Hi Everyone!

So this is my first fanfic ever, and it is a fanfic sequeal to the game Bully.

So enjoy!

::; Apologizes for any typos, i was in the biggeest rush too get this published!

IT WAS A gloomy day at Bullworth. Middle of autumn, although, the season never seemed to change the gloominess of the place.I rolled my window down, so that I could see it for myself – that I was really back. Of course, this was no simulation, I was back. I turned to smile at my gloomy-looking, peasant of an older brother, flying through a magazine from across from where I was sitting. He remembered what had happened here more than I do, after all, I was only 14, and I spent most of it in the mental institution… What's it called again? It was then that the expression dropped on my face, remembering back to when—

'Hey Jess,' I turn to face him; looking quite aggravated from ruining what I thought was a reunion with my childhood. 'I know you're fond about going back, but just play it safe this year, ok?' James said sheepishly.

'I made mistakes James, I realize, but I was 14, and so you mustn't dwell in the past.' I replied. He looked as if it had cut right through him though.

My brother wasn't any kind of guy; he was all a girl would want, actually. He was smart, good at football and had his way with what went on in any place we went to – together that is, mom doesn't trust me alone. So when we arrived at the airport from departure, thinking I was flying alone, I saw the suit case behind him, trying to keep up with his speeding pace.

'W-what's this?' I suspected it already, but I wanted to make sure my speculations were correct, or that he wasn't being flown in another direction.

'Bullworth is a bad place, Jess. I would feel most uncomfortable with you, in that town alone.' She said, staring down at her toes. She'd lost that much self-respect for me; she couldn't have even looked me in the eyes.

'You weren't even there, mom! How could you even speculate what it was like for me?' I may have accidentally screamed in the middle of a busy Australian airport.

'Shut up, Jess! You'll fuck up the other first class flyers trip. I don't want you ruining this! We might come back for you, hopefully you'll see that we did this out of-'

'-Hatred. I know you hate me already, mom. No need to remind me.' She looked me up and down, kissed my forehead and sent us on our way.

I didn't know what to feel at that time, about my mother that was. My father was there, but I doubt he'd even looked at me. They still think I'm the same, 14-year-old fuck up. I'd prove them wrong, if only my hate for them hadn't have taken over my entire being. So I guess, this is the best thing for me, in the end anyway. I looked back to my brother. He turned, then smiled lightly.

'What?' He chuckled faintly, though loud enough for me to hear. I pursed my lips.

'How on earth do you expect me to get along with you?' He rolls his eyes and throws his magazine over to his bag.

'Well, lil' sis… Hear me out; mom and dad will be calling me non-stop, just to get the slightest bit of information on your progress, but…' There are always buts in this family. '-if I was so happened to be bribed in ANY sort of way, maybe we can come to some alliance…' He raised his right eyebrow, like always.

'What do you want?' I just asked him straight up because I knew it wouldn't be good either way.

'I'll be in California with Tanya this entire time. We'll be buying a flat, going to college and doing kick-ass shit!' I rolled my eyes around for a bit. A knew what more than half of those words really meant.

'So, I'm guessing by the term, "kick-ass shit," probably means going to college for a day or two, get to know everyone, throw a rager and get high. Yes?' I raised an eyebrow in success, and yet I couldn't help feeling like this plan didn't have a downside.

'And in return, if you don't dob, I shall tell mom and dad that you're fine, not to worry and all that shit.'

'Don't see why they care in the first place – oh wait, they don't.'

'You know that isn't true, Jess. They love you; they just don't want you to make the same mistake that you did before. Truth be told, she sent you here to reconnect with friends; we all knew the ones you had in Sydney were fake.' I chuckled. Fake like you're girlfriends tits fake?

'Oh!' I looked out the window, thankful of absolutely perfect timing. '-We're here!' I straighten my long, dark brown, bleach-ended hair, throwing it behind my back. I fix up my clothes and jump out of the car. People started to gather around as they realized who it was. Oh fuck! I didn't want any attention. I just wanted to slip into my room and sleep. I'd been traveling since 5AM this morning; can't a girl get some rest for Christ sake?! I walk quickly to the boot, pick up my bags and suit case, and then head for the girls' dorm.

When I got in, I forgot who I was bunking with. I decided that I needed to go up to the office and ask, seeing as though Mrs. Danvers remembered me and James "oh-so-fondly" during the interviews over the phone. I left my things at the front door, but I decided to take a quick detour of what I missed. Just in case, I pull out my school uniform and duck into the bathroom. I go ahead and put on my school uniform; Navy blue sweater vest with a white top and black skirt. And of course, who could forget the black boots. Memories. I walk out of the front entrance to the girls dorm to a surprise in weather change. The sun was out, absolutely perfect. I walk out of the shade from the roof of the stairs and feel the heat on my neck – Just brilliant.

'I see you've made yourself welcome for the second time!' A voice came from my right. I familiar voice though, so I turn – naturally – to see who it was.

