Greasers Outsiders Novels & Stories

She calls them that because they remind her of the asshole preppy kids in The Outsider. It is one of her favorite books and the movie adaption was one of her favorite movies as well. She often quoted the book, like when she told her friends to 'stay gold'. She had always kind of felt like Dally or Johnny from the book, feeling unloved and cast aside. Never more so since she came to this school. She really was an outsider here. She was just a poor greaser trying to fit in with the school full of socs. But the most popular soc was Asher Steele.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

The farce had finally come to an end. Harrison rubbed his temples in exhaustion and sighed at us. "I'm sorry you had to see that, Nina. I know you're treated unfairly. Hugh, take good care of her from now on." "Don't worry, Grandpa," Hugh answered solemnly. I thought that would be the end of it. Shawn had been exposed in public and thrown out, so he should have been too ashamed to show his face again. But I had underestimated how thick-skinned he was.

One of them glanced at the BMW and smirked, mouthing something I couldn’t hear but instinctively understood. Outsider! One kicked a crushed Coke can into the road as a battered old bus wheezed past, its windows fogged, its passengers blank-eyed and silent. The smell of chip grease, cigarette smoke, and damp concrete clung to the air. Somewhere, a dog barked….angry and chained. I shifted in my seat and I could feel how nervous Jessica was too. She's back to wearing her glasses, tying her up in a ponytail, and looking like a nerd and so professional.

Starting the engine, I drove off aimlessly. The car gradually left behind the bustling city streets and headed toward the emptiness of the suburbs. As I passed through a desolate junction, two modified motorcycles suddenly roared out from a side alley, their deafening engines splitting the quiet of the afternoon. They flanked my car on both sides, forcing me to a stop. My heart raced to my throat. The car door was yanked open roughly, and a group of men in tattered leather jackets, reeking of cheap beer and sweat, surrounded me. They were rogue wolves, outcasts of the packs, nothing but scum.

I spoke in a gruff whisper, “You just stay near me; nobody’s going to hurt you.” Gia's eyes darted from left to right, inspecting her surroundings. I could appreciate that it wasn't a five-star establishment. We were in a rough as fuck neighborhood, and we fit right in, dead center of it. It looked exactly how it was: a run-down, abandoned warehouse from the outside, while the inside was nothing more than a health and hygiene hazard.

I've been called that more than once. Her eyes flash and she has a seat next to me again. "More like the outcasts, the ones who don't necessarily fit in everywhere else. Heaven Hill is made up of all the people that society said wasn't moldable, most of them had no family, so they made their own. I'm seeing a lot of them in you, and I think this is where you need to be."

More than once she thought she’d lost him. But her being caught seemed less likely, as a man like him never looked back it seemed. Not once did Grayson glance behind his shoulder. It spoke volumes about his upbringing. Where Amber came from, not watching your back was a luxury you couldn’t afford. Unless you wanted a knife or gun shoved to it. Or pulled off into a dank, dark alley to be robbed or raped, probably both. The only reason she’d got out alive, though not unscathed, was because her father worked for the Mad Hatter. And you didn’t want to fuck with him or his gang. The psychos ran the underworld of The Fringe, hell the underworld of the whole fucking city.

she commanded wiping the blood that dripped out of her chapped lips. The boys ran in our direction. They have huge built to that of thugs with tattoos all over their arms and faces and piercings on the nose, lips, and brows. They also reeked in alcohol and they do constant sniffing and jerking like drug addicts. I could tell that they’re no students but outsiders. “Dare to touch my girl, sl*t?” The skinhead came running at me with a punch. I did a sidestep dodging his fist, so, he ended up rolling on the ground.