Greasers Outsiders Novels & Stories

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

"That would be the time we took down a bank. Shot up a dozen lawmen and another twenty that rode in from the city." "We?" He started climbing the stairs. "Oh, I just me we because I feel like we here at Grocer Outlet are an extension of them." "We are an extension of a bunch of outlaws? We aren't stealing from people or killing anyone." "Oh, no, not like that. Just like an evolution of our history." "Right. Tell me another of their stories." I wanted to keep him talking so he would keep walking. And I was now wondering if he was way older than I initially thought.

Vanessa crossed her arms. "I said absolutely not." Still nothing. A dangerous silence followed. Then__ "Both of you." Now they looked. Mason sighed. Grayson sighed. Vanessa pointed. "You look homeless." Mason blinked. "We own this building." "That's not the point." Then she pointed at Grayson. "And you." "What did I do?" "Your face." Grayson touched his cheek. Grease. Lots of grease. Vanessa looked horrified. "How does that even happen?" "Engine."

His eyes widened at the sight of Zed gripping the head of the ax with his bare hands in a prayer position. ''Zed!'' Ryder stood up and kicked the old man without hesitation with full knowledge that the old man was just a citizen. The ax dropped and Zed winced in pain, holding his hands together to try to slow down the bleeding. People started to gather around and one of them helped the old man stand while he was yelling at them, revealing that Ryder and Zed were actually outsiders. The men responded to his call and formed a ring around them, ready to pulverize them.

Where are we, half-breeds! All were young, purebred, strong, and hardly hired. So the old guard did not hesitate to involve their children in dark deeds. Grisha, in the best traditions of his gang, which Alyosha called a gang of thugs, did not take off his helmet, but only unbuttoned his jacket to make it easier to get pistols. One of the larger wolves, whose scent was familiar to me, nodded his head at me and went into the house. We followed. Three of the twelve motorcyclists remained outside, three more remained in the lobby. The rest went with us and the wolves.

REINA’S POV I muttered a curse under my breath, scrambling for my shopping bags like a girl collecting her shattered pride. The stranger I’d collided with was already spitting venom before I could recover. “Yo, what the actual—can’t you fucking watch where you’re going?” a gravelly voice barked. I looked up. Three of them. Grimy hoodies, too much cologne, the stench of weed and male entitlement. They looked like they crawled out of a crime documentary. One of them—buzzcut, gold tooth, and a face that screamed childhood trauma turned prison internship—stepped forward.

“Cut me some slack bro. We were seventeen. You hadn’t even lost your virginity by then G-Man.” “That wasn’t relative to the story at all.” Amber loved this story. It had taken guts for two rich boys to drive into The Fringe in the first place especially in a flashy car. She could imagine the pair of them practically shitting their designer pants, jumping at every noise in some back alley. The Fringe was often unkind to those who lived there yet alone to those who didn’t belong. Two boys from the other side of the tracks would be prime targets for mugging and carjacking.

In the summer he bailed hay for local farmers and walked up and down Route 79 outside town, collecting cans and bottles and scrap metal. Jesse always looked dirty and ragged; his clothes rumpled and stained, as if he slept in them and never changed or washed them. Her classmates swore he smelled like sour milk and cow shit. She had no idea if that was true, but she didn’t want to find out, so she glanced down Allen to make sure no one was coming and crossed the street, leaving the pizza joint and the awful Jesse Kretch behind, thinking again about Bob and how Adam Stillman would never talk to her again.

"Of course, so lazy lies like an old day's virgin bride, worthless. I've fucked a lot of girls in my life, but you are the biggest mistake of them all, the most pathetic one. Who the hell was the guy that deflowered you, what was he thinking even sticking his cock into such filth. I don't even know what came over me, you aren't even pretty…" "But her money was," Greta laughed, "wait still the girls hear this, the great Chelsea Boston working as a bartender. I heard the bank seized your mother's restaurant and your family will be homeless too. The last time I checked, that little brother of yours would be in his grave sooner than you, pitiful."

she said with a sad expression on her face. "You only care about yourself, Natasha. You're selfish," he said. "We all have to be selfish in this world to survive, Grayson," she replied. Our gang was a motley crew of misfits, all of us driven by greed and a thirst for power. But Grayson and I were different. We had been friends since childhood, and we had each other's backs. And then there was Addison, the only one among us who was truly selfless. She only wanted freedom, and didn't care about our wealth. All of us were hiding dark secrets, and mystery shrouded our families.