Disclaimer: I don't own Bully; it is owned by the geniuses at Rockstar. I wish I did though, 'cause I would definitely make a sequel.

Bullworth Academy; an idealistic and pristine boarding school set against the gorgeous backdrop of a coastal New England town. Highly qualified staff and well-educated, successful students. Among the top ten private schools in the country.

At least that's what the brochure said when Mandy Wiles' parents first brought it home for her when she was thirteen.

"Amanda, your father and I have decided it would be best for you to…due to your academic standings..." her mother began cautiously.

"We're sending you to Bullworth Academy, a boarding school," her father had said.

Mandy had been so shocked she didn't even know how to react. So she had run into a little trouble at school…didn't everyone? Sure, she failed a few classes, gotten a few detentions…a week. Like, whatever. It wasn't her fault she was above the idiots that went to her school. People just didn't get her sense of humor, they said she was 'mean'. Well, screw them all, she was going to be a model when she got older. She didn't need good grades for that. Or real friends.

But…boarding school? Um, seriously? Was this some kind of cruel joke?

Her parents had practically thrown her out the car door as they pulled up to the wrought-iron gates of Bullworth Academy. "Have a good term, sweetie!" they said, as if what they were doing wasn't totally like, child abuse.

So there she sat, two years later, in her small pink dorm room that she shared with Christy Martin, the ditzy school gossip. She was reading TeenPeople while listening to her new blue ipod her parents had sent her for her birthday.

"…did you hear what I said, Mandy?"

Mandy's head snapped up from her magazine and she paused the song she was listening to. Christy was such an annoying bitch, but she was a good cheerleader and she was pretty. Mandy liked having pretty friends to make herself feel better, so she kept Christy around.

"What?" Mandy snapped.

"I said have you seen that new guy? Jimmy Hopkins?"

The name sounded vaguely familiar; she was pretty sure he was in her art class. He was a tough guy, with an 'I'm-a-bad-ass' attitude. Loser.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Do you think he's cute?"

"He's short and bald," Mandy answered with a tone of finality.

"I think he's cute," said Christy with a smirk. Mandy was getting irritated. "So date him then," she snapped.

"What's your problem?" asked Christy. She was slow, but she could sense when Mandy was pissed off at her.

Her problem? Where should she start? Her problem was that she hadn't talked to Ted all week. Her problem was that she was failing English. Her problem was that she had to be at cheerleading in half an hour and hadn't even made herself throw up today.

"Nothing Christy, don't worry about it," was all she chose to say. She heard her hot pink LG Voyager vibrate on her nightstand. 'Please be Ted,' she silently begged.

To her disappointment, it was her friend Pinky Gauthier.

'come over 2 Harrington 2nite. Tad wants 2 c u'

Mandy rolled her eyes. Frigging Tad Spencer had been practically stalking her for the last two weeks after she hooked up with him at Pinky's Sweet 16. Sure, he was totally dreamy and rich, but she was pretty sure his mom was also legally his aunt or something to that effect. Not to mention, he had webbed toes on one foot, which she found out while hooking up with him.

Nothing to turn you all the way off like finding a physical deformity during sex.

'K. see u at practice' she texted back quickly.

"I'm going to the locker room, Christy. You coming?"

Christy nodded eagerly, following her out of the dorm and to the gym. When Mandy stepped inside the gym, the familiar smell of sweat and chlorine filled her nostrils. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her boyfriend Ted Thompson and Damon West coming in from practice.

She secretly suspected Ted knew about Mandy and Tad, which was why he avoided her all week. Whatever, its not like he wasn't scoring as much off the field as he was on it.

"Ted!" she called out in spite of herself. He turned around and a smile broke out on his face. "Hey, baby," he said, walking over to her. "Where've you been hiding?" he asked.

"You haven't called me all week," she whined. Ted rolled his eyes. "Been busy, you know? Coach has been totally on my ass all week. I'm not starting QB for nothing. Yo, Damon, wait up dude," he said, starting to walk away. Mandy grabbed his arm. "Are you like, mad at me? You can't be mad at me…right?" she asked, suddenly paranoid.

He quickly kissed her forehead. "No, I'm not mad at you babe, I gotta go," he said, leaving her standing there alone. Mandy quickly looked around. No one could see her standing there alone, looking all pathetic and dependent on a man. 'Yeah right, like that'll ever happen,'

She trudged down to the locker room where the girls were already changed and waiting for their beloved captain, looking at her expectantly.

'Aw, they're so lost without me, stupid bitches,' she thought fondly. "All right girls, go out there and warm up. I'll be right out," she ordered.

They filed out of the locker room. Mandy went to her locker, painted pink with hearts, and got changed. She went out into the gym, intending to put on a show for Ted as he was leaving.

"Okay girls, get in formation," she commanded. Pinky appeared immediately at her right, Christy on her left, and Angie next to Christy.

"Ready? Okay! Bullworth Bullhorns are the best, we are better than the rest, if you—"

Thwack!

Mandy turned to see Angie on the floor. "Ow," she groaned, getting back up. Mandy rolled her eyes.

"Get back up, Ng, what are people gonna say if you do that in a game?" she asked. She was clearly not in the mood for the squad to suck today. She turned to Christy and Pinky.

"Pink, get your arms up higher! Christy, would it like, kill you to actually cheer? This IS cheerleading. And you all wonder why I'm captain and you're not? Okay, from the top…and 5,6,7,8!"

Just then, Constantinos Brakus came out from the locker room in his stupid ass Bull mascot uniform

"Oh my god," Pinky squealed. "Do the Cow Dance, please, please, please?" she begged.