'P-Petey! Oh my, god! I haven't seen you in-'

'Two years, yeah, I get it.' He chuckles. I run over to him and hug him.

'Aw, you're taller than me now. Damn.'

'As if. That shit never happens to a Kowalski boy.'

'Hey smartass, you're almost 16. You've definitely shot up.' I giggle; looking at him smile would top any kind of day off.

'A-and Gary?' I look down at my suddenly twitchy fingers.

'Oh, um… He's good, yeah… Good.' He trailed off. '-Ah, well, hey! Welcome to Bullworth! I'm your welcome committee!' My eyebrows dropped.

'For the second time? Petey, really? I'm not brain dead; I can make my way around the school.'

'Uh, little harsh Jess. I got elected head-boy last year, so whether you like it or not; I have to show you around, shit head.'

'Oh and shit head isn't a "little harsh"?' I raised one eyebrow.

'It's a term of endearment, don't judge me.' He chuckled to himself.

'Let's just get this over with then.' We stroll of together. The school had changed a bit, though I noted that before. It looked lighter; friendlier than it had 2 years ago. There wasn't really any reason however; no one new came, nor did any of the students leave, or dare to. The leaves on the remaining trees around them sport a tangy red colour, the students dressed in particularly warm clothing; I guess it gets pretty cold at night then. It was nearing December; we came too late to actually start proper classes, though we were allowed to attend them, plus we already did the first 10 and a half months in Australia, though it was a fair stretch from how the American schooling system goes. It was weird being back in New England. It seemed less boring then it did back then, though. We approach the gym first.

'You remember this place fondly, I presume.' My eyebrows dropped.

'Fondly, eh? That rumour STILL floating around?'

'My point exactly. So what really happened then? Why did a different version of it occur?'

'Whatcha' mean, "different version?"'

'I know what you're like that, ok? We've been friends a long time. You and I, you know; we would never lie to each other. So now, how about telling Uncle Peter about the nasty rumour?' His lips curled and his eyebrows raised. I missed him the most, obviously. I go to open my mouth, but Angie and Christy come up to me and start talking about me coming back. To be honest; I remember and like Christy more. I know a lot about her than Angie does, her supposed best friend. She took depression and anxiety classes with her; she has ADD as well. Thankfully, we control it and take our medication. That's where I met Gary as well. No one really told me about what happened to him, although some freaked out, emo-looking girl from Bullworth Vale told me he died. Guess that must've happened. Hope so, anyway. He wasn't everyone's favourite sociopath, especially mine.

'Um, hello?' Christy waved er hand in front of my eyes.

'Who's that?' I reply as a faint whisper.

'Oh, you mean him?' Angie slyly asks as she points to the guy that I was blankly `staring at. He turns and smiles at the girls. And then, of course, Petey gestures him over. He walked smoothly; calmly. I admired his face as he walked, accidentally though, of course. It was kind of hard to miss his face, it was probably the best looking one in the Academy. He had spuinted eyes, and freckly cheeks and nose. Freckles made anyone look cute, in my opinion, anyway. The iy smiled sheepishly.

'Hi Ange, Christy,' He nodded his head at them as a greeting.

'Hey Jimmy.' They girls giggled. I rolled my eyes obviously and started to mouth words to Petey. Jimmy turned to me and rasied one eyebrow.

'Petey, who's this?'

'This is my old friend, Jimmy. Her names Jess. She's here for the second time.' Petey annouced proudly, putting his fists on his hips. He dropped both of his eyebrows and turned to Petey.

'And you didn't bother to tell me sooner? You knew she was coming, didn't you.' Ah god, who does this guy think he is?

'Yeah, but Jimmy—'

'Maybe he didn't wanna tell you I was coming.' I cross me arms as he turns around to face me.

'Excuse me?' He turned his head a little.

'You're excused,' I walk next to Petey and grab his wrist. 'Common Pete, you can help me unpack.' I shoot a glare to Jimmy as I walk away. I don't know if what I just did was actually tanding up for Pete. I mean, maybe I shouldn't have done that at all. Sometimes I can't help it, though. He sounded like a real jackass – like Petey was his slave; his pet. Petey doesn't deserve being treated like that, and I guess that's where I snapped… e did only say one sentence, and that' probably why I feel like such a loud-mouth idiot. Ah, so people will hate me – Hasn't stopped me from being myself in any other school yet – probably never will.

'I was giving you a tour, remember?' Petey said after what seemed to feel like a century of silence. I turn to him, eyebrows raised.

'If yoy wanna contuine the tour, fine. But I don't ever want to run into that asshole again.' I look forward. He was probably one of Petey's friends, just messing with him.

'So I take it, you haven't heard about what happened last year then?'

'Is it a long story? We have places to be, head boy.' I joke.

'If you could spare a few minutes later, I'll be most happy to tell you what happened.' Petey turned to me, mocking an old english accent.

