DRUGS (Outsiders Fanfic.)

three

Some people would've said
Leave her but why would I do that to a girl that beautiful?..

"So thats what happened? I mean I know he was mad but he didnt have to chase you down a block"

"Eh, Darry will always love me." I said while walking. Ella eventually got cold so I gave her my leather jacket.

"Well this is my house.." Ella said as we walked up to a house with no lights on.

"O-Okay.. Nice meeting you, I'll see you at school tomorrow?"

If I make it home..

"Of course!" Ella smiled, she's a positive child to be honest.

"Bye.." I mumbled as she walked in her house safely.

I wanted her to get home safe. I dont care bout me, I'll put anyone's life before mine.

My feet took steps off of her porch, quickly enough so her parents wouldn't noticed I walked her home.

They would think I'm trash, a stranger. I mean.. I'm a greaser.. And I'm on the wrong side of town..

The town was quiet and nice, not like the east side. But not that nice to make me move here. Sometimes they would think we're worse than them.

But do you know what Socs are?.

White trash.

Oh, No, No, No. Not now.

The yellow headlights became brighter as the truck moved closer to me. I started to walk faster, even run a little so I could have a head start to run.

"Hey babe" A socs called out to me.

Drunk, of course just perfect!

"What'd you want?." I asked with a little anger in my voice.

"We just wanna little love, can't we have that?.." Another soc asked. Bob.

I shrugged. "Well y'all have girlfriends for a reason, they just dont clean cook, and fuck ya for nothin"

"Thats it!" Bob yelled out and pinned me to the ground.

"Get off me!" I screamed out.

Nobody won't be able to see or help you.. its too dark.

"Why would we do that?" A blonde soc asked while putting his fingers behind my neck.

"Dont you dare try to pull anything." I mumbled.

"Why do that?.." Bob asked.

"You'll regret it."

"You know what Greasers are?. Hoodlums and poor people." Bob said.

"And you know what Socs are?." I had enough room to kick Bob in the stomach and stood up.

I pulled out my switchblade. "White Trash." I answered.

"L-Lets go. We'll be back Grease." Bob responded as he got in the car with his friends.

Finally I can go home.

I walked up to my house quietly as I heard screaming and shouting.

Parents. I thought to myself.

My foot slipped a little as I climbed to my bedroom window, luckily it was open.

Quickly I changed clothes and fell asleep in bed before my parents could come and attack me for getting home so late.

Let's just hope that'll be the last time I see that trash.