Sodapop From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

Dime and I ordered our food first before sitting at a table where we could see the boys from the car, "Ok Dime, how are you doing?" I asked as I sipped on my sprite, "I'm doing better now that I've had some time to think. How are you doing Saph?" Dime asked as she sighed, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around what those boys said," I replied, moving my hands to hold my head, "I completely understand that," Dime agreed as our food was handed to us. Dime and I conversed while eating our food, Dime had chicken tenders and fries with a Reese's concrete mixer, while I had a grilled cheese and cheese curds with an oreo concrete mixer.

" The call ended quickly, yet I knew things wouldn't be that easy to resolve. After all, it was impossible for leeches to give up on a refillable blood bag. … As expected, my lawyer told me they refused to cooperate. They were still staying there when I returned home half a month later. Dad was the one who saw me first. He came over to greet me happily, wanting to give me a hug. "You're finally back, Heidi! I'm sure you haven't been eating well on the cruise. What do you want to eat? I'll cook them for you," he said. I stepped aside to avoid him. "There's no need to trouble you, Mr. Jordan Lewis."

Noah and Sophie had ordered their boba and Sophie was already feeling better as she took a sip from her boba tasting the mix between the sugary tapioca and the strawberry milk, what an amazing combination. She walked with Noah from the boba shop down the distance to Chic Fil-A, She looks at his drink having taken a picture so she could post it on I*******m. "I didn't know you like boba, you don't seem like the type." Sophie says and Noah shakes his head at that looking over at her "You could never tell what anyone likes just based off of how they look, It's impossible," He says and Sophie shrugs causing him to raise an eyebrow at him "No, really. it's like me seeing someone I don't actually

Sophia, a nineteen years old girl who was on a bike ride and overjoyed that she's gonna be twenty the next day and ride across the city had a contact with Ice Pick, a druglord and a Mafia leader whose identity, his name was unknown to the world but most feared human in the whole of America. Sophia was having fun when a car spatted some dirty mud water in the pothole in the market and being one to act rascally, she immediately pick up a stone and threw it to the glass of the car as the car reversed as her first conversation with the car owner and the driver and she insulted the duo and then ride her bike away in victory.

BAR. Sophia ordered more shots even as the bartender gave her a skeptical look. Your job is to serve drinks and not to ask questions, or decide who to sell drinks to, except if they were underage, Sophia thought, the fact was that she was not underage hence why she could order as many as she wanted until she fucked up her liver. Sophia was tired of everyone, her boss, her friends if they were even friends anymore, and the whole cause of their break-up was no other than her overbearing Boss Mr. Lennox, and of course Jonathan.

Dane said as he used a fork to hit a glass cup on his hand. I felt happy, I was overwhelmed just too much, " cheers" one of Sophia's friends " cheer!" They repeated, the music continued, the environment was a little but loud, I needed air, to think, when will I finally be used to such life I took a drink from the fridge, it was a soda, non alcoholic, I know I said I needed courage but I don't want to get high here, I might end up hallucinating, " lily!" I heard Dan's name calling out, " yes Dan" I replied.

Immediately after, a message from Enzo came through. Just four words. "Sister, I'm sorry." I stared at the photo, but I felt nothing. Not satisfaction, not anger, nothing. It was like reading an old mafia gossip rag that had nothing to do with me. Jessy was leaning back on the sofa, already a little drunk, and raised her glass to me. I draped a cashmere shawl over her shoulders and walked to the window alone. The fireworks exploded in the distance, one after another, shattering into a sky of gold and red.

I chew on my bottom lip before looking up at him through my eyelashes before passing him the wad of cash in my pocket. “Obviously,” he says a little too eagerly before handing me my weed. Blowing him a little kiss, I swing my hips as I walk out of the dispensary and to the bar next door. Heading to the back of the building I see that Sophie is already leaning up against the back wall smoking a joint. “Is it that bad already?” I laugh as I pull open the back door. Carefully she snuffs out the light and puts the rest of the joint in a small metal container she keeps in her pocket. “It’s a Thursday night. The crowd is always rougher on a Thursday.”

I huffed, yanking the can out of his meaty hands before he could pop the top. “Rude. But whatever.” Clay rolled his eyes. “So if your night with Don was so wonderful, I still have a hard time believing that but whatever. Why have you been crying?” “Mother.” I growled the word as I went to sit on my sofa. I sighed, popping the top and taking a sip of the familiar, soothing, mild, and slightly apple-like, with a berry after-flavor soda.