Novel & Cerita Sodapop The Outsiders

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.

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.

Stephanie nodded and squeezed her hand. "Thank you," she said. "And I do respect yours. I don't hold it against you that Kristen picked you up from the streets. She did the same for me, four years ago. I was a sixteen-year-old dirty orphan who had been kicked out of my pack. She found me and took me in. She gave me a chance and a new life. She's been like a mother to me ever since. I owe her everything." Savannah felt a bond and a connection with Stephanie. She realized that they had a lot in common. They had both been abandoned and abused. They had both been saved and adopted. They had both been given a second chance and a new life.

But Mary’s voice from days ago whispered back—He has a way of getting under your skin. Later, near the bonfire, I tried to shake it off. Kids were running past, sparks floating into the night. Grayson stood beside me, face lit by the flames. Someone handed him a cup of cider. He turned to pass it to me, and that was when Mary appeared again—reaching for the same cup, her fingers brushing his. “Oh,” she said sweetly, “old habits.” The laughter that followed felt staged. My heart thudded once. I stepped back before the heat of the fire could hide the flush on my cheeks.

To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building. My move into the basement fell right on my birthday. Down on my knees, I scrubbed the moldy floor three times over. Then, with the little change I had left from my part-time job, I went to the convenience store and bought the cheapest discounted cupcake there. Just as I was about to light the candle, my phone suddenly blew up with a flood of push notifications. It was the local financial news—the headline read that Fabio's company had successfully gone public with a ringing of the bell.

" 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."

"And I am not done." He presses the button and sprays a huge white glob right onto the front of Goldie's tight male shirt, right over his chest. "Oh my god!" Goldie Lockhart says, his eyes wide. "I cannot believe a big capo just did that to me!" "Is it too much?" Jack Horner asks, looking down. "I should clean it up for you." He drops the silver can, holds Goldie's arms tight, leans his big body down, and licks the sweet white cream right off the young man's chest. His warm tongue and his scratchy beard feel very wild against Goldie's skin. Goldie Lockhart is a young guy who never does bad street things with men, especially not with an older capo who is his ally's father. It is not what an e

She holds her backpack steady on her back gripping the straps tightly with her hands; Troy gestures her to stop, placing a five dollar bill inside the slot and grabbing two soda cans out the machine for each of them. "What? No soda for me? I get it, it's because I'm not long haired and beautiful like Sophie huh?" Dylan startles them, walking behind them. Troy chuckles and hands him his can of soda." I was kidding man, I'll get my own." Dylan smiles, pushing the soda back to Troy. "Nah, it's cool. You can have it. I'll get another one." He says as he turns and places another bill and grabs another soda off the machine.

She held up her glass to Sandra and Sophia. “Here’s to men are assholes,” Karla said. “I’ll drink to that,” Sophia said. “I’ll drink as long as we exclude Derrick from that statement,” Sandra said. Karla rolled her eyes. “He’s been an as**ole before. And he’ll be one again before it’s all over with. Just drink with us, damn it.” Sandra laughed and then they clinked their glasses together. Then they tossed the alcohol back. Sophia’s eyes watered, her nose burned, and she nearly choked as fire ripped down her throat and into her belly.