Outsiders Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if he’d already known or why he would put her off now but it continued to anger me and also concern me that Curtis knew the gig was up. It was getting late and I was glad when I saw Russ standing outside the back door. Jason tried to follow me but I asked him to let me find out first as he was already angry enough. “Russ, what do you know?” “Mr. Blake, Curtis had been with a woman before he met Susan. Her name was Candy Zulsiki and she was known on the streets for doing anything for a buck if you know what I mean”. Russ showed me a picture she was a pretty Burnette with a nice slim frame but you could see by her face she’d seen way more than she should of at some point and had

Fortunately, they sell new cotton undies, and we bought those too for the weekend. "I'm still not convinced that we will be wearing any of these tough." He told me deviously, as we get out of the store. He was putting our bags in his car, then push me and sandwich me between him and the car. He roughly kissed me, until we have to pull away for air. "Damn Addie, I've been wanting to kiss you since dinner." He looked at me smiling content, kissing the top of my head then open the car door for me. We arrived at the so-called cottage minutes later.

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.

“Y’all just gonna gang up on me before we even leave?” “No,” Haylee said softly. “We’re just honest.” Curt raised his can. “Fine. But when I save your lives out there, I expect gratitude in all edible forms and statues.” “No one’s building you a statue,” Lechandray said, snapping her rifle back together with a click that made Curt visibly flinch. "And by the time I'm through with you cuz, the only form of edibles you will be eating will have no sugar contents." “Damn, cuz. Can’t take a joke?”

"You need these more than I do." That night, around the bonfire, someone commented on the fragrant cream on Curtis's hands. "Hand cream," he replied proudly. His men, intrigued, learned it was his partner's creation, designed to soften and protect their calloused hands. They were amazed to learn his partner also made the medicines he'd shared with them. Suddenly, a frantic cry pierced the night. "Curtis! Curtis! Someone's bullying my sister!" The same boy from earlier rushed towards him. "Curtis! Where are you going?!" his men shouted, but Curtis was already running, the boy clutched in his arms.

"Hey, man,” Aidan had called, his Texan drawl more pronounced than usual. Curtis knew that he did that to warm up to the ladies, and damned if the fucker didn’t get away with it every single time. On many, many occasions, Curtis had watched the female Curves clientele practically melt into a puddle right in front of Aidan, shedding their panties as they went down. “C’mon over and meet Tessa Mahoney. Darlin’, this is Curtis Manning.”

"You want them? Fine. Here." Her hand suddenly slipped downward, making Curtis gasp softly. "Stop…" With a strange sound, several glass beads rolled out from his pants. One brushed past my cheek, making me feel nauseous. "Ms. May, you're so mean," Curtis said, squirming awkwardly. Curtis straightened his pants, pretending to be embarrassed, then looked at me.

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

****** Curtis stared at the screen for several moments while standing outside the house. This was the third time she had called him within a relatively short period. He released a frustrated breath before finally accepting the call. Less than thirty minutes later, he found himself standing beside a quiet roadside where Lauren waited near her vehicle. The car's hood was raised. Its hazard lights flashed intermittently. Lauren stood nearby with her arms folded tightly around herself. The moment she saw him approaching, relief immediately spread across her face. "You shouldn't be calling anytime you like." Curtis said, standing before Lauren, unhappy. "What if Tessa had noticed it was you?"

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.