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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:23:12 GMT -5
SAMWICH:
Dee sat and stared as the preps rushed in. "Shit... preppies." She sat on the ground, hands by her sides, and frowned. She took a look at the preps but saw someone coming to her. Her black haired preppie approached her.
"Dee! Are you alright?" Parker kneeled down to her level and offered her a hand.
"I'm fine," she grabbed his hand and he pulled her up, "what does Derby plan on doing?"
"I don't know, really. He seemed to be in a rush to come here.."
The two stared at Derby, who had been stopped temporarily by his sister.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:23:38 GMT -5
MEMAI:
"That's right, Derby! You leave my poor Ben-Ben alone!" Pigtails and all, Darcy Harrington approached her prized boy, "Did that meanie hurt you, Ben-Ben?" She looked to him with a worried pout, then turned to Derby, angry finger at the ready, "If you hurt my Ben-Ben, I'll... I'll!"
"Slice his innards open?" Roxy braved, glaring up to the blond Prep. A glint flashed through her eyes in that one moment, briefly remembering her father's stash of scalpels and drugs.
"What she said," the small girl pulled Benji up by the arms, "C'mon, you're sick and you need to sleep!"
"B-But, Darcy! I'm... I'm fine see? Ow..."
"No 'buts'! When we get back, I'll go and get a—" But the girl was stopped short of her sentence, as the crowd, drenched in sweat and blood, turned their attention to the direction of the main building.
One by one, spectators and fighters alike made way for the horde of prefects and Mr. Crabblesnitch, led by none other than Melody Adams, pointing to the supposed 'massacre' on campus grounds.
Roxy quickly rose, dusting off dirt and running quickly to the safety of Peanut's back, peering nervously over his shoulder. "What's the principal doing here?"
"Someone tattled, nightengale."
She gulped, feeling her heart sink. Even more now that she caught whispers of Lefty and Lucky lamenting the long detention they were sure to receive.
"WHAT in all that is good and decent, happened here?" Crabblesnitch's voice boomed, teachers soon running to the scene, worried expressions worn on each one. They looked at their beloved students; Kay moaning under rubble, Mandy bruised and Dee bleeding, Beatrice trembling and Roxy hiding behind Peanut (who promptly put an arm behind when he made contact with Hattrick's eyes).
"ALL of YOU!" The principal pointed to the students, "I want ALL of you in the Nurse's office and IN the Auditorium. STAT!" He left with an infuriated gait, the more compassionate teachers like Ms. Phillips and Mr. Galloway had stayed, assisting their students and giving them a gentle talk.
"Larry," the English teacher approached, "What happened?" He bent down, examining the greaser's wounds and trying to coax the shy girl behind him to come out.
"I... Those stupid jocks, they... they picked a fight. Threw firecrackers in our Shop and... and then... and then Derby came and scared Roxy... I..." Mr. Galloway nodded, not wanting to press the scrambled boy, but instead, focused his attention to Roxy.
"Is it true? Did those 'jocks' pick a fight with you, miss?"
She shook her head, eyes averted.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, sir. I... I came to school and I saw Peanut. Then I heard firecrackers. The next thing I knew people were fighting."
"I see. Well, you two better get to Nurse McRae and into the auditorium. Wouldn't want Crabblesnitch to get any more angrier than he already his."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:24:33 GMT -5
OFFICER KAY:
There was a sudden moan and a crumbly noise. Everyone looked around and saw Kay pushing rubble and bike/car pats off her body.
"Crabblesnitch, i got the Greasers and the nerds into this. It's all about the aliens!" She looked delirious.
"Ignore her," Anne snapped. "She got hit over the head with part of a wall." She walked over to Kay, put an arm over her shoulders and helped her up.
"Kay!" Roxy said. "I didn't know- are you alright?" She gasped. Kay held up a weak thumb and grinned.
"I'm A-Okay!" She giggled. Anne looked at Roxy and shook her head, mouthing "She's a bit trippy,"
"Oh god," Dee said, she was standing close to Parker, holding the sleeve of his shirt. "We're in BIG trouble,"
"Let's blame it all on Sheldon," Anne suggested, falling into step behind them.
