A/N: Hello all! This is my 2nd fanfic. But honestly my very first REAL one. This version is more of a romance take on a screenplay I wrote for a film project, that I am doing for school and for my own fun. It is titled "EXILED", and is basically another (yes another) film adaptation of William Golding's Lord of the Flies, with life in the military Academy included. Yes I know they didn't go to a military academy, but the 1990 version of the film is the one I grew up with, I just recently saw the 1963 version, which I loved just as much. Anyways just a shout out, if any of you fabulous readers live in Nevada, especially around the Reno-Fernley area or know anyone in this area, and want to try out for my fabulous film just PM me and I will fill you in. Appearances for the film, and this fanfic are based on the 1990 film. But please, don't expect me to pay you for being in a film, and don't expect high celebrity treatment… I'm only in High School… So… W/O further ado I present my fantabulous Roger/Jack/OC fic:
EXILED
School uniforms… Ucch, Nobody likes them. School rules, and obedience… No thank you! I'd rather slam my tongue in a car door. Physical training and boot camp. Are you kidding me? I'm already ripped, why do I need that?
Jack eyes zip across the school's handbook, a smirk stretched across his lips. Jack hasn't always been one to be obedient in school, in public high school he was at the top of the social higharchy, and crushed those who got in his way. (Physically and metaphorically) His parents were always snapping at him to get his grades up, and to stop picking on the freshmen, but come on. Who hasn't enjoyed messing with the freshmen just a little? Is it so bad?
For Jack, it was terrible, he loved seeing them squirm when he grabbed the strap on their underwear and yanked them a few feet up from the ground. Being one of the tallest in his class, standing at 6'5'' he loved to mess with the shorties. Along with his posse of other tall guys, he literally caused the entire school board to go upside down, making new rules and penalties against physical abuse. Their reign of torment went on for weeks, and there was nowhere to hide.
Until the 5th week of his junior year. He royally fucked up. When his innocent prank of dumping flour on the heads of passing students, sent a teacher to the hospital for nearly fatal asphyxiation, and injuries to her neck after his industrial sized bag of flour slipped from his grasp.
He was expelled, although his parents fought valiantly to keep him in school, the evidence of all his infractions in the past and in the week before, was enough to banish him through senior year. His parents were furious, Jack's future and career depends on his education, especially coming from a well brought up family. Out of all the males in his bloodline, he was the ONLY one who acted out, which irked him, and made him smile a bit larger everyday.
A few weeks later, Mr. Merridew, his haughty and impatient father, was refered to the Hillcrest Military Academy for Boys. From which he heard while attending his weekly socialite parties. His mother, Francine, to which she always told everyone to call her, couldn't wait another minute. While Jack was in a rather endless lurch of self loathing, his mother was flowery and giddy while she helped him pack. He could've sworn if her smile was any larger she would've wasted the money on her face lift from a week earlier.
The car ride is agonizing, sixteen hours of driving. We have so much money, but they'd prefer to drive me there rather than fly. Jack looks down from the handbook, and looks out his window at the passing landscapes, fields, trees, desert hills and sage brush. Until his eyes fall directly on a monstrous building on a hill in the distance, the surrounding town is small, each house is separated by a good two acres of land. The only business would be a general trader, a museum, a post office, and a clinic.
His gaze is locked, unmoving, even his blinking seems to stop as the detail in the surrounding fence becomes clearer. The top of the fence is lined with barbed wire, and the fence is at least seven feet up. The car makes a horrid grinding noise as his father downshifts, and hits the brakes, Jack shoots him a look of annoyance, and quickly buries his mouth in his arm to stifle his laugh. The large gate beeps and slides open along a crude track, Jack eyes the small wheels hauling the large gate.
"Would you look at that?" Jack eyes immediately go to his father, who's loud voice just broke what was left of his concentration, "It look marvelous." Mr. Merridew continues with a smug smile. Jack rolls his eyes, and stares daggers at the passing buildings, adorned with elegant brick work, and plants overfilling their beds. He knows the built in a way to hide the horrors of the boot camp out back. Probably nothing but sand and sweltering metal barracks, full of guys and reeks of sweat.
Jack cringes at the thought of living with these conditions every single day and night. He could handle it for a few hours, because of being on the football team and the locker rooms, but everyday? Disgusting.
His father stops the car at the main entrance, where General Tullius, and two other students await his arrival. The General is dressed in a straight pressed suit, which was probably crawling with itty bitty pieces of starch. The other two students, a cadet and a army nurse seem to under pressure of being in the general's presence. Jack smiles at their discomfort, maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Jack?" he father turns to him, serious. Jack looks at him, a small smile on his face, "What?" his father motions to the general with his eyes, Jack huffs out a breath of annoyance and rolls his eyes and opens the door, stepping out onto the sidewalk. The general gives him a smile and holds out his hand "Hello, I'm General Tullius, I'll be your new headmaster at Hillcrest." Jack smiles and shakes his hand firmly "Jack Merridew. Nice to meet you sir." Tullius gives him another polite smile, then turns to the students behind him.