Christy and Angie followed suit. Mandy slapped a hand to her forehead. She knew Constantinos had a major thing for Pinky, despite the fact that she didn't even know he existed, much less the fact that he was the mascot. So of course, Constantinos did his stupid little Cow Dance to impress her.

"Bullworth Bulls! Yeah Bullworth, go Bullworth!" he said, doing some spiffy moves that cows apparently did. Mandy felt like killing herself.

"WATCH OUT!" came a yell from across the gym. A group of kids were playing dodgeball, and the ball happened to be flying in the direction of Constantinos. It beamed him off the head, knocking him over into the nearest trash can.

All of the football players who were still leaving the locker room doubled over laughing, and even Mandy sniggered.

"Oh no!" said Angie. She hurried over to him, followed by Pinky and Christy.

"Poor little guy, are you okay?" asked Angie. Christy and Pinky looked sympathetic; they were quite taken with the big red cow.

"Oh Jesus," Mandy mumbled to herself, shaking her head.

"Oh great, I probably just lost about 200 brain cells, buttwipe!" she heard Constantinos complain loudly from the trashcan.

She had to get out of there, ASAP. She threw her pom-poms on the ground and marched out of the gym in a huff. God help whoever got in her way.

Someone did in fact get in her way; an unfortunate boy entering the gym. She noted that he was a few inches shorter than her, with a shaved head. She knew it was that Hopkins kid everyone had been shitting their pants over for the past week.

"Watch it, dorkwad," she snapped, pushing past him. "Bitch," he muttered under his breath. Normally, she'd kick him in the balls, but in her current mental state she just brushed on by him.

When she got back to the dorm, she was met with the ugly face of Beatrice, the girl she loved to torment. Beating on her usually cheered Mandy up, and tonight was no exception.

"Hey there, metal mouth," she began in a faux friendly voice. Beatrice looked up from her homework. "What do you want Mandy?" she asked, sounding a lot braver than she felt.

"Just want to know why you're such an unfortunate loser. Is it genetic?" she asked.

"Just leave me alone, Mandy, I'm serious, I'll—"

"You'll what, braceface? Bore me to death? You already are," said Mandy, shoving her as she walked to the bathroom.

In the shower, she let the hot water wash away all her troubles of the day. She just wanted to erase it from her mind and crawl into her nice, warm, comfortable (well, by Bullworth standards) bed.

Fresh, clean, and nice smelling, she climbed into bed. She had no intentions of going to Harrington tonight, and was just about to text Pinky when her phone buzzed. Her heart raced as the name 'Ted' appeared on the screen.

"Hi baby," she said, smiling into the phone.

"Hey beautiful, I'm sorry about today, I'm just kinda stressed with football and stuff, you know? I've been getting a lot of calls from scouts saying they wanna see me play and—"

Mandy tried not to sigh in frustration. It was all about football with him. Why couldn't they just talk about her? She was much more interesting than some stupid sport where a bunch of meatheads beat each other up over a ball.

LAME.

"It's cool, Ted, don't even stress over it," she cut him off. "Look, I'm so wiped, I need beauty sleep, I'll talk to you tomorrow," she said, eager to go to bed.

"Oh…that's cool, I should too…I gotta be up at 5 for morning prac-"

"Okay, bye!" Mandy said cheerfully, snapping her phone shut and tossing it on her nightstand. She didn't even bother texting Pinky. She didn't care about Tad…or Ted, at the moment. She flopped back onto her pillow and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take her.

She heard Christy come in, shuffling around as she got into her PJ's. Mandy pretended to sleep; a conversation with Christy was not on her agenda.

After a while, she could hear Christy's soft snoring, eventually putting her to sleep.

She had this totally awful dream where she was forced to marry Tad Spencer at his father's shipping warehouse in front of the entire school. Pinky was the minister, and Ted, instead of gallantly coming to her rescue, sat in the back making out with his football.

Mandy's eyes shot open, and she was vaguely aware of Christy shaking her gently. "Mand, come on, you're gonna be late," she said. Mandy chanced a glance at the clock.

The big green numbers read 9:15.

She groaned, slowly getting out of bed. "Thanks Christy," she said, acknowledging the red head.

"I'll wait for you," Christy offered. "We have English first."

'Agh, fuck my life,'

Mandy threw her hair back into the usual ponytail and got into her uniform. She only put on mascara and lip gloss due to the time crunch, and her and Christy high-tailed it to the main building. Thumbs up for doing sprints at practice, right?

The duo made it into the classroom at exactly 9:30, right as the bell rang. Galloway was a pretty chill guy (likely due to his drinking), and didn't say anything to them other than "new seats today, girls".

He pointed Christy to her seat. Mandy hoped she would be next to her, but Galloway pointed her to the very back of the room, in the very last seat. The Isolation Desk.

'Christ, they're gonna have to pump oxygen to me,'

She was so tired she didn't even look to see who she was sitting around; something she usually did right away. It wasn't until five minutes into class that she was even aware someone was sitting next to her.

"Hey, princess, you got a pen?" a smooth voice drawled from her right.

She turned to address whichever loser had the balls to ask her for a pen, and was met with the scarred face of Bullworth's resident psychopath, Gary Smith.

A/N: Hopefully this is somewhat decent so far. Mandy is my favorite character for some reason, and I've had the idea for this story bouncing around in my head since I first got the game. As far as the pairing goes…well, you'll just have to wait and see! I love building suspense (: Reviews are lovely!