Hi! Hi! Totally-T3ii3 and I are indeed at it again to bring you more Johnny Vincent Goodness! Now, there will be French and Italian in here, Italian less so, but also, if you expressly know French or Italian, and there is something wrong with the words or grammar or spelling, PLEASE LET US KNOW! Seriously! Also, I will be touching on a few international law keeping and I honestly don't care, but if you find that I am inaccurate, TELL ME SO IN A NOTE! Not a review! So we can CONVERSE about it rather than fill up the REviews!

Now! If you ready Johnny's New Dame 1&2, then I'm going to warn you that Johnny will be portrayed a touch differently that in that series. I know it seems incosistant, but it's fun to portray different sides of a character... Like two different Dementions! Uh... Don't ask questions about Caroline just yet, because I am trying to explain everything I elude to with her. There will be nearly no fights that the OC will be involved in, because you'll soon learn. Anyways... This might be a shorter story that JND1&2, but I dunno. I'm trying to keep the minimum page-per-chapter 9 and the max 10, but we'll see.

ENJOY!!!

p.s. I apologize if Caroline comes off as Mary-Sue, but really, she isn't. She just has a knock for people thinking she is! ^^ - Scitah

Caroline frowned at her Uncle and his wife as they argued about what to do about Gary. "If they don't keep him, what the hell do they expect us to do with him?"

With an eye roll at her supposed Aunt, Caroline cleared her throat, "I don't know, perhaps be his parents for once?"

The two looked to the 17-year-old who'd been away for five whole years. "Excuse me?" her uncle asked, his voice strained not to yell at the last of his beloved Sister's legacy.

"You two have never shown him affection, just sent him to where ever would take him and stopped talking to him. And don't you dare try to bull shit your way through this one, Uncle Max. My mother explained everything to me before she died." Caroline stated sternly.

"Don't you talk about her!" Max bellowed.

"Then don't you talk about Gary like he's some damned burden to you. He's your son. Treat him like it." She then turned to leave but stopped as she grabbed her shoulder bag, "You know, sometimes it seems that I'm the only one interested in behaving like a family member in this family."

With that, she left for Bullworth Academy… Where she had new problems and new enemies… It was as if they expected her to be unstable like Gary had. Unlike him, she was loved by her mother and father before both died. If it were up to her, her parents would still be around and Max and his wicked wife wouldn't, leaving Gary to be loved and accepted and taken care of properly.

But she didn't make the rules and there was nothing she could do about the past… Only the present and future. If Gary returned, she'd see if she could give him what he'd been missing out on: Actual Caring Family.

As the driver dropped her off, she realized she desperately needed a room on campus to avoid the long drive. Readjusting her bag, she inhaled to walk forwards. "Just another day picking up pieces…"

As she was walking up to the main building she heard a wolf-whistle.

"Hey baby!" the obnoxious brown haired Greaser Leader called, "Another day at the grind stone, huh?" The other boys around him laughed at that. Johnny was in a better mood since officially dropping Lola. He now hit on all of the female students- constantly. Even the ones who hated him!

Caroline looked over and blinked, "I'm sorry, but were you speaking to me, you trash bag?" she said, the French accent making the words "Trash and "Bag sound quite elegant.

He smiled at her, totally unfazed by the insult, "Yup!" he said, "You wanna meet me at the football field and play a bit?" he asked. He threw out the worst, most unattractive pick-up lines at the girls. It was a wonder no one had hit him yet.

She didn't laugh, didn't smile, didn't change at all, just stared hard at him, "I think not. I'd rather drown in my own bile. Good day."

Johnny blinked and looked at Rick, "What's bile?"

"Hell if I know!" Ricky smiled at his boss-to which all the other boys burst out laughing and leaning on one another. They loved it when Johnny acted like this.

Caroline shook her head, "Stupid morons." She murmured softly to herself as she continued on her was. She really did not like that Vincent boy. Not at all.

"Hello!" she heard someone sing in her ear, when she turned her head, she was greeted with Pinky's obnoxious face, How've you been?" she smiled.

Caroline smiled just slightly, "Rather peculiar, but honestly, I cannot complain! How was your date last night with Derby?"

She scoffed, "Oh! Let me tell you that is the laaaast time I let him decide where we go. Want to know where he took me? Me?! To a boxing match. Ewww. I mean, sure, I like watching Bif box! Who doesn't like watching Bif box?" she waved her hands around and shrieked at certain syllables and stomped once or twice in anger.