"Meh, that worked when we egged Edna, but i doubt it will now," Dee shrugged.
They forlornly made thier way up to the Auditorium. Everyone avoiding one and other's eyes.
"Never, in all my years of teaching- NEVER have i seen anything as disgraceful as this!" Crabblesnitch hissed. The students were sitting in thier seats in the Auditorium, half deafened by his shouting. McRae was tending to wounds and cuts as he spoke. Kay had regained consiousness and was sitting with her feet up on the back of the chair infront of her, a bandage on her wrist and numerous band-aids and dressings on her limbs, face, neck and back. Purple bruises began appearing on her forehead.
Roxy was looking uncomfortable. She did have some cuts and bruises, but not as much as the others and she felt guilty. As if she had caused this. Kay had caught her eye. She was grinning and threw he a sly ink. Roxy smiled weakly back, thankful for friends that wouldn't hold a grudge.
Kay looked over at Dee, who was sitting with Parker. She had had her spray paint cans conviscated. She was all scratched over her face, neck and arms from Mandy's talons. She had an antisceptic wipe and a mirror and was dabbing the wounds gingerly while Parker held her hair out the way. She then looked at Anne. She was sitting just beside her and looked beaten, battered, but a sly smile was sitting on her lips. Good old Anne. Up for a fight.
She looked at the Jocks. Mandy had huge bruises blossoming on her throat. She was sobbing into Ted's shoulder. Who looked comatose.
She jerked her head back to the front. Near the front was Benji. He was being treated by McRae. She couldn't work that goddam kid out. Do something decent and he still hates you. He seemed to hate everyone. She decided from there not to even lift a finger to help the kid out. She wasn't getting the shit beat out of her every other day for someone who never thanked you or even registered that you'd done something to help.
"You will all suffer sever punishments. No leniency. You were all involved. And Melody Adams will get student of the year award," He smiled at the ittle snitch stting in the front row.
"What?" Kay roared, standing up, but wincing. "Student of the year is reserved for kids with high standards of learning! She's got a C average!" Kay looked livid.
"Sit down, Adams," Crabblensitch spat.
"She disgraces the name of Adams," Kay said, glaring at the girl, who looked like she'd burst into tears. "I've worked all year for student of the year and she gets it for simply being a lowlife? The system is corrupt," She exclaimed.
"If you would just act the way you do in class, Adams, you'd be a fine student. But you'd rather cavort in... Sordid acts," He stressed the word sordid.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:25:19 GMT -5
SAMWICH: "I can't believe everybody's getting detention," Dee set down the antisceptic wipe temporarily and Parker assisted her on putting bandaids on. "You didn't even do anything, and you're getting punished for it," Dee looked at Parker with puppy eyes.
"But I went, and our intentions were to beat someone up." Dee sighed and wrapped her arms around Parker's neck and they continued to listen Crabblesnitch's rant.
Anne saw the despair in Kay's eyes. She had wanted that award since she arrived at this school. "It's okay, there's always next year," Anne tried to comfort her. Kay looked at her with sad eyes, troubling Anne.
Peanut took a quick look at Roxy, trying not to trouble her. He could tell she wanted to blame everything on herself. He's been able to read that very look in her eyes since they met. "Roxy, don't blame yourself. It's the jocks' faults." He placed a hand on her shoulder lightly.
"If it was somebody's fault, I'd say it's Melody's." Dee glared at the snitch, who sat in the front row, happy-looking. Who could possibly look happy at a moment like this? Even Derby was upset about the situation.
"Don't worry, Derby. You'll get what you want next time," Chad made a sad attempt to comfort their leader. Derby only looked angrier than before, he folded his fingers tightly, then relaxed. Must be some weird way rich people calm themselves...
After they were finally released, the greasers plus Anne and Kay headed to their usual hangout, the autoshop.
"I don't know about you guys, but I don't think anyone's learned their lessons," Dee giggled. "That was a whole lot of nothing."
"Well, I bet this means we'll probably be expecting another visit from Derby, since he didn't finish what he came here for." Peanut looked at Roxy, eyes full of fear, now.
"Ah, I love this." Dee smiled.
