The Outsiders Socs Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

And just when I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, I found out that my name and the place I got my clothes from had been blasted across Serena’s blog. The entire school, officially, with one post, knew I’d gotten my clothes from the Salvation Sisters, a second-hand donation service for orphans and the less privileged. That one post made me no longer as invisible as I’d wanted…and I hated the attention the rich kids gave me, their sneers dripping with hate and condescension as they glared at me every time I walked past. I wasn’t like them, not with their designer perfumes, bags, shoes, flawless skin, and luxury cars.

POV: Jaxon Marcus's voice had the particular loose quality of someone whose pain management prescription had done its job and then kept going a little past the job. Not incoherent. Marcus was too sharp for a prescription to reach incoherent. Just unguarded in the specific way that came when the body was too comfortable to maintain all the usual social filters. The version of Marcus that existed when he wasn't performing being fine. "The notebook," he said. I waited.

I explain, feeling the weight of my responsibilities pulling me back. Climbing back into my jeep, I drive away from the familiar comfort of my brother's territory, my thoughts heavy yet hopeful. The journey ahead is uncertain, but with Scott's support, I believe we just may find Amara and bring her back home. The road to redemption is long, but I am ready to face it, for the sake of my daughter, my family, and my pack.

It looks like Kai had promised them a fair share of winning money if ever he was successful with it. And so, they have finally shown their true colors huh. They may seem caring and friendly on their outward appearance, but what she didn't know is that they are willing to exchange friendship over a handful of money. But why though? They don't seem poor to Nana and thus need not join in a petty bet. Furrowing her eyebrows, Miyazaki Nana backed off real slow. "I'm afraid I may have to pass to that. By the way, I am a non-alcoholic person," Nana shut down their offer immediately.

Instead my life is unraveling and instead of late night parties and weekend benders with my friends, I'm little more than an outcast and a laughingstock for the real jocks. Maybe I should just get the hell out of this town, out from under Jace Sanders' shadow. It pisses me off that everyone else here seems perfectly okay to play second fiddle to the guy, like who the fuck is he? He's no better than the rest of us. We all drive nice cars, well except for the poor fucks who are only here because daddy or mommy are minimum wage making bottom feeding teachers, they don't count anyway. But even they were in his corner. The fucking golden boy, everybody's prince.

I've been called that more than once. Her eyes flash and she has a seat next to me again. "More like the outcasts, the ones who don't necessarily fit in everywhere else. Heaven Hill is made up of all the people that society said wasn't moldable, most of them had no family, so they made their own. I'm seeing a lot of them in you, and I think this is where you need to be."

Both Ashford and Vanderbilt were easy to recognize, but it was the family name Chen that rendered me speechless. The only other outcast in the school full of the elite was an untouchable, a descendant of the Original Pack. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ When I sat down at the lunch table that afternoon, I said nothing about what I’d seen in the hallway or what I learned in class. Ignoring Olive as she narrowed her heavily lined eyes in my direction, I pulled out the Tupperware container of cupcakes and made a show of frowning at it. After a brief inspection of the two pastries inside, I turned and met her eyes of im

After graduating from college, I set out to make a new life in Kingshaven with my parents, who had just wrapped up over two decades of teaching in an underserved rural community. To our surprise, as soon as we stepped off the train, we ran straight into Kingshaven’s infamous little tyrant. She clearly had a woman’s appearance, yet she kept insisting she was a man. Of course, I glanced at her a couple of times. “What are you staring at? Never seen a man before? I can’t stand women like you, using your looks to seduce men wherever you go.” We had only just arrived in the capital, so I did not want any trouble. I took my parents by the arm and turned to leave. As I turned, however, she sp