Caroline gasped lightly, "No. He took you to watch sport? Oh you poor dear. I can't imagine how boring that must have been? Perhaps I should speak with him about dating a woman? No?" she offered. Sometimes, people would just start a conversation with her to hear her speak with her accent.

Pinky looked at her, "Oh, would you? You're so persuasive!" She smiled and hugged Caroline in a near-death grip.

Caroline patted Pinky's arm oddly, "This I know." She nodded. "And absolutely would I lend you a hand. I have other matters I need to discuss with the young Harrington regardless. So, fret not mon amie."

"Pinky smiled, "What else have you got to talk to him about?"

"Moving into the Harrington House here on campus. I am afraid that I can no longer stay with my bickering Uncle and his wife. They argue too much and over trivial matters that I care nothing for! And it is rather inconvenient to be driven from the furthest part of the Vale to the Academy." She stated professionally. The pure power Caroline held and her absolute posture and confidence could talk a lawyer out of his own underwear!

Pinky laughed, "Oh, I like the ride, usually. Unless Derby is with me, then it's horrible. He's so nosey!" She sounded disgusted, "He asks me all sorts of dumb questions. Once, he asked if I like that Vincent boy- of course I said no! I don't want Derby having a fit. But, you know, Vincent is really cute! I mean, aw!" she giggled in the most girly way possible and looked at Caroline- expecting agreement. Every girl at Bullworth adored Johnny Vincent- whether they liked it or not.

Caroline raised both brows at Pinky in question, "Truly, now?" she then hummed in thought, "He's brash, lacks eloquence, he needs clothes not from the neighbors dumpster, and a new gaggle of friends, I believe. But I'm sure there is SOMETHING worth an attraction under all that. I just have not seen it."

Sure, she was harsh in a polite way… But that's just the fluffy part of how she viewed Vincent. He was unbecoming to her. She'd yet to see what all the fuss was about. Perhaps, if he cleaned up a bit, she'd see it?

Pinky stared, "Excuse me? He's soooo cute! I mean- Bif is cute too, but Bif is so… Clean." She sighed, "I hate when men look like Derby. Blonds do nothing for me…"

Caroline chuckled, "Perhaps you should try a side fling to get this desire out of the way? See if you can get this Vincent boy? I mean, he is flirting with every female he spots and I heard he's through with that Lombardi girl…" they were now at Caroline's locker, which happened to be next to Pinky's.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll tire of Vincent and yearn for the stability Derby will offer? After all, are you not meant to marry him once you're both able? Why not get a fling in before that?"

Pinky snorted, "I am not marrying Derby. He is always late on dates." Then she sighed, "But Johnny Vincent wouldn't ever date a prep. I mean, sure, I'll try. But the most he does with me is a flip my skirt." She pouted huffily.

Caroline reached over and patted Pinky's shoulder, "Be confident, mon amie. I 'ave a feeling he likes confidence in his women. And don't let him flip your skirt so easily. Be strong."

Pinky smiled, "Okay! You're right! I can't tell daddy no to Derby if I am not confident!"

"Right! Now then. I believe it is time for class, no?" and she lead the way to English, a class the two shared together.

Galloway went on, lecturing about the intricate importance of alliteration. Pinky was drawing pictures of flowers on her notebook instead of paying attention. She didn't have to- she was rich.

Caroline paid little to no attention herself. Her mind wandered towards the subject of Johnny, Marriage, and Pinky… Then, as her eyes drifted out the window, she sighed a bit, wondering how her Cousin was? When they were little, the two were nearly inseparable. Sure, he had problems then, but he was a young kid! And Caroline was raised to be patient.

Before long, the class was over and the two girls wandered back to their lockers to drop off their books.

"That man has a serious problem…" Caroline shook her head. "America is definitely the land of Excess."

Pinky was looking at her nails, "You think they sell Aquaberry-print Nailpolish?" she asked, changing the subject to something she easily understood.

"Prints do not come as nail polish, Pinky. I'm sure we can go after classes and get our nails done." Caroline once more, shook her head at her friend.

"Ladies." Derby greeted, waltzing up to the two young ladies. "Pinky… I need a word with you."

"She'll come and find you when she has the time, Derby… but right now, she and I are a little busy. And when you're free for a moment, I've things to discuss with you myself." Caroline stated brusquely, leading Pinky away one step at a time.