"Love what?" Ricky looked confused as he held an icepack to his forehead.
"Everyone's beat up, I think it looks kinda' funny."
"I'm surprised Mandy didn't rip a patch of your hair out..." Kay stated calmly, snickering a little, then adjusted her wrist bandage a bit.
"Someone needs to give Melody a piece of our minds." Anne pictured the little brat in her mind. Just mentioning her got everyone agitated.
"What about that Ben kid?" Lefty hardly knew the kid, "didn't he have something to do with it?
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:26:09 GMT -5
TURMOIL: Benji polished the Jock trophies slowly, trying not to think of how bitterly ironic his detention turned out to be. Still, as the trophies were in front of the Headmaster's office, it gave him an oppertunity that no one else had.
Talking to Dr. Crabblesnitch.
"So my point is," Benji explained very quietly to the pensive looking principal, "you shouldn't let Melody keep the award. Technically, she was a part of the fight too."
"Then why would she report the matter, Mr. Shortman?" Crabblesnitch asked dryly. "If she was an avid spectator who was cheering the fight on, surely she wouldn't have wanted it to end."
"AHA!" Benji grinned as he rubbed at one riduculously large trophy. "There in lies the beauty, sir. Once the entertainment was over for her, she strategically thought of a way to earn herself some extra points with you, the fine head of the school. I'd say she's trying to...climb the Bullworth social ladder." The wheat-blond boy gave a sly look at the Headmaster, who was flushing and coughing and no doubt remembering his own social climbing days.
That was the beautiful thing about still being a child. The grown-ups still listened to you without telling you to shut up, and you got away with nearly everything you said.
Finally, Crabblesnitch recollected himself, and attempted to give Benji a hard stare (which was difficult to do, as the boy was now wearing his most innocent face). "Benjamin, I will take into account what you said, and re-think who gets the Student of the Year Award. Also, I will think over the matter of your involvement in the disgraceful fight. Going in to save the women is a different matter from instigating a brawl. It's more of a chivalrous matter, one I'd expect from a fine scholarship student such as yourself."
"Yay." Benji half-heartedly waved the polish rag in the air.
"Nice work, runt," prefect Max MacTavish said, scuffling Benji's blonde hair roughly in a half affectionate manner. Crabblesnitch raised a brow.
"That reminds me," the headmaster said slowly. "What are you doing here, Mr. MacTavish?"
"Oh...Nurse McRae sent me. She told me to keep an eye on the runt--I mean, Shortman. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid that'll break more of his tiny ribs."
Benji buried his face in his hands.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:26:38 GMT -5
MEMAI: There was a general uneasiness that could be felt in every Bullworth student. Most of the students were bandaged and bruised, some even s boldly comparing their scars with friends. There were also those counting down the very minutes to their impending doom— detention. Frightening tales had come out of that punishment.
There were the lucky ones who got away with mowing and cleaning, but those who were served detention were the unluckiest of the lot. The agonisingly long hours, the lack of anything to do but sit and breathe and the horror that was Mr. Hattrick. Anyone that was sound of mind would've much rather be put in a prison lock-up than a crammed classroom with the Devil himself.
Roxy was just one of the many who was served detention. While it was considered the lighted form of punishment, it was also the worst. She sat there, sighing.
"Hey, it's alright." Peanut patted Roxy on the back affectionately. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, "It's a lot better than mowing that god damned field under this kinda heat."
"I've... I've never got detention before." She said quietly, "I mean, I've never got any kind of punishment before. Now my parents would be so disappointed. Especially after all they've done to get me here."
The Greaser sympathised. His parents weren't rich, they struggled a bit too much to be considered 'middle class', he remembered distinctly that his father had to put in extra hours, and his mother having to take two jobs just to raise funds for him to attend Bullworth.
But unlike Roxy, his parents anticipated him getting into trouble. He was a rebel and rough around the edges, starting fights with all those who dared bothered his friends. "It's alright... I don't think your parents would be that upset with you. I mean, you're a good kid, I can see that. I think they might be mad, but yeah... I think you won't get into any more trouble. It's not like you wanted to get in a fight, right?"
