Recently re-purchased the game on PS4 and felt like doing a fic for it. I'm not really expecting anyone to read this since Bully is kinda old news now but if anyone does read it, a review would be greatly appreciated since I'm a review whore ;)

Sledgehammer

Chapter 1 – How do you like your eggs?

Pink.

It was shockingly pink. Pink wallpaper, pink floors, pink flowers, pink ornaments, pink bed-sheets. It was just infuriatingly girly. Even the feminine floral scent that lingered throughout the entire dorm was sickly and sweet, and Flora almost found herself feeling suffocated by the intense aroma. Still, it was definitely an upgrade from the odour that had invaded her nostrils upon first walking through the Bullworth school gates. Apparently the use of stink bombs within the school grounds, though against the rules, was quite common. In fact, it seemed that the use of prank-centred products was a regular thing amongst Bullworth students, which of course had immediately caused alarm bells to sound within the raven-haired girls mind. She'd barely been at this school for an hour and she could already tell that finding any peace and quiet within the vicinity would be extremely hard to come by. Not only that, but as Flora had made her way back from the principal's office after a long lecture on school rules and also her appearance (apparently having the ends of your hair dip-dyed white was not acceptable according to Dr. Crabblesnitch, not that Flora was about to change that), the staff and prefects of the school seemed to pay no heed to the bullying and chaos that seemed to descend on the school grounds. Foul language, stink bombs, bullying and theft of school supplies apparently required no punishment.

Flora heaved a sigh as she wondered what kind of school she had been enrolled into by her parents. They believed that boarding school would help her become more independent and also allow her a little bit of extra freedom. That, and the enrolment fee was fairly low in comparison to other boarding schools. However, as she sat in her hideously pink dorm room, though initially she had been excited about starting a new school, she was failing to find any positive factors about her new surroundings. It was only when she noticed that she had an hour left before her first ever class (she couldn't believe they were actually making her attend classes so soon after her arrival) that she realised she'd better change into her uniform and perhaps make a start on unpacking her belongings. The uniform itself wasn't so bad. Flora had been given a high waisted green-tartan skirt, and a regular white Bullworth school shirt and tie, which of course she had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows to free her hands more. In an attempt to cover her legs from the bitter autumn air she'd decided to don a pair of over-the-knee white socks. Though an old-fashioned uniform, she supposed it could have been worse. She busied herself by beginning to hang her regular clothes up in the wardrobe.

"Wow! Y'know, for poor people clothes these are actually kinda cute,"

This sentence was followed by a loud shriek escaping Flora's lips as she spun around quickly, startled by the sudden company. Stood rooting through her suitcase was a tall, elegant girl, dressed in a rather fancy, blue uniform. Much more expensive than the one Flora was wearing. She blinked at the intruder, not sure if she was more surprised at the brunette's sudden appearance or at the fact that she'd openly referred to her as poor without a second thought.

"D-did you just call me poor?"

"Oh, sorry, was that rude? Daddy tells me I should really think before I speak," The girl stated, sounding perfectly cheerful, as though this was a completely normal way to start a conversation with a stranger, "Anyways, I'm Pinky. My rooms just next door, I thought I'd come take a peek at the newbie. I'd shake your hand but I've actually just washed mine...but it's nice to meet you!' She finished by sending Flora a wide smile, seemingly not realising how insulting her words were. Lucky for her, however, Flora was rather chill.

"...Right...okay...I'm Flora, it's nice to meet you too, I suppose," Flora replied, muttering the last two words so that they would go unnoticed. In all honesty she was too afraid to say much else in case she received more backhanded compliments from the apparent daddy's girl. "So is everyone here like you or..?"

Pinky laughed and shook her head, "Oh, no, don't worry! There are plenty of lower-class students around here who are more suited to your social standing. Ooh, how about I introduce you to a few of th- Oh my gosh, is that Aquaberry!?" Flora accidentally let out an exasperated groan at Pinky's statement upon noticing yet another fancy-uniform wearing girl enter the room. The light-honey brown haired girl donned a uniform consisting of a high-waisted blue skirt, which Flora presumed was this 'Aquaberry' thing, a white school shirt with a loose, hanging blue bow tie, frilly white ankle socks and a pair of light brown Mary Janes.

