Chapter 1

Rich burst into the boys dorm, a wide grin stretched across his face. As he pranced inside, the other boys stood still, disturbed at the sight. Such happiness was never seen before. Rich gave the others no attention as he walked down the hallway, entering his room, and flopping his suitcase on his naked matress. He was told that he was going to have to wear a uniform months ago, but he still brought some casual clothes with him, just in case. They were nothing like the suit he wore; they were normal t-shirts, jackets, and jeans.

After stuffing his things into variouse drawers, he sat on his bed, sighing with content. He didn't mind being home schooled, but this was much more exciting. He couldn't wait to sit at a desk, and have a person he's never met before teach him things he may, or may not need in the future. It absolutely THRILLED him. Bouncing off the bed, he turned, and saw a small darker skinned boy standing in the doorway.

"Hi, I'm Pete Kowalski!" the boy smiled. Rich didn't answer- he was too busy looking at the boys pink shirt, his some-what tight tan slackes, and little hight. "Uh..." Petey said with confusion laced in his voice, "Hello? You alright...?"

Rich snapped out of his creepy staring contest with Pete's body, and responded with a friendly smile, "Oh, I'm sorry. Nice to meet you Pete. I'm Richard Seymour, but you can call me Rich." Walking over his little visitor, he held out his hand, waiting for the other to take it. Pete immediately held onto it, and shook it, happy that this new kid was polite, and friendly. After the handshake was over, and hands returned to his strong hips, Rich said, "So, your my roommate, huh?"

Pete grimaced, "Actually, a guy named Derby told me to give you this note." Reaching into his back pocket, and pulling a folded sheet of paper out, he gave it to Rich.

Confused onto how, or why someone would already be giving him notes, he quickly unfolded it, and began reading:

Dear Richard Seymour,

We are very happy to hear that the new student that has come to Bullworth that is of superior background, and has a brother that is the respected prefect Edward, and we invite you to stay with us, in our own personal dormitory. It is directly behind the school, and it is across from the filthy Auto-shop area. It is called the Harrington House. I hope to see you soon.

-Derby Harrington

P.S.: I do hope you plan on shopping soon, because we do not tolerate the look of the schools god-awful vests. I suggest a very exquisite store called Aquaberry. There sweatervests are all the rage.

-Gord Vendome

"Oh." Rich grounded out. "I guess... I'll go there, then..." His eyes lifted from the sheet, and collided with Petey's. Grinning, "This place is kind of a dump anyway." Chuckling, he crunched up the paper and threw it in the trash bin near his feet. "Well, it was very nice to meet you, Pete. I hope we talk again."

Pete's eyes flickered with hope, a hope that they could possibly be friends. "Uh, o-okay..."

Without a second thought, he pulled open all the drawers, dumped all the contents haphazardly into his suitcase, then closed it. Lifting it from the bed, and giving his new little friend a wave, he once again set off on another walk to his new living quaters.

"Aw man... This place is huge..." Rich laughed to himself. With three swift knocks on the door, a short, chestnut brown haired prep opened it. Rich towered over this person, like his little friend, but this boy seemed to be slightly taller. His eyes were dark, and very big. He had a gold braclet on his right wrist, and it seemed to dangle perfectly from it.

"Yes?" the prep nearly snarled.

Rich giggled at the boys attitude, "I'm Richard Seymour. I was told to come here, by... Harrington."

The preps mouth snapped into an 'o' shape, and let him in, "So sorry for my rudeness. The greasers have been bothering us more the ever lately, so... Anyway, welcome. Please come with me. Derby is expecting you."

As they walked, Rich decided to spark up a conversation, "This place sure is big, um..."

"Ah!" the prep chuckled, "Gord Vendome. I was the one who put the 'P.S.' on the note of yours." Pointing at his sweater vest with pride, he said, "This is what we all wear. Are they not just smashing?"

"Smashing...?" Rich burst into uncontrolable laughter, "Smashing! What that hell do you mean that, that sweater is 'smashing'? What, can it knock down walls?" Laughter spilled from his lips like a waterfall. Gord was suprised at the scene.

"You... never heard someone use that term before...?"

"Oh, yes I have. I'm just pulling you leg." Rich wipped a tear from his eye, loving that he could always crack himself up. Who cares if no one else thinks it's funny? All that matters that he himself thinks it's funny. "I've never heard Americans say that. Are you British?"

Embarressed with the truth, he just grumbled a no, then changed the subject, "What school were you transferred out of?"

"I wasn't transferred out of any school." Rich paused to scratch the back of his head, bored, "I was home schooled by my parents, up until now."

"Ah, I see. Your parents must be very smart then."

"Yeah, I guess so. My mom is a marine biologist, and my father is a lawyer."

Gord perked up on the last few words, "Really? My father is a lawyer as well! What kind of cases does he do?"

Rich yawned, still bored, and responded with a monotoned voice, "Oh, he helps out people who have been raped, or have been sexualy harrassed, stuff like that."

Gord nodded, looking ahead of him, intead of to the boy to his left. For some reason Gord had a hard time not blushing when he looked at him. "Well, thats very noble of him, standing up for those people."

"Yeah."

Silence hung heavy over their heads, but Rich didn't mind. He liked being around this prep. He seemed so awkward- it just made Rich feel giddy. He didn't know why, though.

Coughing, Gord stood in front of a large door, and quickly knocked, before entering. "Derby? Richard is here."

Standing up from his desk, where a yacht magazine was layed out, he greeted the new student with a winning smile, "Welcome, Richard! It is so very nice to meet you." Circling around his desk, he held out his hand, shaking Rich's. "As you know, I am Derby Harrington, the leader of the this particular group. I do hope you enjoy your stay here." Looking to Gord, he demanded, "Go get Parker, and tell him to show Richard around the dormitory, and the school yard. He told me he would be willing to do it, so he is." Gord nodded, and turned to go get him.

"This place is absolutely beautiful, Mr. Harrington." Rich politely complimented.

Derby chuckled, "Please, no need to be formal. Just call me Derby."

Smiling, "Oh, alright then, Derby. May I ask why you have a dorm apart from the one thats in the front of the school?"

Derby gave the other a confused look, "Do you really think I would actually want to live in a place like that, when I have the money to have something better?"

Shrugging, Rich sighed, "I see your point."

With a knock to make there presence known, Rich turned, and saw a dark haired boy, just an inch or two shorter then himself, with small green eyes, and built figure. The boy had thin, but beautiful, lips, that were curled into a closed smile. Rich could feel his cheeks warm as said prep approached him, and took his hand to shake. "Very nice to meet you, Richard. I'm Parker Ogilvie. I'll be showing you around."

Feeling his palms start to sweat, he took his hand back, and closed into a fist, trying to hold down the ever growing giddy feeling.

Woah... I haven't updated here for a long while! But, after I started playing Bully again, I decided to get back on the bandwagon. :) So, here's chapter two.