Soda Pop Outsiders Novels & Stories

Rather than head straight into the cinema, Zoe took a detour to the popcorn stand, as did her followers. Zoe was surprised that Leo ordered the salty flavor. "Salt?" The word slipped out of Zoe's mouth unintentionally. "Yeah, it tastes better," Leo replied, popping one into his mouth. Zoe dipped her hand into Leo's popcorn bag and took one to taste. She compared it with her sugar-flavored popcorn and concluded hers was still the best. Emily collected hers, and they all proceeded to get drinks before going to the theatre. Inside, it was dark, so Zoe couldn't see where Henry was seated. They settled in for a row with three empty seats. Zoe's eyes darted from one end of the room to another, squ

Me and Amlian liked the same soda. I walked out the back doors and let the cold air hit me.The bottle still had to be opened and there was no way I was going through the house to get an opener now.I walked to the table close to the pool and put the lid on the table and gave it a good smack and the cap poped went ."I am sure You are a feisty little one .aren't you?" Colton said. I jumped spilling the soda a little in the process."You know when I said I needed fresh air I meant I don't want visitors." I said to him.

he says. There’s a silence between us, one that’s punctuated only by the sound of the crickets outside. We’re parked in an empty parking lot behind the restaurant, two cups of soda and a bag of fast food fries sitting between us. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine, but Adam knows how much I secretly love fast food fries. There’s something about the uncanny umami and greasiness of them that makes me crave them when I’m in a bad mood, and Adam brought them here tonight as a peace offering.

Then at me. "Good job," she says. It doesn’t sound snarky at all and I’m ridiculously pleased about the praise. The drunk arrives during the second half. Polo shirt, sunglasses on the back of his head, rum smuggled in a sports bottle that isn't fooling anyone. He wants nachos. We're out of nachos. "How are you out of nachos?" "Popcorn, candy, hot dogs," Hannah says. "That's what's left." "Then what am I supposed to eat?"

"His name is Payne and Ajax is a good guy." "I don't care and I don't even want to know what their names are or what they look like and you better make sure that Mr. Reynolds wine is a good guy." "Santoz is the cigarette guy..." "Jesus, why is she still making this unnecessary introductions? Shut. The. Hell. Up. Linda."

But they are not there. Okay… Maybe Poppy went outside for some fresh air? Loud music starts to play, drowning out the talking and laughter floating through the air from the bar’s patrons. I hold my purse close to my body and try to make my way through a crowd of older women. They all have fruity drinks in their hands and are wearing sashes that say, “finally divorced”.

When I opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was blinding. I made simple coffee and toast, then sat at the little table by the window and ate slowly. My phone was quiet, and even the work group was peaceful. In the afternoon, I changed into workout clothes and prepared to go downstairs for a jog in the park. The moment I pushed open the glass door downstairs, someone blocked my path. It was Simon again. This time, he was alone. He was still wearing yesterday's shirt. It was badly wrinkled. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, and stubble had grown along his jaw.

Cyrus stepped through the door cautiously as if waiting for me to tell him to leave but I said nothing as he came in, observing the small confines of my apartment. The kitchen table sat up against the wall with a single chair tucked underneath it. My bedroom wasn’t far from it. The coffee pot sat on the counter near the stove and right next to it was the toaster that I used too often. I wasn’t much of a breakfast person and when I was hungry, I resorted to something light. I couldn’t say that wasn’t normal for some people but I went with it. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked him just to break the awkward silence that seemed to hang between us. Cyrus looked at me and only nodded. I w

I pointed in their direction. “A’ight. Ok Amber with the red hair.” “Funny,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s Poppie with the freckles,” I said as I opened the door, walked in and closed the door quickly behind me. “Poppie! Wassup girl!” Shayla said as she was coming from the kitchen with a bottle of Hennessy. “Hey, who are those fools outside?” “Oh, that must be Mike’s cousins, don’t mind them, they ain’t got shit.” I nodded and hung my coat in the closet.

“Who said I’m taking it as mine? Ireregalo ko siya sa isang tao.” The guy laughed in return. “Hay nako. Hindi ko na kailanga’ng hulaan kung sino.” He shook his head. “But I don’t think your lifetime crush will accept this. At higit sa lahat,” he breathed out, “aanhin ni Devon ang kabayo?” Now, these strangers are planning to take me as a present for someone who is an equal stranger. These lower beings . . . ! Once I turn into my real self, I will devour them with no fail!