The girl nodded, a shy grin appearing on her face, allowing a pair of baby-pink braces to flash and reflect the daylight shining through the dorm window.

"Oh my gosh it's so cute! Finally another rich girl for me to hang with," Pinky stated, beaming at the girl who still stood fixated in the doorway. "You have to come see my Aquaberry collection sometime it's to die f-"

"Please say you're normal." Flora pleaded to the girl, drowning out the noise of Pinky describing in great detail the Aquaberry products she had and how much her daddy had paid for each item. "My social status has already faced enough abuse today, I don't know how much more I can take!" She grasped onto the newcomers shoulders, almost shaking her in the process. Thankfully, the girl merely giggled.

"I take it you're my new roommate then? I'm Rosalie," She had a soft, girlish voice, with a barely audible lisp from the braces on her teeth.

"Okay that's too long, I'm gonna just call you Rose. I'm Flora, and I swear to God if one more person calls me poor I'm gonna have to resort to finding a sugar daddy," Flora cast an over-dramatic pained look towards Pinky, who was still apparently waffling on about Aquaberry and how it was the new big thing this year.

"Ooh actually I have a cousin who might be up for that, he's rich...and single," Rose stated, appearing to look less and less like a frightened bunny as she realised her roommate seemed just as hopelessly lost in this hellhole as she did. It calmed her to know she wasn't the only newcomer, and that this Flora girl was in the exact same boat as herself.

The two were suddenly bombarded again by an overly-cheerful Pinky, who had apparently had another bright revelation, "You two just have to join the cheer squad! There's only three of us at the minute! Ooh and-"

"Y-yeah, cheerleading isn't really my thing," Rose shook her head looking extremely uncertain, "The only kind of dance I can do is dad-dancing and somehow I doubt that'll get me on the squad," She began to play with the hem of her skirt to avoid the scrutinising gazes of the two girls in front of her. Pinky raised an eyebrow judgingly.

"Show us," Flora stated crossing her arms, ignoring the spluttering protests of the shy girl stood in front of her.

"W-what? N-no you guys don't need to see this..." Rose trailed off at the persistent glares coming from her two acquaintances. There was no way she would willingly make a fool out of herself this early on, although something told her that these girls would not give up until she gave them some sort of demonstration. She let out a defeated sigh, before mumbling out a reluctant sounding "Fine...". She shuffled awkwardly, feeling incredibly flustered at the request. Rose quickly bowed her head slightly, bringing the pit of her elbow to her face, and she extended her other arm in the same direction, "Dab."

Silence.

That was what her dance move was met with. Complete and utter silence.

Pinky was the first to react, shooting an awkward look at Flora, who merely stood staring at the mortified girl in front of her, one eye narrowed and her mouth hanging open as she stared at Rose in pure confusion.

"D...Did you just dab?" Flora asked, blinking as Rose nodded and let out an awkward giggle. Flora blinked, looking at Pinky for some sort of reassurance, though she found none, "Y-yeah...maybe cheerleading really isn't your thing...I'm totally up for it though," She stated, quickly deciding to steal the attention away from Rose in order to avoid anymore awkwardness for the poor girl. She had warned them, after all, of her lack of dancing skills.

"Cool! I'll let Mandy know when I see her," Pinky replied, looking rather relieved at the change of subject. She turned her attention to Rose, who still had a light blush covering her cheeks, "As for you, how about I show you around Harrington House? I'm sure it's something someone of your standing would appreciate!" Rose merely nodded in reply, allowing the preppie girl to basically drag her from the room, although not before shouting a quick 'See you later!' to Flora, who stood rooted on the spot. 'Do Bullworth have some kind of rich-kid club?' the black haired girl asked herself internally. She didn't have much time to dwell on this thought, because almost as soon as the two preppie girls had left the room did someone else enter.

"H-hello," A skinny, wispy looking girl stood just in the door way, her mouth adorned by rather large and painful looking cold sores. "A-are you Flora? Mrs Peabody's asked me to show you to your classes...I'm Beatrice" She looked rather scared, as though she expected Flora to laugh at her or something of the sort, and judging by the behaviour Flora had witnessed from some of the male students on her journey to the principal's office, she wasn't very surprised.