"I didn't even know there was a stupid fight to begin with!" She buried her face in her hands, bending over, "I must've looked so stupid to Bo, like a crybaby I was standing there with a slingshot. God..."
"Hey..." Peanut nudged her, "What got you crying this morning, anyway?"
She shrugged.
"Was it Harrington? Because I see he's been bothering you a lot. Did he pick on you again?"
"K... Kind of."
"Those trust fund turds," he spat maliciously, "Bet'cha he only wanted to pick on you 'cause you're pretty, nightingale."
She blushed, "Ohhh! Now look!" She was flushed red, "You've got me all blushing! Thank you though... no one's ever told me that before."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh..."
"They must all be blind then..."
"Peanut?"
"Yes?"
"Do you smoke that often?" Roxy looked to him with a slight frown. It was the worst habit a human could take up, yet it just made anyone with a cancer stick look just that more attractive.
"I do it everyday."
"EVERYDAY?"
"It's not just me, we all do it. Hal, Ricky, Lefty, Vance... All of us."
"That's unhealthy, you know?"
"It helps take my mind off my problems."
"Problems?"
He looked to her with a suspicious gaze, "Yeah, problems. You gotta be some sort of rich kid not to get what I mean, doll."
Suddenly Roxy realised what he meant... money problems. He had mentioned to her he lived in New Coventry, most of the Greaser kids did. And judging from the slum-like appearence of that one area was enough proof for anyone to realise what struggle the leather-clad youths went through.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:27:09 GMT -5
SAMWICH
"Hooray." Dee dropped the bucket onto the ground. She got lucky, alright. For detention, she was assigned to clean the locker rooms. She was positive that the locker rooms were cleaned every half a year or something since it was looking and smelling like crap.
The lockers were covered in graffiti, there were no images visible on the mirrors, and the showers... oh my god, the showers. Dee was in awe, she had never been this disgusted in her life.
"Here we go," Dee muttered to herself as she slid on a pair of pink rubber gloves. Shed saturated the mop with the bucket water and started mopping.
"We got lucky, didn't we?" Parker was in the locker room with Dee. Crabblesnitch mistook them as enemies, one being a greaser and one being a prep, that is. The headmaster thought the students would learn better if they were paired with an enemy for detention.
"Oh yes, we did." Dee laughed as she started mopping harder. The ground wasn't looking any cleaner. Parker started his detention by scrubbing the mirrors. A prep wouldn't tolerate anything dirtier.
Dee continued mopping, dropping the mop into the bucket once in a while. "How long do we have to keep this up?"
"Um, Crabblesnitch said 'until the locker room sparkles'," he wiggled his fingers to demonstrate the sparkles.
Dee sighed while bringing the mop over to the sink to wring it out. She looked at the mirror, which looked no cleaner than before, "You suck at cleaning."
"Hey, I'm not used to it. I don't do this stuff at home." That's right, Parker pretty much had two homes. Even though he had a house in the Vale, he also owned a dorm room in the Harrington House.
"Oh yeah, you've got people working for you and stuff, right?
"Yeah... but isn't your mom a prep?"
"Yeah, but I'm not living with her." Dee's parents were living way up in Canada. There, they enjoyed the luxuries of having a big, big house in the hills. Oh, how Dee missed her home.
"Oh, right..." Dee walked over and yanked the sponge out of Parker's hand. She dampened the sponge, added soap, and began to scrub the mirror.
"I should keep some of this in mind," Parker placed a finger on his chin as he watched, "might come in handy later in my life."
"Probably not... Once you're rich, you'll always be rich, right?"
"Not necessarily..." he removed his rubber gloves and set them on top of the locker.
"What are you doing, we're not finished yet." Dee was slightly confused. "Don't tell me you're gonna' leave all the work for me." She pouted.
"Of course not, I'd never do that." Parker wrapped his arms around Dee's waist and placed his head on her shoulder. Dee ceased the scrubbing for a moment.
"This is so unromantic. I mean, the locker room and all."
"Yeah," the prep smiled slightly.Dee turned to Parker and smiled. Suddenly, the two heard the most pleasant noise one could hear during detention, the fire alarm.
