Don't play with me; I'm Fire
By Masque de Naif Beate
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't really know what I'm doing; I'm bored and I can't think of anything but this for whatever reason.
Writer's block can be a killer and don't worry I'm writing a lot of things right now like: one-shots, new chapters, and English assignments. It's weird, but I really hate writing now because of school.
School: that's a whole different story.
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Chapter one: New Kid
Bullworth was a strange town, a strange place. It wasn't packed full of people, it wasn't hardly full of people. There were shops, the occasional barber's shop, a porn shop, and three police stations.
A strange place indeed…
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Peter Kowalski was one of the few, very few, people that believed that there was still good in the world even though he lived in the most evil towns he knew of. Most people didn't believe in the "fairy tale" endings now and he had the worst time getting involved.
There were multiple faces, smiling faces, that shown. Some faces he saw more than others, and some faces didn't smile at all.
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The halls of Bullworth Academy were crowded with the billions of faces the Peter regretted ever getting to know, some faces more than others. Like Gary Smith; the school psychopath that he was friends with. His other friend, Jimmy Hopkins, was more of keep sake than anything—he defended him, hung out with him, and most of all: actually acted like he was his friend.
The people at school were cruel and unusual. They called him "gay", a "faggot" and the one he hated most of all: "femme boy." He'd kill, not literally, whoever started the rumors that he was actually true.
The bell had rung and the students didn't rush, unless you were a freshman—they ran like dogs with their tails between their legs. Of course Peter couldn't blame them; the upper-classmen scared him to more than half the time.
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"Class! Sit in your seats and pay attention." Mr. Matthews, the geography teacher, announced. His voice was laced in a thick British accent. After the class was all seated, except the empty seats of Christy Martin and Juri Karamazov whom were rumored to be in a sexual relationship, Mr. Matthews's voice rang out again.
"Now class we have new student attending Bullworth Academy," he pushed up his glasses, "Charlie Johnston, please enter the classroom." The new boy stepped in through the doorway; he was handsome. He had fair skin, auburn hair that swiped across his forehead covering his right eye, and freckles that sprinkled across his rosy cheeks.
His facial features were sharp, almost girlish. His eyes were a light, green—almost a hazel.
"Hello."
"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr. Matthews was the nicest teacher in this school—he allows late homework, late students, and people ditching in the middle of class.
"Sure," he smiled kindly as his face heated up a bit; the girls swooned, "My name's Charlie Johnston, as you may know." He nodded at Mr. Matthews and continued on. "I'm almost sixteen, still counting the days. Seven to be exact; I moved from Castle Rock, Colorado so I'm not used to the rough atmosphere around here." Everyone seemed to giggle lightly.
"Well Mr. Johnston please sit yourself next to…" he flipped through some papers that were clipped to his clipboard, "Lola Lombardi please." The girl's flipped their glares towards the "town bike". Charlie nodded and walked towards the girl with brown hair gliding down towards her shoulders.
"Hey babe," the girl spoke, her voice almost with a Detroit accent to it, "wanna skip with my next period?" Charlie turned his head and quirked his eyebrow.
"Sorry, I don't sleep around." He turned back around and ignored her for the rest of the period.
Peter liked this boy for what it's worth.
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For the next three hours Charlie sat in the back of classes; taking notes and listening to the boring lectures.
"Mr. Johnston…" a stern voice called out, "are you even listening to me?" the class giggled at the question as his head propped up more.
"Of course, Mr. Wiggins." His bald head turned slightly red and the fringed, gray hair stood up in a certain rage.
"Well them Charlie, please tell the class what battle in the American Revolution took place in 1777 that led to the French entering the war?" Charlie didn't hesitate while answering: "The battle of Saratoga; it's also the turning point in the battle." He laid his head against the wall while Mr. Wiggins's glasses slid down slightly, his eyes wide.
"T-that's correct."
"I know." Gary Smith looked back at the cocky boy; seemingly amused by the boy's reply. Charlie nodded towards Gary, but his face was nonplussed. Gary was now amused; he smirked.
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"Hey Charlie," a taunting voice of Ted Thompson sounded through his ears. Charlie turned his head towards his voice, "what?" his reply was short and snappy. Ted smirked at the response.
"Wanna play a little tackle football with me and the boys? Later we can talk about scoring with the bitches." Charlie sat under an old oak tree in front of the gym, a literary book in hand.
"Bitches?"
"The chicks, but of course I heard you were a lady's man so you probably call them girls or women." Charlie snorted, "I'm in, bitch."
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Jimmy stepped down the cement step-way towards the football field, Pinky on his arm. He wanted to show off a little of this and a little of that. Then he noticed that the boys started without him.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" His freckled face was lightly flushed from embarrassment; his big ego was faltering. Damon's sweaty face stopped short and smiled.
"The new kid is surprising good at football; we started without you Jim-bob." Jimmy rolled his eyes at Damon.
"Good thing you told me what's goin' on because I can't fucking see what's in front of me." Damon's hands flew up in the air almost in a defensive stance and ran off.
Wind washed against Jimmy's face as an auburn haired boy ran past, barely panting like Damon was doing not just a second ago.
"Pass it over 'ere you bitch!" A booming laugh sounded before Jimmy; Ted was laughing with the new guy. The spiraling football flew towards the new guy and as he caught it, Casey and Bo raced towards him trying to tackle him. He weaved through because of his small size he was probably about 5'2'' maybe 5'3''. Short anyways.
He entered the touch-down zone and threw it towards the ground; it bounced up and he caught it again. When he stopped running, it was then that Jimmy got a good look at this guy.
He had sharp features, his lips were surprising plump for a boy, his auburn hair swept over his eyes and his beanie stepped down over his forehead.
His stature was small—his built was toned, long legs, and from what Jimmy could tell, short torso.
He wore a bright yellow cardigan over his school uniform and his shoes weren't loafers or gym sneakers; they were high top sneakers. He looked put together in other words.
His face was crumpled with a smile and his eyes sparkled lightly, probably because he fit in with someone.
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"Hey you, wearing the fucking bright, yellow cardigan." Another said behind Charlie; he turned, surprised by the use of the cuss word towards him.
"What do you want you fuck-tard?" Wanted to be rude? He'd be rude right back. It was a 'greaser' that Ted told him about; Jonas? James? Or Johnny? Charlie really couldn't remember right.
"Charlie right?" His face was bored as he yawned lightly.
"Yeah and what the fuck do you want?" Johnny's eyebrow was lightly lifted.
"Use of that kind of language; tsk, tsk, tsk." Charlie rolled his eyes, "seriously, what do you want." He was serious.
"You have a brother, Kevin." His face drained of color, his eyes wide, and sweat poured down his forehead.
"So what?" The greaser smirked arrogantly.
"He owes me money; pool at blue balls hall." Charlie almost fainted, "that's it?"
"What? I take money seriously…" Charlie rolled his eyes and took out a brown, leather wallet.
"How much?"
"Let's see ten dollars a ball and I made five balls; do the math." Using a egotistical tone with Charlie, his eyes rolled.
"Oh fuck off if you're gonna use that with me you fucking loon." He threw the fifty dollars at Johnny and smiled smugly at the greaser as he bent over to pick it up.
"Happy?"
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