Bullworth most definitely did not seem like your average school.

It hadn't taken long for Flora to get Beatrice to loosen up and relax around her, and throughout the whole of English, Beatrice had been a great guide, providing plentiful information on the various cliques of the school , who lead which clique, which students were approachable and friendly, and which students were likely to punch you in the face. All of this chattering had somehow gone unnoticed by the friendly but slightly intoxicated English teacher, who had been taking a great number of swigs from his 'tea' throughout the duration of the lesson.

"Y'know, Bea, I'm starting to suspect that he's not drinking tea at all," Flora stated sarcastically, which apparently went unnoticed by Beatrice who's eyes widened as she began to speak in a dramatically hushed tone.

"You're right it's not! I heard he's actually an alcoholic. Mr Hattrick's been trying to get him fired for ages," Beatrice whispered, looking rather scandalised. Flora pretended to act shocked by this news, not having the heart to tell Beatrice that she was being sarcastic and that the strong smell of vodka in the classroom had been a dead giveaway of Mr Galloway's unhealthy habit. "Speaking of drinks, how would you like to come hang with me and some friends at DW? It's nice to get away from the school and the prefects every now and then," Beatrice stated, looking rather hopeful. Flora blinked in surprise. She was pretty sure Beatrice, the girl whom she'd perceived as a goody-two-shoes had just invited her for an alcohol-drinking session at some super-secret sounding location. Not that she was about to decline the invitation of course, Flora was never one to turn down a few rounds of alcohol, and it also sounded like a perfect opportunity to make a bunch of new friends. In a place such as Bullworth, it was obvious that friends were a must.

"Sure, I could do with a drink!"

Apparently, when Beatrice had made the offer of supplying Flora with a few drinks at 'DW', she had actually meant soda, not alcohol. Not only that, it turned out that DW actually stood for Dragon Wings, which was a shabby comic book store located within Bullworth town, and was the main hangout for all the local nerds. It was within the stores damp and grungy basement where Flora found herself, sat at a round table occupied by a rather extravagant role-playing board game, and equally extravagant nerds, dressed in strange costumes. Somehow, she had been convinced into wearing a shimmery green cape and matching wizard's hat, which is apparently what her character, Faragorn the Fabulous would have worn. Too polite to leave so soon, she found herself agreeing to play this 'Grottos and Gremlins' game with these poor nerdy souls, listening to Algie speak in a high-squeaky voice as he took on the role of the seductive Elven princess.

It wasn't until a few hours later that she'd finally had enough, after being sneezed on numerous times by an allergy-ridden Bucky, who apparently didn't know how to cover his mouth when doing so. Wiping debris of mucus from her cheek for what felt like the billionth time, Flora finally decided that enough was enough, and bid the nerds goodnight, granting them false promises of coming back soon to continue the role of Faragorn the Fabulous since she'd apparently did such a splendid job of it.

"Fuck," Flora muttered as she finally stepped outside, realising how late it actually was. The autumn sky was now a dark grey, and the sun's rays finally began to succumb to the oncoming darkness and clusters of thick, gloomy clouds. A bitter breeze ran through the air, and Flora immediately regretted not bringing a jacket with her. She vowed never again to allow Beatrice to take her some place to 'hang'. Although the nerds were sweet in their own way, Grottos and Gremlins was definitely not her thing, nor was sitting in a damp, dark room that smelled slightly of urine, though she suspected that was mainly due to poor Algie.

As the sharp wind increased, Flora cursed as her skirt flew up slightly, instantly holding it down in order to preserve some of her dignity, which was already feeling pretty battered from being forced into a shimmery wizards outfit. The sounds of wolf-whistles rang through the air as she glanced over her shoulder, noticing two rough-looking young boys around her own age, standing in a nearby alley, eyeing her eagerly. She merely rolled her eyes muttering a sarcastic, "So mature," to herself as she hurried down the street, well aware that the two boys had now began to follow a few yards behind her. Maybe she should've just stuck around with the nerds until Beatrice was ready to leave? Flora wondered if she should maybe head back into the store and wait for the nerd girl, however, considering these two men appeared to be following her, she realised attempting to turn back would be stupid. She wanted to keep as much distance between herself and these boys as possible.

