"Ow ow ow! I'm sorry!" Several heads turned to look at the commotion outside the shed used for shop class. All of them immediatly recognised the strawberry blonde girl holding a strangers arm in a vice like grip.
"The hell do you think your doing brat?" Said brat winced under the icy blue glare of Trixie Jefferson. Trixie was a Greaser through and through but she wasn't afraid to go against them if she felt it necessary. She was also the toughest chick on campus, something the stranger apparently hadn't been warned about. Johnny Vincent was the first of the greasers to go see what was going on.
"What's all this Trix?" The blonde twisted the kids arm further, earning a few more 'sorry's'.
"I caught this little sneak trying to steal from me." Trixie scoffed slightly and Johnny immediatly glared at the shorter teen.
"Is that true?"
"Ow! Yes! Okay! I admit it! But it wasn't my fault! OW! I was paid to steal it okay!" Johnny glanced at his friend and she reluctantly released the arm. The kid stumbled back onto her ass and cursed.
"You were paid?"
"Yeah some chick named Mandy. She said it would be easy and if I got your ring she'd pay me 30 bucks! Come on have a heart! I'm still growing, I gotta eat!" The ebony haired girl apparently had no problem shoving her pride to the side but it amused Trixie enough for her to crack a smile. Plus not alot of people had the balls to mess with her. She held her hand out and watched the boyish teen take it cautiously.
"What's your name?"
"Luka...Luka West." Now that Luka was standing, Trixie was alittle put off to find out this scrawny little kid was taller then her by an inch.
"I'm Trixie Jefferson, so Mandy put you up to this."
"Um yeah." Luka mumbled, rubbing her arm.
"Hm well I'll deal with her later but until then I think you and me should talk." Luka glanced over at Johnny as Trixie led her past but all she recieved was a suspicious glare. "Bye Hubbie!" The brunette rolled his eye's but waved at Trixie before going back into the garage.
Luka's POV:
"Oh hey Luka." I jumped in suprise and looked up at Beatrice, a tall nerdy girl from the room across from mine.
"H-Hi Beatrice." She frowned slightly at my less then enthusiastic greeting before shrugging it off and continuing past me. Ofcourse who could blame me for being alittle down. It was my third day here at Bullworth Academy and I'd been tricked into stealing from what I think is a demon in a curvy 15 year old body, nearly had my arm broken by said demon. Yesterday I found out she was my roommate and I nearly got crushed by her hell hound, a colorado bulldog named Voodoo who decided my bed was officially his whether I was laying in it or not. So I didn't get a wink of sleep, I lost my beanie and my third day of school was starting out rather shitty.
"Hey get to class!" Mrs. Peabody the girl dorm supervisor snapped at me and I groaned. Slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my board I ran out of the dorm. I didn't hesitate to drop my skateboard and push off towards the school, avoiding fire crackers, stink bombs and the other students. Opening the doors to the school I narrowly dodged a flying eraser and hurried to my first class.
"Oof!" Turning a corner I felt someone run into me and send me crashing to the floor. "Ow." I rubbed the back of my skull and looked down at the boy who'd landed on me. He was small like he should still be in middle school. He wore the blue Bullworth sweater vest with a...pink shirt underneath. The boy's weight suddenly dissapeired and I watched in shock as two boy's in white shirts dragged the kid to his feet and proceeded to shove him head first into a garbage bin. "H-hey! What are you doing?" Wow, that was...lame. Stupid Luka. The bullies had turned there attention to me and apparently were amused by what they saw. A wimp. The blonde grabbed me by my collar and jerked me off the floor. "Put me down! Don't you dare!" I kicked at the bigger student but it didn't seem to matter. It probably felt like being hit by a beach ball or something to him.
"Stop squirming!" The blonde kneed my gut and proceeded to stuff me in a locker. The door banged shut and I listened as there laughter slowly faded away. Third day at this school officially sucked ass to. Luckily someone decided to shed alittle bit of light on my day cause I could hear someone trying to open the locker.
"Just hold on a minute. I'll get you out."
"Thank you!" I smiled and the locker opened just an inch before slamming shut again. "Hey!?"
"Gary!"
"What do you think your doing Petey?" A new voice told me we had company.
"Gary move-" I tried peaking through the slits in the locker and found two boy's standing infront of the locker. One was the boy who'd been shoved into the trash can while the other was a boy I'd never seen. He was taller then Petey, taller then me actually. I couldn't see his face but I could see brown hair in what looked like a low fade style and his vest was a teal color with a grey shirt underneath.
"Shut up Pete, now just who might you be?" Gary turned and the first thing my eye's went to was the scar over his right eye, then I noticed the brown eyes practically laughing at me. No screw that, he was laughing.
"I-It's not funny!" I yelled, kicking the door.
"No it is. Wait I know you, your the one that tried stealing from Trix. You've got guts, I'll give you that." He teased just as the bell rang. "Well it was nice chatting and all but we have class."
"Wha-Wait! You can't just leave me in here!"
"And why not?" Gary smirked while stepping closer and peering in at me through the slits.
"Because...I um.." I trailed off and let my head bang against the door. Definatly not my day. "I guess you can." A few seconds of silence passed before the door swung open and I tumbled out onto the floor.
"Smooth." Gary stepped over me and watched as I got to my feet. Petey handed my bag over followed by my skateboard.
"Thanks."
"For what?" I wondered. The short boy rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged slightly.
"For trying." Gary snorted and we both glared at him.
"It was definatly interesting to watch."
"Why didn't you do something then?" I grumbled.
"I thought you were handling it." He laughed.
"Whatever, I've got math so..."
"Oh, yeah we've got class to. Um I guess I'll see you around uh..." Petey trailed off, not knowing my name.
"Luka West."
"Pete Kowalski." We both looked at Gary who was watching our exchange curiously.
"Gary Smith."
"Get to class!" A prefect shouted after walking around a corner and spotting us at the end of the hall.
"Chow!" I waved and ran off to find my classroom.