The Playground
High School is the best time of your life. And I intend to show you XHS's best and worst.
You bet I got this idea from Gossip Girl. I wanted a Fillmore! version, so here. I made an allusion to it in another fic, The Seven Deadly Sins of Joseph Anza. But I'm not gonna exploit her character. Rating may go up in time.
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x marks the gossip spot.
hey love.
You know the old saying, that you're no one unless you're talked about? Absolutely true. And there's no such thing as bad press. At least you know you're somebody.
I know I am. I just won't tell you who I am from the hundreds or thousands of us. It's a big secret. I'll give you a hint. I go to a big school, and I'm starting my first year there. Just because I'm new, doesn't mean I'm stupid. Just to let you know, I'll be on to you. To your every move. I'll be exposing what deeds you've done and who you've done. But don't worry, some names will be changed. When they have to.
So today marks the first official school day of XHS. I heard that Folsom's going with us. I guess she just couldn't leave us, right? I guess she was ready for a change of pace. But be careful, dear principal. If you thought that crimes in Middle School were bad, strap on your seatbelt. You'll be in for one wild ride with us in high school, right when the hormones are kicking in. Hard.
Speaking of hormones, have you seen Officer Joseph Anza? He's looking mighty fine if you ask me. Those labor-earned arms are absolutely to die for. Too bad he's taken. By most of our imaginations, because we're not sure who he wants. But we know who we want. An officer on duty just turns me on. Well, one as sexy as he is. All I'm saying, is that I'm watching him. And so is his brother, Commander-in-Chief of the Safety Patrol and graduating senior Jared Anza.
Officer Cornelius Fillmore isn't looking bad either. If he wasn't taken I'd jump him. Officers Ingrid Third and Karen Tehama are lucky to be around such sexy boys. Freckly Danielson O'Farrell's starting to tower and mature. Who knows, he might be the next one I'll be eyeing.
eye spy.
Cheri Shotwell and Frank Bishop seen talking. Wonder why.
The Chestnut Brothers seen walking with the Safety Patrol. Congratulations, Robert. You'll do a nice job as secretary. Right?
Twins Lilith and Chloe Archer trying out for the cheer squad. New students trying to be noticed. Hmm.
Karen Tehama walking out of the mall with loads of shopping bags. Rich girl's got something planned. If those are her giveaways for the party, I can tell they're going to be good. She had at least ten DKNY paper bags loaded in there and another ten Kate Spades at the least. You do know about the party, right? If you haven't gotten your invite, most likely it got lost in the mail.
Cornelius Fillmore and Ingrid Third grabbing a coffee at Starbucks. Nothing like a good latte, right, officers?
And.
Wayne Legitt, walking to the principal's office with Joseph Anza. Is he back? If he is, things are going to get very interesting around here. Especially for the Safety Patrol.
it's party time.
And only the best get there. Invites-only. This is how it goes down. You get an invite, but it doesn't say where. You have to figure our where it is. There are a couple of clues, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find out. For those that don't make it, I'll have the 411 with me next chance I get.
Gotta go! I've got to have my hair fixed. See you at school.
You'll keep coming back to me.
xoxo
it all started in the office.
Cornelius Fillmore walked into the Safety Patrol Headquarters of X High School. It was not much different from the one in Middle School, though a whole lot more upgraded. There was a coffee machine there, complete with Starbucks beans, sugar, and cream. There was also a cocoa dispenser and water tank, and a refrigerator. They had two sinks and a dishwasher. A tool kit was placed in the top cabinet. The desks were of hard oak wood, and the large office chairs were tucked into them. The desks were empty, except for a notepad, a pen, a computer, and a telephone. Each desk also had an extension cord, which was added just that year due to high demand.
The floors were made of dark green marble, and the walls of polished wood. The windows were large, with the curtains drawn aside. The room was cool, thus sparing the need for air conditioners. It was rather grand for an office they'd mostly be out of, but it was a well-deserved resting place for the officers. Now he knew why Vallejo liked the place so much.