"Sounds like someone's saving us from our misery," Parker removed his hands from Dee while she put the sponge down and removed the gloves.The two ran out.
When they arrived outside the gym, other students were running out of the buildings, most of them were cheering.
"What happened?" Dee asked Ricky, who was smoking outside of the gym.
"Nothing, someone pulled the fire alarm," he laughed and took a puff of the cigarette.
Dee smiled at Parker, "We got very lucky."
Later on, Dee walked over to the Autoshop where Roxy and Peanut stood, chatting.
"Don't you have detention?" Peanut looked at Dee funnily as she walked in.
"Someone was nice enough to pull the fire alarm for us. Detentions off for me, but not for you." Dee rubbed it into his face, jokingly.
"You do know you're gonna' hafta' make up for it, right?" Peanut attempted to ruin Dee's pride.
"Yeah, but it'll probably beat cleaning the locker rooms."
"Ooh, you got lucky," Peanut laughed and extingquished his cigarette on the cement floor. Roxy just staired at it in fear.
"Dee, do you smoke?" Roxy questioned the tall, black-haired girl with worried eyes, hoping for a "no."
"Nope, but everybody else does... Hal, Ricky, Lefty-"
"Yeah, I noticed," Roxy cut her off.
"It helps take their minds off of the trouble of daily life." Roxy just stared at the ground. It is disappointing to know your friends smoke... and that they have a chance of dying young. Dee gently lifted her head and smiled, "Hey, it could be worse. Be happy that they aren't smoking crack or anything." Roxy smiled a bit from Dee's remark.
Peanut tossed his cigarette, "So what's Kay and that Harpe girl doing?"
"Detention, maybe?"
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:28:14 GMT -5
ASHHAVYNN :
The lanky brown-haired girl stood, one hip popped out, leaning against the school gates entrance as her transportation drove off. She'd been forced to join her father for the opening of a new fashion line in Paris, and the media was all about the father-daughter relationship in the RWW fashions industry. She was fairly unimpressed by the vacation, and had been rearing to see her current major crushs' beautiful, perfect faces again. She now wore an extremely skeptical frown on her face, gawking at the scarred up, beat up teens as they walked by, some frantically running around like headless chickens-- a sort of victory dance for the recent fire alarm which REL could still hear in the distance. "What the bloody hell happened while I was in France," REL whispered astonished. "Daddy always did choose the best times to take me to his work. I wonder what grand splendid scene I must have missed, and who was fighting... Johnny and Derby no doubt," she continued, walking forward. The sight of two strong, handsome men fighting was as "aesthetic" to her as the sight of a catfight to boys. She sauntered on towards the fountain-- where all 4 cliques might be found, or at least seen. She reapplied her lipcolor and looked around for anyone she might get some information on. She found Peanut and Parker. With that... Grey child and... "Who on Earth could this be?" She was staring at Roxy, more skeptical than before, only because she owned both Aquaberry and leather jackets, and was utterly DISGUSTED by the fact that she wasn't the ONLY girl that could pull it off. (Even though REL wouldn't be caught DEAD swearing allegiance to both fashions in public, the thought that this girl had burned her.) No matter. REL knew she looked better, anyways. She had a bigger chest. Or atleast, she thought so. It was hard to tell with the leather jacket, and it DID take a mightly shapeless front to beat REL's linear plane of a body. But just to make herself feel better. "Ah, a new girl arrived while I was gone and I missed her fabulous debut!" but this was not without sarcasm, and though Dee had leaned in descretely to bring this up, REL made no attempt to soften her words, practically shouting, "But my, my, MY--your bust is so flat you could land a plane on it, darling!" before she could even finish her brief following cackle, Peanut was trying to burst through the small crowd and lash at REL, Roxy backing down timidly at REL's apparent distaste of her, Parker rolling his eyes, and the mixed sounds of Dee snapping, "That's not cool, REL," and Peanut shouting, "BACK OFF, WIGGLESWORTH, before I paint YOUR face red to match the REST of your kind!" "Oooh, I see." She looked at Peanut, then Roxy, who was cowering behind him again, then back at Peanut, from head to toe. "Pardon moi, mes amis, I didn't know there was something between you too. My GOD, your fast, little girl--and Pea, don't you DARE try to deny it; you can't hide chemistry from REL wigglesworth." She looked at him with a playful smirk, but the smile dropped off her face as she noted each member of the party glaring at her. "Hmph. I see. Well, I'll leave you 2 pairs of lovebirds and co alone. I'd better leave before psycho females 1 and 2 come. Lydia, Pea, Parker. Poseur," She said, as a way of saying goodbye. With that she turned to leave back towards the fountain.[/i]
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:29:04 GMT -5
OFFICER KAY:
After thier detention- Litter picking, which they spent sword fighting with the litter pikes- Anne and Kay went down towards the Autoshop.
