The Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

"We came hunting for an old fox and found a lion instead, boys." "Who are you?" I asked flatly. "Pete Bonsignore," he said, his grin widening as he stomped out a cigarette. "All the way from the slums, just to see ya." He stepped forward, smug confidence radiating off of him. At least he had more balls than Eli to show his face. "You came all the way from the ghetto to lay claim on a high school kid? That was dumb," I said, scanning the men behind him.

"I don't beg for attention from girls. They beg for mine. I told you, didn't it? I am David Park, the Adonis of the town. With my perfectly chiseled jawline, mesmerizing hazel eyes, and impeccable sense of style, I am -and will always be- the center of attention wherever I go," he retorted, a smug expression adorning his face. They both glared at each other, Avery frowning and David smirking, and just as the tension escalated, the door swung open, causing Avery and David to crash onto the floor. It was the guys from inside the house who had opened the door, interrupting David and Avery.

The pony tossed her head, the whites of her big, brown eyes showing. "Easy, girl. Easy," he muttered. "Dude, you're bleeding more than the pony." Benji stared at him with wide eyes. Well, that would explain the white hot fire.

Sonny might not understand that it was a business, but he knew that no one else but Aunt Ser and Uncle Zack were the only exceptions to the paying rule. Hank was dumbstruck for a moment before remarking, “I’m your father, Sonny. How can you compare me with Mr. Lewis? He’s an outsider. Besides, Mr. Lewis isn’t a good man. He’s scary.” Sharing the sentiment, Sonny bobbed his head and replied in his childish voice, “Dunc is scary, but he’s not a bad man!”

Johnny opened the door and paused. Two scooter ass punks sidled up to Lizzy. Greasy-haired teenagers with pants sitting halfway down their legs. One of the dickbags, donning a hooped nose piercing, propped his foot up on the seat next to her and leaned in. She folded her arms defensively. The other, with blue-tipped hair, bent over to pick up the dog. Johnny slammed the car door, flexing his muscles as he zeroed in, marking the ringleader. Definitely Mr. Nose Candy, who was now gesturing wildly in her face.

“Did my mom said that just to make me feel better?… Oh my! I’m so dirty and tiny and thin and my nose, it doesn’t have that solid black color. It has a white spot right in the middle. I look sick. I’ve got bald spots. I’m all bones!… My tummy is big and my tail has got about a number of hair one can count in one hand.” Polly turned away from the mirror and felt like he was really going to be sick. He folded himself so small right beside the trash bins just outside of the pet shop and from his bag of lessons his mother taught him he retrieved -”Everything will be better in time, son.” He smiled and closed his eyes.

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

There's also the two-million-dollar sponsorship fee for your high school, the seven-thousand-dollar shoes you had on, and the 80-thousand-dollar piano in the room—all these were bought with my money. I continued, "When you go around flaunting yourself as the scion of the Lewis Corporation, have you forgotten that the Lewis family had gone bankrupt when you were 13? You've felt what it's like sleeping on the streets too. "So, you'd better put away that look of disdain, or I won't hesitate to ask for your family to pay me back everything." Fable's expression fell. However, he refused to budge and remained stubborn. "You're really calculating! It's just money. Madie can earn them too. You're no

Harris gasped and then quickly grabbed Atticus' clothes and ran to cover his mate from the crowd. Noah folded his arms over his chest and pouted. The little Omega turned and stormed away, grumbling about not being able to ride the sky pony.

something by the lake a carousel with yellow horses all spinning around and Sandy riding the carousel, smiling, happy free Like a man dreaming, Bobby slowly stuffed both coins into his pocket, turned and left his apartment. *** Bobby Lee blinked, momentarily confused. Feeling as if he’d been instantly transported from his apartment to here, he found himself standing outside Mr. Jingo’s County Fair. He clutched one of those strange coins and briskly approached the ticket booth. A nondescript elderly man offered him a vague smile. “Help you?” Bobby smiled shakily in return. Swallowing, hoping the ticket taker didn’t notice his nerves, he forced a steady hand to extend one of the coins and say