Pinky was gushing over the colors she wanted to paint her nails. She hadn't batted an eye at Derby- but when they were out of sight and ear-shot, she hugged Caroline tightly, "Thank you so much!" she cried.

"Ha, for what, mon amie?" Caroline slightly smiled at Pinky.

"For blowing him off!" she scoffed.

For a moment, Caroline seemed horrified, then nodded. "Ah, yes. Well, I thought it best. Please be a little more careful with your phrases, Pinky?"

"Pinky blinked, "What?" then gasped, "Oh- you-" another wolf-whistle snapped Pinky from her rant and Caroline felt an arm slip around her shoulder. The person smelled like car oil and cigarettes, "Hey." Johnny said to her, "Wanna join me after class for a meal?"

Pinky stood stiff next to them, looking at her feet.

Caroline inhaled then coughed and turned away from him, "I think my friend here would be overly delighted to take my place later… But I have a manicure scheduled. My apologies." She lied. It was for Pinky. "Now, please give me a distance of at least 15 meters so that I might breathe once more?"

Johnny sighed and backed off, "How far is fifteen meters?" he asked.

Caroline held her breath and waved him away, "I'll tell you when to stop." And to be honest, she had no intentions of doing so.

Johnny glared, "I do not smell that badly, thank you! Is it true French women don't shave their pits?" he had the attention span of a child. One question after another until he was satisfied. He blatantly ignored Pinky who was giggling at the interaction between the two.

"For many, yes. I myself was born and raised in the states up until about 5 years ago. Now please leave." She waved him off once more.

"Johnny ignored her request, "Why ya blowin' me off?"

Once more, Caroline looked mortified, then shook her head. "I've not made plans with you, nor do I plan to, so I am not as you so blatantly put it, Blowing you off. What a vulgar phrase!" she scoffed. "Perhaps if you didn't smell like cars and cigarettes, perhaps if you weren't dirty, perhaps if you were clean and had a better charm I'd go places with you… But until then, I refuse your company."

Johnny sighed, "Jeeze, women are so evasive." He said and turned, walking away from them.

Pinky looked at her, "Can I tell you a secret?"

Caroline looked at Pinky, "Always."

"I don't know how to be confident." Pinky told her- as if she hadn't made that blatantly obvious.

Caroline blinked for a moment, "Truly?" She was a little amazed. She'd seen Pinky behave a few times without Caroline around and she exhumed a certain inner strength… But perhaps it was a mask?

Pinky stomped her foot, "Well, not around THAT jerk!"

Caroline laughed shortly, "Oh, so now he's a jerk?" she then shook her head, "Well, you must love yourself. Believe in yourself. Sometimes, it takes a good man to help you see your own personal beauty and strength."

She looked down at Caroline, "How do you know that?"

"It's the story of my mother and father. They just happened to bump into one another. He was a Sea Photographer whose boat sank and no one knew where any of the crew were or if they were alive… But one day, as my mother is walking along a private stretch of beach, she happened upon my father and she took care of him. The two were quick to fall in love and my mother changed seemingly over night. True romance and utter adoration from my father made her glow. I've seen their pictures. Their story is very romantic and if the French know anything, it's romance!" Caroline explained, allowing the passion she had to flow through her accented words.

The other girl nodded without question, "Oh! I see!" She smiled at Caroline, "You should turn that into a screenplay. It'd be a great movie!"

Caroline smiled politely. "I'll have to look into that." She then thought a moment, "Perhaps you just need a French Man? French or Italian. Both are known for being extremely romantic!"

"Johnny Vincent is Italian!" she grinned.

Caroline blinked at her friend, "I would suppose so… But he doesn't live in Italy, Pinky."

Pinky blinked, "Aren't they the same anyways?"

"No. American men are far different from Italian men, I assure you." Was Caroline's response.

She blinked, "Really? Oh, that's exciting!"

Once more Caroline shook her head at her friend. As they say; Ignorance is bliss.

The end of the school day quickly came and went and Caroline had spoken with Derby who said he'd think about it. Caroline and Pinky's plans to get their nails done was a flop so now, Caroline was simply heading back to her uncles home in the Vale.

After a little bit, she heard a bike pedaling quickly behind her, "Hey!" she heard Johnny call, "Hey, hey, girly…"

Caroline glanced back and rolled her eyes, "What now?" she growled, "Please stop the car but keep the doors locked." She told the driver who did as told.