Kay felt her heart sink when she saw Roxy and Dee and the others. She couldn't face them after not being able to beat Damon, and getting them all detention. She turned on her heel and dashed off towards the library.
"Kay!" Anne yelled, running after her. Kay skidded past REL, who was on her way To Harrington house to see her fellow Preps and be filled in.
"Oh, Hey REL, long time no see!" Kay called. (( Kay has been at Bullwort for 2 years, so she'd know REL anyways))
"Too bad it just had to be interrupted." REL shouted back, an apathetic look on her face. Annoying as it was, there were few times Kay would take offense to the girl's dry remarks; she had better things to do.
Kay fell through the doors of the library and went to her favourite chair. It was empty because of the fire alarm.
"Kay, what is the deal here?" Anne demanded.
"Nothing, Anne... im just... bummed out," Kay scratched the back of her head, annoyed.
"look, we all know you deserved that award, not Meldody," Anne grunted.
"I'm just so pissed becaue i didn't get it last year! Y'know, because i hardly showed my whole potential," kay fumed, thudding her head down on the desk.
"I get ya, i get ya," Anne grinned. "But that doesn't matter because i can make you a better on from paper mache and silly string."
They both laughed.
"I'm gonna stay here for a while," Kay said. "Tell the others im studying or something. I need some time alone or i might kill someone!"
"Sure will," Anne saluted and walked out the door leaving Kay alone, leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes in a snooze.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:31:09 GMT -5
TURMOIL:
"Oooooh. Ben-Ben, you smell funny. But in a good way!"
Benji's eye twitched as Darcy hugged his arm tightly. "Well, polishing Jock trophies for three hours will do that to you," he replied sarcastically. He then raised a brow at Darcy. "What did the old man do to you, just asking?"
"Hmm? Oh, Dr. Crabblesnitch just lectured me and my brother about how we shouldn't roughhouse. He promised not to call our parents as long as we stay out of trouble." Darcy shrugged, before she grinned at Benji, not noticing his stare of utter disbelief. "Anyway, now that our punishments are over, we can go to Aquaberry Fashions! There's a bunch of new arrivals lately at Harrington House, and Derby told me to look my best!" The blonde, pigtailed Preppie girl giggled. "Won't that be fun?"
"WHAT?!" Benji gave Darcy a shocked look. "NO! Why do I have to go? I don't wanna go meet some new Preps! I barely like the old ones as it is! With the exception of YOU, of course," Benji added quickly, catching Darcy's displeased stare. He stratigically tilted his head, so that he was gazing at Darcy from below, and gave her a "sexy" smirk. "YOU, I like very much."
"Oh..." Darcy blushed, before she resumed her hugging of the wheat-blond boy.
Oh yeah. I soooo rock.
"Say, Dar?"
"Yes, Ben-Ben?"
"About that traitor Prep you told me about..." Benji scratched the back of his head pensively, before he continued. "Is she the one who wears both Aquaberry and a leather jacket? Roxy Something-Or-Other?"
"Oh. HER." Darcy sniffed haughtily. "Derby told me not to speak to her. She's crazy, wanting to join some low-class gutter scum clique!"
"Uh-huh." Benji decided not to remind Darcy that he was also "gutter scum," at least in the sense of finance.
So, he thought to himself. Roxy's the traitor Prep. She's a traitor Prep, and I'm a Nerd who wants to play sports. Heh, maybe she and I have more in common than meets the eye.
"I gotta go," Benji said suddenly, realizing that he was at the library. "I have to hand in my comics to the Newspaper Team by the end of the week, and I'm a little behind."