'Oh I'm sure I can book you in later on tonight, sir. I'll be ever so thankful.' We both laughed for a while. We used to do that all the time in middle school – we were both good at it back then. I remember that entire year like it was a week ago. Every experience at Bullworth Academy was like a never ending tale – you had the assholes, the popular ones, the outcasts and the nerds. By the time you realize who your real friends are, you're probably caught up in a different group. As horrible as middle school was, it was always fun, simply because Petey, Gary and I made it.

We went into the office and grabbed my time table, got my gym locker sorted out, my room sorted and my things packed away. The only downside of the afetrnoon was that I found out I was bunking on my own – sounds pretty cool, but in the overall picture – sucked. It was about 6pm when Petey left for me to have a shower. All the girls had them ealier because there was gym practice, and me being new, having the last sower of the day. It was freezing outside, and the hallway was also because the windows were open strangly. My room was on the second floor, the one next to the attic, which I found awesome because A; no one ever goes in there… Ever. And B; Because no one goes up there, I guess that could be where I hang out, smoke, keep Petey when he wants to talk. Thankfully, I have no fear of the rumours because, even if they were true… let's face it, that's be pretty fucking awesome. I jump off my bed when the hallway prefect went downstairs and open my top draw. I bought two packets of cigarettes and they'd late a week, hopefully. I didn't have time now though, so I shut the draw, pick up my pjs and towel and walk to the bathroom. Everyone knew me here, thankfully. I wasn't entirley new, so people knew what type of girl I was, how I took shit – which I didn't, and how I only acknowlge those showing me a bit of respect, which s even better.

I proped my pjs on the left counter and my towel on the railing of the shower, undress and get in. It was refreshing the moment I stepped foot in the tiled cubical. What made it even better is that I was completely alone… - that was until I heard the door crack open and then shut.

'Hey new girl, you in here?' Who the- Why are they oing THIS while I'm in the shower. I peek my head out of the shower curtain, and through the steam, I could make out a face.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?' I go back behind the curtain, slam both of my hands on the temperature handles and whip the towel around my stomach. I was fuming to the maximum. A boy in the bathrooom, and NOT just ANY boy – that ASSHOLE Jimmy. I frown, pulling the curtain to the left and stomping onto the shower mat.

'Did I scare you? Uh, sorry. The girls told me you were in here, and I wanted to talk to you… A-about this afternoon. I'm-'

'Can I AT LEAST get CHANGED?' I scream uncontrollably, pointing to my pile of clothing on the counter next to him.

'Ah yeah, sorry. I'll be in the attic.' He drops his head and walks out of the bathroom sighing. I quickly drop my towel and throw on my pj top and then shorts, run te towel through my wet - but not shampooed or conditioned – hair and the walk out slyly, hoping that he might of left.

'You're out!' I hear as I walk up to my door.

'Urgh, unfortunatley. Where are you, anyway?' I glace around a bit, through the attic door and past the decorations, but I see nothing.

'Dumbass, I'm in your wardrobe,' he whispered loud enough so that I can hear.

'Oh, how flattering – a wardrobe full of Jimmy.' I roll my eyes, walk into my room and shut the door. I cross my legs on my bed and he carefully opens the doors and climb out, leaving it open in case one of the prefects suspect anything. He sits on the bed across from mine, and starts to look around at all the posters of heavy metal bands, and then he turns his attention to my clothing.

'AC/DC? Nice. I've a fair liking for a couple of these bands myself, actually.' He smiles. Impressive, actually, that at least someone has the same intrest in bands on campus… other than Gary, of course.

'Spit it out, romeo. Why are ya' here?' I raise one eyebrow in suspicion.

'Just came here to say sorry is all. People weren't really talking about a new girl arriving, and sometimes I act like a jerk around girls that come here. I dunno why, oh and for the record, I heard you came here before too.'

'Yeah, and?'

'Well, you were in a trio with Gary and Petey, right? Do you even know where Gary is?'

'Why the fuck should I care about where that bastard is? And to spare you my life story and just say that I hate him, and if he was here, I'dve punched him in the gut by now. '

'Aw, how cute. Maybe you and I are go for each other.'

'I haven't even offically met you, you arrogant piece of crap.'

'Woah, ok. Well, I'm James, saved everybody's life, stopped hell breaking loose, yada yada yada and so on.'

'Right. I take it they think you're a hero then?'

'Y-yeah, somethin' like that.' He smiled to himself. 'Oh! And, by the way, what's your name? I only remember people's names if I like them, but to be honest sweetheart, you were bit of an asshole this afternoon, but… I dunno, I do know that you and I can be friends though, so then… What's ya' name?'

'My names… Jessica, Jess for short.' He smiled.

'Cute,' He looked away and cleared his throat. 'Hm, well… Welcome to Bullworth.' He pulled a cocky smile and winked.

'Ah well, you must be the second welcome committee.' I grin.

~ walktallforinjustice©