Sorry mom, I'm in love with a Greaser ~ the outsiders ~ greasers x reader

Chapter Four

Ugh Monday morning you thought to yourself. You drag yourself out of bed and get dressed. Your parents had taken you out golfing the day before, it was not your thing.
You get to school.
"Ugh Cherry's not here", you say under your breathe. How could this day get any worse?

You sit in every class by yourself. But you must say, you'd learnt a lot without Cherry distracting you. Finally the school day had ended and you got to go home. You were just walking out of the school door when you say a familiar face, a familiar face that was cute with thick BLONDE greasy hair. PONYBOY

You run up to him and hug him. Your head only just came up to his chin. You look up at him.
"What happened to your hair?" You laughed.
"Had to bleach and cut it so nobody would recognise us", he said.
Both of you walked home together. You were about 10 minutes from your house when you heard
"Wait... is that y/n?"
You look over and see Bobs car driving slowly next to you. There was around 4 or 5 socs in the car.
"Aye beautiful hop in", one of them said.
You kept your head down.
"Oi chick we're talking to you", another one shouted,
You put your middle finger up at them. They started to get out.
"RUN" Ponyboy shouted. You both went sprinting down the sidewalk until you got to the park and you ran across it. They caught you up easily. One of them rugby-tackled you to the floor. There was a sharp pain in your head. Your hand felt blood when it got to around about where your eyebrow is.

You look up. Your vision was blurry. You see them punching, punching Ponyboy.
"Nooo-no stop stop it", you wheeze.

Then you see another car pull up. You recognise Sodapop. He goes over and throws one of the socs to the floor. A few more people get out the car but your vision wasn't clear enough to recognise any of them.

You see somebody run up to you and pick you up in their arms. You couldn't make out there face. They put their hand over the blooded wound on your head. It hurt. You blacked out.

You woke up in a small bedroom with a double bed, basically taking up all the space. There were 6 people sat around you. Your vision was clearer now and you could see them.
Johnny...Sodapop...Ponyboy....Darry...Twobit....Steve.
Sodapops hand was holding yours while Twobit was bandaging your head.
"W-w-what happened?" You asked in a quiet voice.
"You were both attached by socs", Sodapop said.
You look up at Ponyboy and see that his face was bruised and covered in cuts.
"Are you okay Pony?" You ask.
"Yeah I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about" he said.
"We better leave her to get some rest" Darry said.
They all walked out, leaving you alone.

A few hours later you woke up. You could hear a noise outside the window. You were still in the small bedroom. You see some hands open the window from the outside and a dark figure climbs in. He stands up straight and sighs, not noticing you.

He then looks at you.
"What the fu-  you?" He says in a deep growling voice.
You recognise it immediately. Dallas Winston.
"Why are you I here, I'm meant to be resti-"
"I'll go where I want". He said, cutting you off.
He was wearing a worn leather jacket with jeans that looked like they hadn't been washed for a few days. His face was very pretty, like Sodapops but less innocent.

He pulled out a packet is cigarettes and put one in his mouth and lit it.
"Please don't",
"Don't what"? He said, his voice muffled because of the cigarette.
"Smoke next to me, I don't want to smell of smoke when I go home."
"Oh dear, poor little rich girl. At least you go home to parents. I have nobody except the gang. I don't love nobody. Nobody loves me. You stupid soc, you have no idea what real life is like."
"Real life? So your life is more real because you've been in jail for a few months and you act all tough and intimidate people?" You say, angry.
"Shut up, bitch. You don't know me. You know nothing about me" he says loudly, standing over you menacingly.
"Please just be nice", you say, starting to get scared.
"I'm never nice", he says, taking a puff from his cigarette.
The door swings open and Darry walks in, followed by Twobit.

"What's happening in here— Dally how did you get in?" Darry says.
"I climbed in through the window, I wanted to sleep but your bed is occupied", he says, obviously frustrated.
Darry knows that he's scaring you.
"Dally I think you should leave her alone", Twobit says.
"Twobit I think you should mind your own business". Dallas replies.
"Right Dally if your going to smoke, you need to be outside, I ain't having my house smell like no ash tray". Darry says.
"Whatever", Dally says and walks out slowly, making a scene of it.