"Oh...okay then..."
Giving Darcy a departing smile, Benji slowly entered the library. As of yet, he was not at all certain of his status with the Nerds now that he had publically helped them fight the Jocks. Thankfully, most of the Nerds were still at Detention, save a quiet figure sitting in the corner of the library.
Kay.
He paused. Should he say hello? Should he tell her about what he said to Dr. Crabblesnitch? Or should he just ignore her as he always did?
It took him a second to decide.
He walked up to Kay, his face devoid of any visible emotion. The older girl has seen him coming, but he was met with a fierce glare this time, not a smirk or a bored look.
"What the hell do you want?" she spat.
He paused.
Then, he said quietly, "Thank you."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:31:36 GMT -5
OFFICER KAY: Kay stared at the boy, astounded.
"It's nothing. I was just seeing that you were okay that's all," She said, her voice firm and surprisingly steady.
"Uhhh thanks..." Benji muttered.
"You can hate me still, if you like," She said, looking up, frowning. "I mean, you seem to have something against me. I can't say i blame you, but im not going to change for anyone."
"Ummmm...." Benji felt like he should say something, but wasn't sure how to go around it.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:32:35 GMT -5
ASHHAVYNN
Benji felt he had to say something, but wasn't sure what or how. Searching for the next sentence, his mind was interrupted by the swinging open of the library doors.
"Hey, psycho-bitch, I just heard a little rumor through the grapevine... All this massacre is your fault, they're saying." REL seemed to float on in, ignoring Benji completely as she usually did underclassmen and the likes. She took a seat accross from Kay and lowered her voice. Kay wasn't typically the type of person that REL would approach, as she deemed her and that boyish girl, Harpe as white trash, but as things go REL would typically humble herself for the sake of gossip. Thus, coming in peace, she leaned forward. "So... You challenged Damon for beating up your proclaimed 'cousin', as Dan told Kirby who told me. And the ENTIRE SCHOOL got involved? Was it as bad as when Gary Smith took over? The greasers garage got firecrackered? I hear Mandy stopped fighting because some kid called her fat, which she completely IS. Psst, I also heard that the greasers practically won, if you look at it that the preps took more of a beating than actually getting the chance to fight. I'd take it with a grain of salt, but Derby's absolutely fuming. He told me he was fighting valiantly against heathens-- I hear he got his lip busted open a couple of days ago, and I wouldn't doubt it." Kay seemed uninterested in every remark but the one bringing up her "cousin." Benji already looked surprised, a bit shocked. REL stood up, frowning, after seeing the lack of attention she was recieving. "Well I don't think you actually have a cousin that goes to Bullworth. I think psycho nerd's going soft. Better watch yourself, Adams." No reply, more than a quick glare. "My god, social interaction has all but DIED in this bloody school. Lighten up, child. Oh? Ohhhhhh. I see. This is... your cousin?" She noticed Benji. "ahh...." A skeptical look. "This isn't the freak that I know..."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:34:01 GMT -5
TURMOIL: "Pleasure to meet you, miss," Benji greeted REL, his voice dry and sarcastic.
He turned away from REL and back to Kay, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly as he did so. "Listen...can I call you Kay? Um, I don't hate you. Sure, I'm annoyed at you for kicking the chair from under me, but I don't hate you. Maybe I give off that impression, but..."
Seeing the strange looks he was garnering from the two older women, he flushed and looked away. "Never mind. Forget it, cuz. And I don't expect you to change. I'm still trying to get used to you the way you ARE."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:35:12 GMT -5
OFFICER KAY:
"Whatever," Kay said to Benji with a shrug. He turned and walked out of there pretty fast.
"Urrrrgh REL why did i do it?!" She dropped her head heavily on her arms.
"Well i don't know do i? How about you tell me the story and i'll work it out?" She asked lightly, trying to disguise the need to gossip in her voice.
"I have no idea. I just didn't like the fact that Damon was picking on a smaller kid. Like he used to pick on me."
