An Outsider Love Story

I hate cops

As I wait in the dark, windy, and vacant parking lot of the other side of barbered wire, I had only one thing on my mind. What time was my boyfriend getting out of jail?

My name is Lola Shepard and I am sixteen years old. I have long curly blonde hair but you can't really tell what the color is because I have dyed it so many times. Right now it looks like a red brown. I have bright blue eyes that can fool anyone even the police, because they are sweet one minute the next they are filled with hatred. I work at The Dingo. It's a bar down town. I use to work at Charlie's bar on the ribbon. You are all thinking why is a 16 year old working at a bar? I lied about my age and of course the manager at the bar knew. He needed employees and I was willing to work. Tim would rather me work at Jay's bar instead of The Dingo. The Dingo was dangerous, that's where most fights are at. One time a girl was shot two feet away from me. The bar was never my first choice but it pays the bills and puts food on the table.

I lived on the east side of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Not a great place to grow up in. My boyfriends name is Sodapop Curtis, but everyone calls him Soda. It's been eight months since I last seen him. I miss him so much, that I was shaking with excitement. He's a good kid once you get to know him and spend time with him. He is so much nicer than the other greaser guys.

Oh, by the way I am a greaser. We kids/teens like to label ourselves. Greasers are like Hoods/hoodlums, JD, and troubled kids. We steal things, live on east side and hold up gas stations or drug stores. We also like to drive supped up cars and have a good time. Then we have the Socs, the goody good, rich kids, spoiled brats, Live on the west side and dress professional. We like Elvis and they like the Beatles. There is a big difference.

While I am still waiting and twirling my leather necklace around, the doors finally open. Here he comes the love of my life, Soda. I stiffened up because he had two police men trailing behind. The police scared me but, my older brother Tim told me told me to keep my mouth shut around them. So I did but they still scared me. Soda was looking for me and when our eyes met, they didn't move. One of the police men took the cuffs off and left. The other was talking to him about something but he wasn't paying attention. He was keeping our eyes connected. The officer then left.

We were alone. Only a couple of feet away from each other. I couldn't take the silence anymore, it was burning a hole through my chest and I was getting ready to explode. So I ran straight for him. He had his arms around my waist. I guess he missed me too. He was finally free.

Soda, he is sixteen years old. In a few months he will be seventeen. He has blonde almost wheat colored hair with brown eyes that are dancing when he is happy and bolting like lightning when he is angry. He is always happy and acts drunk. But he can act tough when he needs too. He can make anyone laugh. He is too goofy that you can't hate him for when he does something wrong. He is 5ft 7in. I am 5ft and 4in.

As we walk to the parking deck where his car was towed at, we talked about what was going on while he was gone. I didn't tell him I cried like a baby when he got arrested. I couldn't tell anyone, you just don't cry in front of another greaser or tell them that. It makes you look weak. He got jailed because someone broke into a drug store and stole some liquor, they had Soda's sweatshirt on that had his name on the back. The camera caught it.

"How is everyone?" Soda broke me out of my thoughts.

"They are doing good. They can't wait to see you!" I said with a smile.

"I know......" He paused for a few seconds and was serious. I should have known what he was going to ask.

"Are the Socs following the treaty?" He ask. My smile faded away.

We have a treaty that we made a year ago before I met Soda stating that when we did the rumble that same year we did the Greasers v.s. Socs. If the Greasers won Socs had to stay off our territory and leave us alone, but if the Socs won then things would stay the same. But of course we won, because we are better than them.

So I said, "Yeah so far. Two-bit and Kathy keep getting dirty looks from them, but you know how it is."

"Yea they mad, we slugged them. Besides they just scared cause they know we are going to beat them again, so they can make all the faces they want." He grins.

"I dig it." I smile again.

"Hey, I missed you."

"I missed you too."