Tough as Girls (The Outsiders Spin Off)

Chapter One:

Bertha- 

As I sat there, watching the greased up teens playing football in the street, I was embarrassed. Rich. Cool. Perfect. That’s how I was. Not anymore. Now, I was poor, dirty, and just plain out disgusting. I used to be popular. Everyone was jealous of me. My parents of course had to decided that I needed a small break from their fighting, so they sent me to live with Jack. Gross, dirty, not to mention mean,  Jack. I used to live in this wealthy neighborhood up in Oklahoma City. Now, I live in a neighborhood full of these hoodlums, for god’s sake. 

“Get out of here.” Jack muttered, then gave me a shove. I had been there for a total of thirty six hours, and have been hit, shoved or kicked, a total of twelve times. I did as I was told.

Nearly tripping, down the uneven sidewalk, nearly crashing into the nearest greasy teens: The  younger boy and the girl. 

“Watch it, Girlie.” The girl said. For a smaller girl, her voice was very loud, and had a northern accent to it. She quickly glanced down, checking to see if her dark brown worn jacket was zipped up. She tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible, but I still saw it. She had an uneasy feeling about her, made me wonder what she was hiding. 

“What are you even doing in this neighborhood, Soc?” The boy had a slightly harden look to his face. 

“Who? I live here.” I wasn’t taking anything. I hated it here. Getting into a little bit of a fight will do my parents good, and then will finally bring me home were I belong. 

“You ain’t from here are you?” The boy asked. I shook my head. Then I realized, I was taking to the pure definition of white trash. 

“What’s it to ya anyways? I snapped. The girl just got a smug grin on her face. He, on the other hand, just rolled his eyes, and scowled.

“Listen up, Ms. Smart-Ass, You are in the wrong neighborhood. “ She couldn’t have been more than fifteen. I just glowered at her, and continued my walk towards the drive-in. 

“Carefully Smarty, The other greasers aren’t as nice as us.” I heard the girl call after me. Greasers? Well, that was a good name for them. 

When I got to the drive in, I realized this wasn’t my best idea. What kind of loser goes to the movies alone? Apparently me. I sat there, looking like a totally freak. 

There I sat, all alone, until, a pretty girl dressed nicely, turned around. She smiled at me, probably an -oh my god, what a loser- smile. She was the old me of this town. I could just sob. 

“You new here?” She asked. I nodded. “I could tell,” She continued, “ You are all by yourself.” She was also. 

When I pointed this out, She only responded, “Well not for long, he is just running late.” and laughed, with a nervous hopeful laugh. 

“Anyways, You obviously must be new here, being by yourself all alone in this town. “ She really emphasized the last two words. 

“What’s wrong here?” Besides the fact, that almost everyone, but her I have met are jerks. 

“We have a bad reputation.  You’ll get jumped all the time. A while back, one of us-” She dropped off mid-sentence, when the two teens I had ran into, came in at sat a row behind me. 

She motioned for me to come and sit next to her. I did. I gave her a confused look. She just looked nervous. 

“That’s Ponyboy Curtis. One of us, was murdered by those Greasers.” That was a perfect name for them, why had I not thought of it? “The dead one, was drunk. He and a few buddies were jumping, “ She stopped and made her voice go even quieter, “the boy behind us and another boy.” Her voice got a little more normal.

“Now, there were plenty of rumors going around, on who killed who,” Her voice back to a whisper. She nodded to the boy behind us, “He didn’t kill him, but his other friend did. Stabbed him, right then and there in the middle of the park.” 

“Oh my god.” That was terrible. Going back to Jack’s after the movie, is going to be such a joy. 

“The name is Elizabeth, by the way. I live on the west side of town. We are known as the Socs.” 

“Well, I am from Oklahoma City, and that’s why they called me a Soc.” Suddenly, it all made sense. 

“Which one called you that?” Her blue eyes suddenly brightened with interest. Strange, she seemed like she didn’t exactly enjoy them. 

“Well, only one called me that, but there was a bunch of them.” This wasn’t exactly a lie, there was quite a few of them.  I just only talked to two of them. 

The Greaser girl behind me, tried to stifle a laugh, she failed. Elizabeth turned around and glared at her. The girl just gave her a mischievous smile, reveling a dimple in he left cheek. 

The boy gave her a nervous look. As if to tell her, to knock it off. She muttered something to him, sighed, and then focused back on the movie. 

Elizabeth glared at her for a few more seconds, then turned to me, “Charlotte Martin, Greaser, freak, and supposedly a girl.” 

A/N-

Sorry if this chapter sucks. I promise it will get better. I just had to introuduce you somehow, before the plot really begins.