"Used to? I thought he trashed you and threw you into a wall. That's what Derby said. But then again, he does hate you-"
"He did," Kay nodded. "A whole load of crap fell on me and i blacked out,"
"And anyways, you usually despise kids. What's happening to you, Adams?"
Kay lifted her head. "I do despise children. I loathe them."
"Methinks your cracking, Adams," REL sang. "Your going soft like the rest of them,"
"I am not going soft," Kay replied flatly. "For now on im looking out for me and my mates only."
REL smirked. "You'll do it again,"
"I won't," Kay groaned, leaning back on her chair.
"You wi- Where are your sunglasses?" REL asked suddenly.
"My suns- Oh fuck," Kay reached up to her head. "They must have gotten lost! Aw man those glasses where designer! Darn it," Kay looked wayy bummed. "This day just gets better and better."
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Mar 7, 2008 15:36:00 GMT -5
SAMWICH:
The bell rang and the fortunate students who had not receieved detention rushed out of their classrooms. It was everybody's favorite hour of the day, lunch. Those who were in detention were released for their break, too. Most of the students arrived at the lunchroom, stomachs grumbling.
"Man, I wish I had someone to pack a lunch for me," Peanut stared at the little kids with their bag lunches with envy. Edna's cooking wasn't the best. Every health inspector who paid the lunch lady a visit had passed out from the very stench of her food. Therefore, her food never got a real grade. Those students who knew of the dangers of her food always decided on eating anything that hasn't been cooked, which consisted of fruits. Anything that contained meat was not to be eaten. That was a rule that the sane students had obeyed.
The greasers settled at their table, which was on the window end of the room, furthest from the cafeteria door. The nerds played their G&G games at the table next to them, then the little kids settled on the next table, to set a boundary between the jocks and nerds. And the preps? Oh, the preps were much to high class to consume school meals. Most preps left school grounds to dine at the fine restaurants in the Vale.
Dee took a bite from her apple, which was clean-looking, unlike the rest of the food in the lunchroom. "Pea?" Peanut looked up towards the sound of the word, "REL calls you Pea?" Dee snickered a little.
"Hey, I didn't ask for it. Besides, it's not as bad as 'grey child',"
Roxy was feeling a bit down after REL insulted her, "REL's not very nice, is she?"
"Nope," Dee set down her bitten apple, "what did we tell you? Your flatness will lead to conflict." It sounded more like "I told you so."
The brown-haired girl buried her face in her palms, "What is with the students here?"
"Don't worry, you just have to earn some respect. You're still considered new here."
Cheering was heard from the Jock's table. Sounds like they were at their arm wrestle games again. The students would usually hope that they wouldn't break another arm, but today, they could care less about who got hurt. The greasers rolled their eyes to the sound of the jocks while the nerds just continued rolling the dice in their game of G&G.
"I don't wanna be around when the jocks start using the trays as footballs. Let's get outta' here," Peanut suggested as he stood up from his seat.
"Alright," Dee stood up, pulling Roxy by her jacket collar.
When they made an attempt to exit, they were stopped. Peanut felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to find Damon, angry-looking (he always looked angry...) with a few bandaids. The jocks usually left the greasers alone until this morning.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Peanut was annoyed. All he wanted to do was leave the lunchroom with his friends. Something always interrupted.
"Are you friends with that psycho-nerd girl?" Damon asked in a very low voice.
"What's it to you?" Dee glared at the tall, black boy. "Wasn't knocking her unconscious into the wall enough?"
"We've some unfinished business, thank you very much. I don't know why it'd affect you." Damon stepped closer and stared her down.
"Whatever," Peanut turned around and walked out, Dee and Roxy followed.
Damon returned to his table. "Think like a nerd, where do you usually find them?" Bo suggested.
"Ionno, man."
"The library, obviously," Bo answered his own question while rolling his eyes.
"You think I'll find her there?"
Back at the library, REL and Kay were still chatting. Kay wouldn't admit that she had gotten soft to REL. REL just kept bugging her to.
"So, seeing any guys?" REL loved talking about boys. In fact, she was interested in nothing but boys.
"Well," Kay was about to answer when the two girls heard someone slam the door open. They turned towards the door. Benji knew that there was only one type of person that would open the door with so much force, a jock.
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