Sodapop From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

**Chapter 127: Sophia’s Wisdom** I needed my best friend more than ever. The walls of the penthouse felt like they were closing in with the board vote hanging over us like a death sentence. Damien arranged a secure location — a private rooftop lounge at one of his hotels, completely booked out for us with heavy security. No press, no surprises. Sophia arrived armed with wine, takeout sushi, and her unstoppable energy. The moment she hugged me, the tears I’d been holding back spilled over.

“The normal kind.” His eyebrows shot upward. “I thought you said you weren’t a nerd.” I threw my hands in the air. “We can drink straight from the can like peasants.” He sighed. “That was your plan to begin with.” “Yeah,” he admitted, grabbing a soda. “But the thought of being classy transformed this from a social gathering into a peasant activity.” “You are unbelievable.” “No, sweetheart. I’m adaptable.” He popped open the soda. “And for the record, peasant activities are my specialty.”

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

" I smiled feeling so full of myself for talking back to her. Actually I never take shit from anyone, but this felt so good, I felt so alive. At least it would stand as a pay back for what she said to me at the Audition. I got out of the company and began to walk down the street. I actually didn't have any where important to go, so I though of calling my girlfriend Susan. Her place would be the best to spend my day. As I walked, I looked Into my bag searching for my phone when I mistakenly hit someone in the process. I wasn't looking up at all, what did I expect?

After ordering some pizzas, I headed upstairs to the fourth floor and found the four of them hanging out together when Cynthia asked Evelynn, "Grandma, has Sophia always been this nice?" "Oh, calling Sophia nice is such an understatement, it's almost offensive, Cynthia." Sandra chuckled, "No, Sophia probably puts saints and angels to shame." "You're just saying that because Sophia is your friend." Cynthia scoffed. "You remember seeing her getting out of her car at school when you dropped me off because I missed the bus that day, right?" Sandra asked. "Yeah, that was the- Oh, you attacked Sophia?" Cynthia shouted.

The poor girl looks like she has never been yelled at a day in her life and then to be told that her work was less than" "That's harsh" "Tell me about it," I took a sip of the cup of coca cola and looked up and sighed, "Seriously?" Collin followed my eyes and chuckled when he saw what I was looking at. Julius, Sophia and their friends, Malia and Brent had walked into the pizza hut and had taken a booth a few rows away. "Don't pay those losers any attention" He said to me. "I would rather not see them," I said and took a bite of my pizza, "So fucking annoying"

He grimaces, rubbing the nape of his neck, slightly embarrassed. “I just said you loved me,” he explains defensively. “They just like to team up against me.” “Right, that’s what it was,” Mom muses in a low voice, turning her attention back to the TV. “Sorry, Chad. Maybe in another lifetime, but now, my focus is on getting myself a hot singer from a band called Glitch,” Poppy says excitedly as she walks over and sits on the armchair beside Lauren. It doesn’t go unnoticed by me the way Chad frowns at her, but it is so quick, I wonder if I imagined it.

**** "So you just play-" "Sniff and Dip" Susan said with a smile as she sat amidst a group of caucasians in a circle. "Sniff and what now?" I asked as she tried ropping me in the middle. "It's basically just the opposite of never have i ever. But instead of you drinking when you hav-" "Oh, i get it. But where's the booze?" I asked. "We don't hade booze. We have drugs" She whispered and i gasped. "Oh, the name" I said with a smile.

He was wearing all white, with a polo shirt and white cargo pants and white desert boot yeezy sneakers, our outfits complemented each other quite well. He ordered the uber once I had finished my makeup whilst I was pre-drinking. "You look good and smell good babe", he complimented me as we were walking out the building. "Thank you", I responded getting into the uber and connecting the aux. "SpongeBob pet Gary, I'm a slimy mother fucker, Lookin' for a fairly odd mother like my name Crocker, green goblin not the grinch, stealin' out the stockings, how to dance , the chick from grease the pots stole made from crocker, oh the teeny bop pull up like a diaper on a toddler (huh, huh) strong like a

But even as he took the tissues, he added, “The soup too. You can probably conceal the soda in your front hoodie pouch, if it’s the only thing in there.” He had a point. Nodding, I removed the can from my hoodie’s pocket. “Okay. Thank you.” The thank you actually made him rear his face back in shock. This time, he refused to take the can from me, just eyed it as if I was offering him poison instead. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he hissed. “What do you mean?” Lowering my voice, I gaped at him. “Nothing’s wrong with me.” I thrust the chicken noodle soup at him again. Why didn’t he just take the damn can before his mother showed up in the closet too, wondering why the hell we were taking