Good Morning/Evening! This is my first submission, so it's not really that good. Honestly, I tried to make a 300 worded dialouge and expanded it for a thousand more words. Just note, that when the real thing starts, it won't happen until who knows how long. But at least the fun starts after chapter 5. Please R&R if you find it enjoyable! Seriously.
Oh. And please note, I'm just blowing things out of proportions. You'll see what I mean later on at this chapter.
Jimmy was alone. Notice that the word 'was' is in past tense. He walked into the lobby of the main building, entering the main entrance that was waxed by the janitors ordered by the headmaster before all the students return to class. The marble so polished that you could see his yellowed teeth. It reminds him that he needs to buy a new toothbrush, since Davis thought it would be funny to flush it down the toilet. Used.
Ironically, despite the fact that he took care of their clique boss they still continue to get acne as they do stupid shit. It's annoying, but he could live with it. He had bigger problems to deal with. Like lack of sleep. Johnny getting all edgy because of his slut girlfriend (The bro really needs to leave her). Oh. And the fact that he lost twenty bucks in a bet with Constantinos.
Better yet, it was snowing outside. A white Christmas, he supposed? Snowmen were kicked about by the bullies, snowballs thrown at the prefects, the usual childish mischief that occurs in old Bullworth. He yawned very loudly as he thought that he should have worn something more than a black hoodie from the final cut and some sweats. His shoes weren't even tied properly. Maybe he should return to the boy's dorm and wear something warmer, but he was already half way there to the main building. It was Christmas morning after all. He would like to enjoy his vacation being the most lazy as possible. You wouldn't think a dump site like this would rarely give the kids a vacation, until it was literally Christmas morning.
Let's just rewind it up a bit. Just five minutes ago, he was forced to wake up since his mom thought it was a bright idea to send a Christmas present and have it given to him at the morning. He swore his mom might have given birth to him just to ruin his holiday mornings. Honestly, Jimmy did not expect anything since the lack of contact with her since the evening they decided to dump him here in this shithole. It wouldn't hurt to hope to have the PlayStation 4 for compensation, despite the fact it wasn't even sold in American stores yet.
Last Saturday, he went to the computer café downtown to play some games, and coincidentally he was bored and was curious as to where his mother was. The cruise ship they were on must have deported from Japan a few weeks back, and luckily the game console was already being sold in stores. He would hate admit it, but having a gold-digger for a mom might really have its positives. But of course, Jimmy still hates the fugly bald man that he now calls his third step-father.
"Merry Christmas, Jimmy!"
Disturbed from his fantasies, he looked up to see it was just one of those kids, the one who had a neatly combed black hair and red converse shoes. Now that he sees him up close, he was the one who asked him to swim to the shipwreck in the middle winter. At least the pay was good.
"Uh. Morning there, uh…," he attempted to reply back, only to fail at remembering his name.
"Pedro."
"Right, Merry X-mas."
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Awkward silence.
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The little boy ended the weak effort to start a common conversation, "Well, uh, got to go Jimmy. I have to do some homework."
"Oh, sure. Go ahead."
What kind of kid does his homework in Christmas? He rubbed his head in odd confusion as he slowly walked toward the center of campus, running up the stairs in a vain effort to keep warm. Since he gained a bit of respect from the nerds, the little kid started to take a strange liking towards him. After he took care of Russell and now Derby under his wing, he began to gain more respect from the cliques one by one. It wasn't like it was bad though.
Kids who were smaller than Petey somehow feel a bit more protected, now that he attempts to keep the bullying at the possible minimum. Not completely stopped, but kept at the minimum at least. But then again, he did not only defeat the faction leaders just for that reason, despite how morally right it was. He was Jimmy Hopkins after all. He only gives people what they have coming to them.
As he opened one of the double doors, he complained about the cold weather and shook the snowflakes off his hoodie. Well, crud. He certainly made a mess. They really should get a mat next to the entrance. Jimmy took a step forward, ignoring the tracks following him. Where's the janitor when you need one? He looked around the lobby to see nothing but a girl he has never seen before.
…
What?
He rubbed his eyes to make sure his eyes weren't fooling him. It looked like it didn't belong to reality. It was too perfect to be considered real. A fantasy, perhaps, but it was Jimmy was in check with all five of his senses. He simply stared at the girl before him in the center of the lobby, exactly on the blue-gold coat of arms that was painted onto the tile with such close precision.
Despite the fact that she was facing away from him, you can tell she was beautiful from afar. It might be the trick of the human eye, but he felt that the light came out of nowhere were pointing at her at all the right angles. Weirdly enough, no one, besides him, was here to witness such a beauty.
But he couldn't care less. Right now, he has a supposed PlayStation 4 waiting in the main office just dying to get unwrapped and played with. He shoved his hand in his khakis, walking around the girl. Despite his purpose he came to the main building at the first place, Jimmy couldn't help but look through the corner of his eyes.
He was right, though. She was beautiful. She wasn't just pretty. She was far above 'hot.' Far beyond 'sexy.' She was utterly and gorgeously beautiful. She had the envied hourglass shape that girls simply wished to have and guys simply adorned, despite the layers of clothes. Her black hair draped down upon her back like expensive Chinese silk, only to be accessorized with quite the adorable fluffy panda earmuffs. She wore a snow white bubble vest, with faux fur rimmed hood. Under it was a navy blue knit sweater that was a tad bit long that only her fingers were seen.
Though her upper appearance was very neat, below her belt was a bit less neat than that. She wore gray cotton sweats where the bottom rim of the pants was crudely stuffed into the original tan brown Uggs. The outfit overall was not absolutely stunning, like Pinky's. Nor was it absolutely sexy as Lola's. Perhaps not even as fashionable as Mandy's. And it certainly wasn't as ugly as Beatrice's choice of clothing. Rather, it was a mix of all and it fitted her perfectly. Comfortable, but fashionable. Stunning, but humble. Pretty, but cool. The perfect way to make all the other girls look and feel insecure of themselves.
Jimmy stopped being a fashionista for a sec and raised his head. Not a blemish was seen on her face. Her eyelashes were long and her eyebrows were trimmed perfectly. Her lips were the perfect shade of a pink, and her cheeks were of a light red tint. Only did Jimmy walked closer, did he realized that she wasn't wearing any make up at all, other than her cheeks were tinted red was due to the cold.
"Er... Hi," her soft voice, however hesitant, broke the awkward silence between them. She noticed him walking by, blinking her Caribbean blue eyes once or twice. She swept her long hair back from her shoulder with the back of her hand, putting it back in the pocket of her white bubble vest. She spoke again, "Can I ask you something?"
You can't help but think that Jimmy Hopkinz was extremely lucky this Christmas morning.
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Honestly, this looked so much bigger in my iphone. Anyway, that was chapter one. Pretty stupid way to end a chapter and overall three paragraphs to describe an OC. Again. I expanded a three hundred worded document into a thousand three hundred. I literally needed that fix for my first fan fiction. Hooray.
