Falling in love with an outsider (The Outsiders Movella)

My whole life i've grown up as a Soc and i did things that Soc's did. I even made fun of a few Greasers to, but that all changed when i fell for a Greaser.


3. Where is She?

Come on Carrie! Where the hell is she? We have to finish that science project!

It was 3:45. 45 minutes after school ended and I was still sitting there. On the school steps, waiting.

"Hey! You gotta get out of here. School is over."

I looked up and saw my English teacher, Mrs. Hardner.

"I'm sorry Mrs.Hardner but I'm still waiting for Carrie. We're working on a science project together. We promised to meet here after school but I guess she forgot."

Mrs.Hardner shrugged her shoulders and started walking away. But she suddenly turned, "Wait Belle, did you say Carrie was your partner?"

I looked up, "Yes. Why, did you see her? Did she say anything?"

"No. She didn't say anything but I saw her drive off towards the greaser side of town."

You have got to be kidding me! "Thank you so much."

Mrs. Hardner got into her Mustang and drove West. I jumped on my bike and headed East, Greaser Territory.

After what felt like hours of riding my bike through crappy little streets and parks I finally saw Carrie's little blue Chevy outside of a DX gas station.

I knew she loved the Greaser side of Tulsa but she knew it was dangerous. If her parents, the richest people in all of Tulsa, ever found out she would be dead in a second flat!

Her parents were protective like that. Carrie's father was a representative in Congress and her mother was the biggest party thrower, ever! I should know my parents have been to hundreds of them. My dad is Director of Civil Engineering for the state of Oklahoma and my mother is head of the school board.

That's how Carrie and I met. I wouldn't say we're best friends but really good ones. But we couldn't be any more different. I have long brown hair and brown eyes, Carrie has short brown hair and blue eyes. I'm super tall while Carrie has more of an average height. I'm the teacher's pet and Carrie is a little more rebellious.

We are what most people consider Socs, the Socialites. It means that we're rich beyond belief apparently. I hate labels, especially this one. But then again, we could be called worse.

I circled around the station and found a little alley not far off. I kicked the stand and started walking.

"Hey Greaser. How ya doin?"

I saw a whole bunch of Socs get out of a blue Mustang. And I saw a Greaser around my age sweating up something fierce.

"I said Hello, Greaser!" He smiled slyly "Need a hair cut, Greaser?" He pulled a knife out of his pocket while his buddies were surrounding the greaser.

He was being attacked!

I would either ignore it or try to help in any way I can.

Well, I can't sit and watch this poor kid get the crap beat out of him. I had to help in someway.

Just how?

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