At this thought, she began to quicken her pace. If she could just get to the bridge she could probably make a run for it, after all, the school wasn't far from her current location. It would only take her around ten minutes to get back.

Unfortunately, Flora's plans to make it back to the school as quickly as possible were foiled as she rounded the corner, immediately colliding into someone's chest. She would have fallen too, if it weren't for this unknown person grabbing her arm in an attempt to keep her upright.

"Hey! Watch it!" Came a rather strong, masculine voice. Flora squeaked out a quick apology, glancing over her shoulder to see the two rough boys from before attempting to act nonchalant, by leaning against a nearby building, though their eyes still lingered in her direction. "What, these scumbags givin' you trouble?" The boy, who still had a steady grip on her arm, asked, clearly taking note of the scared expression on her face. Flora turned to him and nodded. Brown hair, brown eyes, a stud in one ear, and an amazingly sexy jaw-line. Though Flora couldn't focus on this for too long, as under his leather jacket, the boy was wearing a Bullworth uniform. Flora instantly felt relief wash over her. Though he looked like a rather intimidating boy, surely he wasn't about to let a fellow student be ravaged by these rough-looking goons.

"I-I think they might be following me," Flora stated uneasily, as she turned to glance at the boys again, noting the apprehensive looks on their faces. Apparently the boy in front of her was someone to be feared judging by their nervous expressions. He nodded in reply to her statement, before letting go of her arm and taking a few steps towards the stalkers. They had now stopped trying to act casual and were standing upright and tensed.

"You washed out rejects had better get outta' here before I kick your ass! Go on! Scram!" Flora's saviour barked, the hint of a threat laced behind his heated tone. For a moment, Flora believed that he'd made the situation worse. How on earth was he going to take on these two guys if they decided to take up his challenge of a fight? He was outnumbered, and Flora was definitely no fighter. Maybe she could run for help?

To her upmost surprise and relief, thankfully the act of searching for help was not needed, as the sketchy teenagers reluctantly began to saunter off, throwing glares of antipathy over their shoulders at Flora and the unknown boy, no doubt muttering out curses and insults in their retreat.

"Oh, thank fuck for that," Flora finally felt her anxiety ebbing away. She relaxed her tense stance, slumping her shoulders and resting a hand over her heart, feeling the pace of her heart beat lessen slightly. For a moment she thought she was going to be on the receiving end of a beating, or maybe something worse. She was never going to leave the school on her own again.

"You alright, kid?" The boy asked, turning back to Flora, looking slightly concerned. She nodded in reply, her eyes still closed as she attempted to further steady her breathing and heart rate. "What you doin' hangin' round here on your own anyways?" He took a few steps closer.

"I was on my way back to the school. I got stuck playing Grottos and Gremlins with them nerds, I only just escaped and now this," She shook her head in disbelief. If her first day at Bullworth was anything to go by she could tell that this school and town were anything but quiet and uneventful. "Seriously, if a nerd ever offers you a drink, run," The boy merely let out a low chuckle in reply.

"What's your name, anyways? How come I ain't seen you 'round before?"

"Probably because it's my first day here. I'm Flora," Flora replied. The boy nodded, pausing for a second as he studied her.

"How 'bout I walk you back. Don't want those scumbags turnin' up again. I'm Johnny by the way, Johnny Vincent," He took a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, shuffling one out of the packaging before placing it between his lips and pulling a lighter out. He lit the cig, before turning his attention back to Flora. "You want one?" He offered. Flora quickly shook her head. She didn't smoke. Never had, never would. Not that she was about to shame this boy for his habits, of course.

"C'mon then, let's get you back," He continued, beginning to head towards the bridge. Flora fell into step beside the tall boy, sneakily taking note of how handsome he actually was. "So, how you findin' it here?" He asked, which Flora was thankful for. The last thing she wanted was to have an awkward silence lingering between the two.

"Shit," She answered honestly, "I've spent the majority of the day wearing a stupid wizard's outfit and being referred to as Faragorn the Fabulous," Again Johnny chuckled lowly, taking a quick drag on his cig.