He grinned at her, "Thanks for slowing down!"

Caroline blinked at Johnny, "What is it you want, Vincent?"

"I wanna know where you're off to." He said, "You busy?"

She sighed dramatically, "I'm headed that way." She pointed towards where the car was going, "And I believe we've had this conversation, Vincent. I'm not interested. Or are you really that dense?"

He shrugged, "Well, what's that way?"

"…" she didn't want to tell him that she lived that way because she feared he'd follow her there. "None of your business, Vincent. Now, go away. Stop following me, and stop hounding me with your silly little infatuation."

He sighed, "Yanno, you're not what I expected."

"And how is that? Did you think that because I'm a girl that I'd fall for you like everyone else? Or was it because I'm from France and you figured love was my second language?" she spat.

He laughed, "No, not really. Gary was good for a few laughs, I thought his cousin might be too. Guess not, huh? He inherited all the psycho in the family, yeah?"

Caroline blanched, "How dare you speak about Gary like that! Get away from me this instant you foolish little boy! Don't you dare speak to me again!" she turned to the driver, "Go."

The car pulled away quickly, driving too fast for Johnny to follow.

Johnny sighed and smacked his head off the handlebars. God, he could never get a break.

Caroline got out of the car with haste and went to her room to change into some shorts and a sports bra before heading into the basement to jog off her aggression.

"How dare he!" she growled, amping up the speed to a full out run.

"What's got your panties in a twist?" a familiar voice asked snydly, nearly making Caroline get thrown off her tredmill.

She stopped the machine and stared, "Gary?"

"In the flesh." He responded from his spot leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"My God! Gary! I thought they weren't to release you until next semester!" she smiled, rushing up to him and hugging him tightly. "How are you?"

He chuckled, "I am well. A little pissed, but nothing I can't handle."

She pulled back and looked at Gary, "I am so sorry I was not here for you."

"Don't be." He smirked, "But don't tell the 'rents!" he then made a motion to shush her and left the room.

"Huh!" she grinned, then shook her head and moved back to her tredmill. She wondered what'd happen when he rejoined the class? If they let him.

With a sigh, she continued jogging for a good 50 minutes, clocking quite a few miles.

Dinner was certainly interesting as the two cousins shared all the built up news from 5 years of being apart. Needless to say, Max and his wife, Dianne were extremely nervous and ate and spoke very little.

"When will you return to the Academy, Gary?" she asked at one point.

"I can't until next quarter!" he exclaimed.

"No!" she exclaimed right back. "Well, why not?"

"Law, Caroline." Max cleared his throat a bit. "The law is saying he can't go back until he proves he's changed."

"Is it not illegal to keep anyone from under 18 away from school?" she asked Max.

"That is true… But Gary's actions-"

"I don't care for the past. I understand." Caroline quickly interrupted, then returned to a conversation with Gary.

By the time she was walking through the gates of the Academy the next morning, she was a chipper little thing and sworn to not tell anyone of Gary's imminent return.

Pinky greeted her at the gates, "Hiiii!" she sang, "So, guess who talked to meee this morning?"

"It was either Derby, or Johnny." Caroline smiled, she couldn't help her genuine happiness to have her favorite family member back, that was alive.

"Both! How'd you guess?" her eyebrows rose.

"Lucky, I presume." Chuckled Caroline.

She shrugged, "Derby wants to talk to you. Johnny does too." She handed her a piece of paper.

Caroline didn't look at the paper, "Is it Johnny's number? Because if it is, you keep it. I want nothing to do with him."

"I dunno. I didn't read it." Pinky shrugged and pushed it into Caroline's hands.

Caroline blinked disbelievingly at Pinky, but opened it and looked.

'SORRY' was the first thing that popped out at her, it was in bold, sloppy black letters. And, underneath was a scrawling signature.

Caroline stiffened, "That's interesting… It would appear that I have misjudged his behaviors… Regardless!" she folded up the paper and tucked it away.

Pinky blinked, "Why's he apologizing?"

Caroline hummed into a sigh, "He followed me after school and I had Timothy, my driver pull over and Vincent said something I found utterly offensive and so, I had Timothy take me home."

She nodded, "Oh that's horrible."

"My sentiments exactly. He's more mature than I initially thought, though. He apologized. I was not expecting that." Caroline stated.

"Not expecting what?" Derby asked walking over to the two girls much like yesterday.

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