Darry follows him but Twobit comes over and sits down on the side of the bed.
"Are you alright?" He asks.
"Yeah, he just scares me", you reply.
"Don't worry, he scares everyone. He's alright if you get to know him, anyway I'll leave you to rest". He says and stands up and leaves.

You're alone. Again. You start to cry. You're so frustrated. All you want is a nice quiet life with your family and friends but you're trapped in a small house with a bunch of men awaiting being shouted at by your parents.

You start to get angry and storm downstairs. They were all gathered around a small tv, watching Micky mouse. Steve had a large slice of chocolate cake in his mouth. You go and stand right in front of the tv.
"Where's Dallas?" You say sternly, hands on your hips.
"He left", Sodapop and Steve day at the same time.
You breakdown and crumple onto the floor. Tears pouring down your face. Steve rushes and picks you up.
"What happened?" He asked.
"Dallas is so mean. He called me a bitch and said that I didn't have a real life." You say, choking on your tears.
Steve hugs you, holding you in his arms while Soda picks up the phone and dials a number.
"Dally? What happened upstairs", you hear Soda say.
"Right, well she's not a soc, she's our friend so don't ever speak to her like that again, you hear me? Next time you see her, you better apologise".
You look at Steve. He smiles back at you.

"We're you going to leave now y/n?" You hear Twobit ask.
"Yes, I really need to get home", you reply.
"I'll take you back, I got the Plymouth with me". He says, excited.
You say goodbye to everyone and get into Twobits car. He turns the radio up high and you both sing at the top of your voices all the way back to yours.

As you're getting out, Twobit takes your hand and kisses it.
"You look mighty good tonight", he says smiling.
"Thankyou Twobit, your looking grand".
He smiles and waves goodbye.

"Where have you been young lady?" You hear as soon as you walk in the door.
"I've been with Cherry" you reply.
"What's that bandage on your face?" Your dad asks.
"I tripped over." You say, trying to make the conversation as short as possible.
"You weren't with Sherri Valance, as I saw her walking out a courtroom earlier". He says.
"Fine, I was with some other friends."
"Who?" His eyes narrow.
"Some boys." You say, trying to avoid the question.
"Y/n, I smell smoke on you, what we're you doing with these boys and who are they?"
"I was just messing around with them, you know, like friend stuff, going to the shops and that."
"Who are they?" He asks, once again.
"Soda, Pony, Two-"
"What? Are these made up names." He says cutting you off.
"No, their dad was very imaginative. Their full names are Ponyboy Curtis and Sodapop Curtis."
"Wait...you mean... Darry Curtiss little brothers?" He said, sounding angry.
"Yes, Darry too".
"Y/n, they're greasers. They're dirty. They're going to get you in trouble with the law. Don't you dare ever go with them again. You disgust me. My baby hanging around with greaser boys. A sentence I'd never thought I'd hear myself say". He says, his face going red with rage.
"They're not dirty or disgusting, daddy. They're much nicer than everybody at school and they looked after me when I was hurt. So don't you dare call them that ever again." You walk off, stomping up the stairs to your room. You're shaking with anger.

A few hours later, you hear a knock on your door. Your mother and father walk in, both sitting on the end of your bed, hand in hand.
"So y/n, we have come to the conclusion that you can speak to these greaser boys, as long as you promise us something." Your mother says.
"And what's that", you ask, still annoyed.
"You must never, and I mean never, interact with Dallas Winston". Your father says, deadly serious.
"How do you know him?" You ask.
"We've heard various rumours. Look darling, we just want to keep you safe and he is dangerous. He's stabbed people before and been to prison."

"I wish I didn't have to interact with him", you thought to yourself.
You smile and nod at your parents. They walk out, leaving you alone, again. You promised yourself that you were going to stay out of Dallas Winston way. Well, that promised was kept for less than 24 hours...