"How'd a girl like you get stuck with a bunch of nerds anyways?"

"Beatrice offered me some to hang and get drinks. I thought she meant actual drinks but instead she just gave me some soda," Flora explained, as the bridge came into view. Again she had to clutch the hem of her skirt to refrain it from blowing up in the autumn gale.

"Well, if it's alcohol you're after, you ain't gonna get any from those guys. You should come on down to the Tenements sometime, my boys could set you up," Johnny stated. Flora glanced at him from the corner of her eye, suddenly realising who he was. Beatrice had informed her of all the cliques and their leaders, and although she had forgotten the exact names Beatrice had mentioned, she was willing to bet that this guy was actually the leader of the 'Greasers'. It made sense.

"I'll keep that in mind. Something tells me I'll be needing to drink my feelings away thanks to this place," Flora replied, her eyes locked firmly on the ground in front of her now. They had finally begun to cross the bridge.

"C'mon, it ain't that bad. You'll get used to the place eventually," Johnny took another drag on his cigarette.

"So have you lived here your entire life or...?" Flora inquired, finding herself feeling oddly curious about the handsome boy beside her. There was just something about him that immediately piqued her interest. She didn't know what it was, but Flora found herself intrigued by the Greaser king.

"Yeah, I think the majority of the students come from Bullworth, there ain't many newbie's like you," Johnny answered, shoving his hands into his pockets. He glanced down at Flora, a small, friendly smile on his face. "It's kinda nice to have a fresh face 'round here," At this, Flora couldn't help but blush lightly. The words, though they meant nothing, had a strange effect on her, and as the school gates finally came into view she found herself feeling extremely disappointed that her time spent talking to the Greaser was coming to an end.

Johnny stopped a little way from the gates, turning to face the raven-haired girl. "I trust you can find your way to your dorm from here, huh?" He asked, as his mouth stretched into a cheeky grin. Flora nodded, smiling up at him.

"Thank you for walking me back," She felt strangely shy at this point, and shuffled her feet about awkwardly, unable to look him in the eyes.

"No worries. Just try and stay out of trouble from now on," Again he grinned, before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and throwing it to the ground, smothering the cylindrical roll with the bottom of his shoe. "I'll see you around, kid," He began to turn around, much to Flora's confusion. It was about an hour until curfew, surely he should be heading to his dorm now?

"B-but it's almost curfew? Shouldn't you be-"

"Nah, I don't stay in the dorms much. Me and my boys have a place sorted out in New Coventry," Johnny explained, shoving his hands back in his pockets as the wind began to pick up. "Later," And with that he was off, sauntering back in the direction he and Flora had just came from.

Flora stared after his retreating figure, unable to quench the curiosity she held for the boy. She'd never met anyone quite like him, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was that intrigued her so much. Sure, he was handsome, but there were plenty of good-looking guys around, none of whom had interested Flora to this level.

Casting one last glance at the Greaser King, Flora decided that it was finally time to head for the dorm, with thoughts of a hot shower and warm, cosy bed-sheets weaving their way into her mind, as the bitter wind continued to rage on, the cold air nipping at her skin.

Rosalie had never felt more out of place. After spending the day being introduced to the various rich kids of Harrington House, and receiving a number of backhanded compliments from said rich kids, she felt rather drained and exhausted. However, the unfamiliarity of her new dorm room prevented her from being able to sleep off her social exhaustion. It was most definitely past curfew by now, and the only noises that her ears could detect were the soft snores of her roommate, Flora, the not-so soft snores of Eunice Pound who occupied one of the rooms located on the floor below, and the excruciatingly aggravating sound of someone throwing eggs at the front of the dorm. Rose could only hope that the culprit would be caught by a prefect soon, as with each 'splat' she could feel her irritation increasing.