"Fillmore, you're early." said Vallejo, who'd just entered the office. Vallejo was holding an advisor's position in the Safety Patrol. It was a respectable position for anybody, and a major nod to being trustworthy. The position was voted upon. Only seniors could hold the position of Commander-in-Chief. It made the group sound military-ish, but that was the name. And their current Commander-in-Chief was Anza's older brother, Jared. Except, you couldn't call Anza Anza anymore. You had to refer to him as Joseph, as not to confuse the brothers. That was going to take some getting used to.
"Yeah. Just to get familiarized, y'know?" he said, taking his name plaque. "Wow, actual gold."
Vallejo nodded. "So don't lose that. And don't try anything funny around here. Surveillance cameras." he said, pointing to one that was almost concealed by the cabinet.
"Got that." replied Fillmore, who nodded. "Oh, hey Anza. Er. Joseph."
"Hey." said Joseph, who looked about another few inches taller. He was a head taller than Fillmore to begin with. Shortly after his entry, Jared followed, a pretty girl with blond hair holding on to his left arm, and another one with brown hair holding on to his right. The brothers looked alike, except Jared's face looked a bit older, and that he had green eyes, darker hair, and tanned skin. But if one were to judge, Joseph would be the better-looking one.
"Ah, so this must be Officer Fillmore." said Jared, smiling. "We've got ourselves a hell of an asset to the Safety Patrol. Ladies, you're free. Just tell Michelle I don't need escorts. I can take care of myself." The two girls shrugged, and left.
"So, let me give you the low-down. Around here, the Safety Patrol's more respected. They're looked up to. And you'd better prove you're worthy of the position. I know you are. Just don't do anything stupid." he said. "And don't worry about the gossip. Rumors fly around like crazy here, so yeah. You know the truth, so don't bother with them. If there's anything you need, I'll be in my office."
He gestured to the door. "Oh, and Joe. I'm looking forward to your success here."
With that, he strode off to the office. Vallejo snickered at Joseph's face.
"Whoa." commented Fillmore.
"Whoa is fucking right." said Joseph, through gritted teeth. "He's expecting too much from me. I don't get it. He wants me to be better than him. On the ride here, he briefed me on every topic imaginable. I mean, I love working here, but God. Does he have to tell me to top all the records? Hello? I'm not Superman!"
Vallejo laughed. "Well, you're an Anza. And you know that your family's..."
Joseph cut in. "One of the top donators for X, blah blah... on the X Hall of Fame, including my father, grandfather, grandmother, great grandparents..." he sighed. "It's just hard to live up to the legacy. Everyone's too serious about school. Asceline and I are so confused at why everyone's so... focused. Right now all I want is to enjoy life as it goes, and not worry too much about the future."
"Your family goes to the Ivy Leagues, man. It's the best that they look for there." said Fillmore.
Joseph's cell phone rang, and he took out his Sidekick. "Um, let me take this. 'Scuse me." he said, running out of headquarters, where he almost ran into Ingrid Third.
"What's his deal?"
"Oh, hey Ingrid. He's just pressured." replied Fillmore.
She frowned. "Already? It's just the first day of school. And... seven in the morning."
"His brother's C-O-C, remember?"
"Oh." she said. "Wanna head down to Starbucks? I'm in dire need for some coffee. And I don't feel like preparing it."
Fillmore shrugged. "Sure. Hey Vallejo. We're heading down for some coffee. Wanna come?"
"Nah. I think I'll keep an eye on Anza--Joseph."
"Okay."
"So we call him by first name now?"
"Apparently we do."
some people just keep coming back.
Joseph Anza walked out of headquarters and slid open his Sidekick. A few girls waved to him, and he nodded his head, acknowledging their presence. He walked down the East Hall, pressing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Guess who, Anza."
A smile broke out. "Legitt? Oh my God. How the hell did you get my number?"
"Fillmore. Duh. Who else?" he replied, laughing. "So guess what, Coffee."
Joseph frowned. "Quit calling me that. So what's to guess? Why you're calling?"
"Mhmm." he said. "Look behind you."
Joseph did, and sure enough, Wayne was there, leaning against a tree, waving hello. Joseph smiled, and slid the phone back into his pocket.
"Wayne!" he said, running over to his friend. "Why're you here?"
He stuck out his tongue. "Told you to guess."
"Don't want to. Talk, Hazel."
"I'm back. For good."