"Escort Mr. Merridew here to his barrack while I discuss the courses with his parents." The students give a "Yes sir" and a slight nod then start to lead Jack away from the car. "Wait. What about my bags?" the two exchange a glance, "I'll get them." The nurse says with a slight smile, as he excuses himself from their presence and walks over to the trunk, which Mr. Merridew opens.
"My name's Ralph." The cadet holds his hand out, he's nearly as tall as Jack, who smiles and shakes his hand "Jack." He says a little plainly, but holds his award winning smile.
"So what's it like being in a school like this?"
"It's just like any other school I guess. Except with a longer P.E class." He smiles at Jack, who gives a small laugh.
The nurse makes his way back with the bags, about four in all, but rather large, he sets them down. "Hey, I'm Jack." He holds his hand out to the nurse, who smiles and shakes his hand "Frances."
"You're a nurse?"
"Yep, one of the very few."
"How many of you are there?"
"Three, including me, so four."
"You'd think there'd be a lot more." Frances gives him a smile, "Well not here. This is one of the few academies which offers a medics course."
"I'd hate to break up this engaging conversation but Tullius is giving us the look. So can we leave?" Ralph starts to push them a little, "Sure, just let me get my suitcase." Frances stops him before he can get it, "No, it's okay, I got it."
"You sure?"
"Positive." He gives Jack a reassuring smile and ushers him through the doors.
Inside the school is another story, it's a lot better than he thought. It's got an outdated beauty, with tiled floors, dark wood furniture with green leather upholstery and old fashioned drawn curtains. There are pillars made of shiny dark wood, as well as the support beams. The walls are an eggshell, but covered with photos of war machines, and the cadets from now and from back in the days. There are display cases with mannequins adorned in the Class A and Class B uniforms, and the many different badges in frames behind them.
Jack eyes all of the knick-knacks along the walls as they continue down the hallway, which has boring gray lockers on both sides. Frances and Ralph both glance back at Jack, who looks at all the memorabilia along the upper parts of the walls.
"Where are we going?" Jack asks, too occupied by looking at all the passing photos to even glance at them.
"To the main office to get your class schedule and your locker number." Ralph says, starting to smile at Jack's sudden amusement in the school.
They stop at the door to the main office, Frances sets the bags down for a minute, then follows Ralph inside, Jack stands outside still looking around at all various pictures he's not yet noticed.
"Jack Merridew." His name is mentioned faintly from inside the office, as they wait at the desk for a man digging through a file.
He hands them a piece of paper and they walk back out into the hall. "Here you go." Ralph hands him the paper, "Thanks" Jack eyes the paper, he spots geometry and chemistry. Great that's all I need.
Frances picks up his bags, Ralph continues down the hall, Jack and Frances right behind him. "So what classes did you get?" Ralph glances back at him.
"I have Mr. Howard for Geometry in 1st period. Mr. Jensen for English 11 in 2nd. Mr. Howard again for Advisory. Mr. Freeman for Chemistry in 3rd period. Mr. Christensen for CAD in 4th… What's CAD?" He has a look of utter confusion on his face.
"I don't know. I haven't taken it. Ask Frances, he's in it." Ralph says, reaching back for Jack's list to see where they have to go first.
"It's a computer class. We use a software called 'AUTOdesk CAD' which is used for architecture layouts and blueprinting, We sometimes have people come in and have the students design a blueprint for a construction project and they get money and a scholarship for college."
"Wicked. I love computers. Is it hard to actually use?"
"Not really. The software is easy, but there's a lot that you have to put into a design, like measurements and a butt load of other small things that can make or break your design."
"You'll help me with this right?" he looks at Frances with a hint of nervousness. "Don't worry, I've aced that class by just making it look like I was actually doing work. But I really wasn't. But I understand it a lot." Frances half smiles at Jack's expression.
(A/N: Which I, the author, actually did in my CAD class cuz it was too hard^^.)
"So Ralph, where are we going?" Jack asks, eyeing the passing classrooms with muffled lectures continuing on the other side. "First, your barrack, so you don't have to face the rush hour when everyone goes flooding in there."
"Sounds good." He says a bit more excited than he planned. They round a corner and down to an exit, pushing the doors open and are blinded by sunlight.
A/N: I apologize for my terrible ending to this chapter. But if you made it this far, YAY^^. I tried my best to write this good, because I am so used to writing things in a screenplay format, so there is not a lot of description, other than for the characters. So this was a BIG change for me. I will try to update as soon as I can. Please review! ^-^ NO FLAMES . constructive criticism please! Because I could use some formatting help for my writing and grammar. And remember folks, auditions P.S And wonderful slashiness to come, hopefully some YUMMY Roger-ness next chapter.