Disclaimer: Bully is a trademark of Rockstar games, as well as all the characters in this story with an exception of " Sophia"

I don't own any rights, I'm just writing a story.

Songs in this story are "Damn Girl" By All American Rejects and "Goodnight Socialite" by the Brobecks. All lyrics belong to them respectively~

Chapter 1: Back to the Belly of the Bull

I'm not much better without you, I'm like your victim, and all that you need is an alibi.

Breathe. The simple necessity seemed to be draining me of the little strength that I had left. Hindsight they say is always 20/20 but not by much whenever the feelings of yesterday still played your heart like a fine tuned piano. Finding all the right notes to echo straight down to your core. It had only been a year ago since I had stepped foot onto that rough brick path leading up to a towering building etched with fresh spray painted graffiti, just seeping a kind of roughness that only the inhabitants could top.

Worst of all…I had another year to be subjected to it. Then another year after that. I had begged…no pleaded…to get them to let me transfer somewhere else. Anywhere but here. Yet, here I stood. Waving my parents off as they handed me a neat roll of money and offered me a kiss on my cheek, a part of me realized that I had begun the healing process already. Confronting the demon, so to speak. The whole place was like a sort of hell to be faced in some ways.

"Take care darling." My mother called over her shoulders while my father curtly nodded at me, never the one for words.

With that, reality finally sunk in. I picked up my slightly worn suitcase with the name "Sophia Madeline Scott" written clearly on the front and brushed a hand down my pleated green skirt, attempting to smooth my shirt tails into it. Greying bricks led towards the girl's dormitory, a trail in which I followed barely looking at the other students that had excitedly been running around or gossiping. I knew that I should be able to breathe easy…he wasn't around. Jimmy had made sure that he was put where he "belonged" at the end of last year. A one way trip to Happy Volts Asylum. Just like that memories came flooding back to me.

I've got your knife inside my back.

"There's something I want to tell you, m'dear."

"What's that Gary?"

I've got your rope around my neck,

"I never really loved you-"
I feel the poison in my veins,

"never really cared-"
Corrode and eat away my brain.

"in fact, I think you're pathetic-"
I've told you fifteen dozen times,

"The only reason I said did-"
And that's one hundred-eighty times,

"is because you're a bigger moron as the rest, so much fun to play with-"
If I can't have you,

"and I didn't want anyone else to wise up to that-"
Then no one can.

"It was just easier to keep you under my thumb."

Those cutting, cutting words never ceased to replay in my head. I shouldn't have felt so bad. He had played quite literally everyone. Jimmy, even Petey, his only true friend. Oh, but he had gotten me good. I wasn't sure if it was as visible as it seemed. Like a bruise under the skin, it had ached something fierce at first, now all that was there was a dull throb that was more of a nuisance on a road to hopeful recovery, than anything. I brushed those thoughts away with a deep sigh. It was a new year meant for a new me. Sure Bullworth Academy wasn't the best place for fresh starts…why the hell not try?

Before I could find a way to derail my own pep talk, I made my way through the posh girls lounge and towards my room that I shared with a stark black haired girl with glasses that was in my grade, Angie Ng. The Dorm smelled faintly of the flowers that hugged its exterior, its scent drifting in through the open windows. The weather was too nice to keep the building shut up.

"Sophiiaaaaaa!" I heard someone practically shriek in a voice that resembled Fran. The voice sounded recognition in my brain. A willowy figure approached, red ponytail bobbing with every step she took. "Hey Christy, what's up?" I asked politely, though mildly at unease. It wasn't that Christy was a bad person to be hanging out with, but more often than not, her tongue was loose and as cutting as the Head cheerleader. Mandy.

"I was wondering if you would come back, after you know, what happened with you and that sociopath Gary Smith." I tried my best to keep my cool even though I felt like my stomach was making a quick acquaintance with my feet. Managing a laugh, though it sounded surprisingly hollow, "We weren't even friends really. I felt kind of bad for him, what with the fact that he only had a few more years left to live an all. That's why he was so crazy, you know…" I shrugged, quickly concocting some story. I knew that that would be the kind of story that Christy would just die if she didn't tell someone.

Her large brown eyes widened in surprise "Ohhhmygawd! I can't believe that! You are such a good person Sophia! I've GOT to go tell someone about this!" she said quickly sauntering off, to spread the rumor faster than a wildfire blazing as red as her hair. While Christy as busy running down the halls, I had finally made it to my room. Books were lying all around the hardwood desk that was leaning against the other side of the room and freshly pressed clothes were already hanging immaculately in the wardrobe.

"I hope you don't mind." Angie said emerging from the doorway indicating the desk.

"Nah, no problem." I did most of my work on my bed anyway, it seemed more comforting than pouring all my hours under a strained light of a lamp, cramped up on a hard desk chair. That was just how Angie was though, always trying to keep up her grades so that she wouldn't disappoint her mother.

"Someone was looking for you by the way." She informed me as she was stacking up her books in attempt get organized. That piqued my interest. "It was some guy that was wearing a pink shirt. I believe his name is Peter." I couldn't help the small smile at the mention of Pete. "I'd better go see what he wants, thanks Ang." I said ducking out of dorm quickly before any more questions could be asked. Petey Kowalski was one of the few guys at the school that was worth hanging out with.

I found him standing outside of the boy's dorm room that was across from the girl's.

"Hey Petey!" I said immediately giving him a quick hug that made him blush pinker than his long sleeved pink undershirt that had become his staple. His skin was slightly damp with a thin coat of sweat. "Hey Soph." He said rubbing his neck and giving me a quick smile. "I was wondering if you'd be back." He began timidly.

"I couldn't just leave you and Jimmy hanging, Pete." I patted his arm affectionately. The kid had taken his fair share of abuse the last couple of years and I had a fondness of him that could only be compared to a sister. The way that he was shifting on his feet and glancing around made me quickly realize that something was amiss.

"You alright Pete?" I questioned him wondering if the Bully's had made another threat against him, or if maybe he it was the greasers. Sometimes they were good for that even though Petey now held the esteemed title of head boy and could get every single one of them in more trouble than it was worth.

"I didn't think that you had heard-"

"Yes, I was wondering if she had heard the news too Femme-boy" A voice said from over my shoulder and I could feel all my blood run cold in my veins.

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