She rolled over onto her side, her mind returning to the various conversations and situations she'd been subjected to throughout the day. So far, the only friends she had made were Pinky and Flora. Though the Preppies Pinky had introduced her to at Harrington House had been accommodating, it was quite clear they only cared about one thing. Money. Tad and Justin had practically interrogated Rose on her family background, social status and wealth, whereas Gord had appeared extremely sceptical in regards to Rose's Aquaberry clothing, near enough demanding to know when she'd bought her Aquaberry products, before bragging about how impressive his own collection of clothes was in comparison. She hoped that she wasn't going to be trapped within the Preppie clique for her entire stay at Bullworth, it was tiring. The Preps seemed incredibly narrow-minded and almost obsessed with being better than everyone else. Truth be told, Rose wasn't quite sure she wanted to be friends with them. Pinky appeared to be the only relatively nice one out of the bunch, though even she had a tendency to look down her nose at people. Rose vowed to herself that tomorrow would be a fresh start, and that she would try her hardest to make friends with more 'normal' people. People who wouldn't base their friendship on her daddy's pay check.

Rose rolled over onto her back, closing her eyes tightly as she attempted to banish all the thoughts that currently inhabited her brain. She knew that if she didn't succumb to sleep soon that she would indeed suffer tomorrow. She found that without a strong eight hours of sleep she could barely function. However, the miscreant outside was still throwing eggs at the exterior of the dorm, and Rose couldn't help but wonder how many eggs one person could carry. Surely they should have run out by now? She sighed in exasperation as she dragged herself out of the snug sanctuary of bed-sheets, muttering to herself angrily as she padded over to the window. She had barely even moved the curtains an inch when a small object suddenly came flying at the window out of the darkness, white and yellow runny liquid splattering against the glass pane. She squeaked in fright at the sudden occurrence, quickly glancing over to her roommate to ensure that her sudden outburst hadn't woke the girl up. Flora merely snorted in her sleep, before falling silent.

"That is it!" Rose hissed to herself, glaring out the window one last time. If the prefects weren't going to sort this out, then clearly she was going to have to deal with the scoundrel herself. She didn't have time to rationalise or think this through clearly, as before she knew it her feet were carrying her down the dorm halls and towards the stairs. She didn't care who it was throwing eggs at the dorm or why they were doing it, she just wanted some peace and quiet. It was hard enough trying to sleep with millions of thoughts zooming round her mind, but the constant smashing of eggs against the dorm made the feat near enough impossible. Rose had had enough. She stormed through the dorms main entrance, instantly regretting not putting on a pair of shoes as her feet made contact with the ice cold concrete.

"Do you mind!?" She yelled, not caring who heard, "Some of us are trying to sl-"

'SPLAT'

Rose was suddenly extremely aware of a cold, watery substance dripping from her hair, slowly oozing its way down her forehead. She was also conscious of the fact that she had somehow fallen to the ground. The top of her head felt soaked, and there was a dull throbbing emitting from the top of her skull. Slowly, she brought a hand up, scooping a small amount of the gooey fluid onto the tip of her finger. Eggs.

As she began to fully comprehend the situation, her eyes began to fill up with tears. Not only was her hair thick of egg, but she was pretty sure a lump was actually forming on her skull from where the egg had made contact. Who knew being egged could be so painful? Carefully, the brunette sat up, choking back a sob as small pieces of egg-shell debris fell from her head.

"Fuck! N-no, no! Don't cry, I'm sorry!" She heard a nearby male voice say, followed by the sound of someone hurrying over. Their words of course fell upon deaf ears, as Rose began to sob harder, covering the lower half of face in an attempt to muffle the sound. "Ssh! C'mon, man, stop being such a wimp! You tryna' get me busted or something?" The voice asked again.

Through her tears, Rose could make out a dark brown hair styled into a pompadour, and a brown leather jacket, the rest was just a blur. A messy, tearful blur. His lack of sympathy, whoever this boy was, was of course no help. If anything it made her cry even harder, as the humiliation of the situation finally set in.

"What's the matter with you, man? I already said sorr-"

"You! What do you think you're doing!?"

Rose glanced up quickly as a second voice joined the fray. She could just about see a prefect standing in the archway of the Girls dorm, a flashlight in one hand. Like all prefects, he had an expression on his face that suggested a bad smell was present. Or maybe it was just the eggs? The Greaser boy in front of her cursed. Casting one last glance at Rose he bolted, the prefect hot on his heels, leaving Rose to dwell in her newfound humiliation and misery.