Chapter 2

'Acknowledging... The Beaast'

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Zelda rushed out of home ec, without saying goodbye to her new interest Bif. She was too worried about Marth to even tell Okosun where she was going...

She sped into the office, where she quickly spotted Marth sitting on the couch, waiting to be harassed by the principle. Zelda shook her head in disappointment.

"Marth what's going on?" She asked, slightly distressed. The navy haired prince's eyes flashed to Z, and he sighed.

"People here are so retarded." He said simply. "I just ordered in some room service from the men in the blue suits, but apparently they aren't here to serve me!" He scoffed in annoyance. "Like, if they're not walking around to serve me, when why the hell are they even walking around?"

Zelda shrugged. "Not sure. I assumed that those guys were there to serve the higher class people, such as ourselves..."

"Hm. Apparently not."

She sighed. "This is just way too much for me to handle. I better return to class..."

"Well wish me luck hun."

Z nodded and exited, returning to her class. Thankfully for her, when she returned that fat bitch Okosun hadn't noticed she'd left. The classroom was eerily silent...

She went and returned to her spot beside Edward-- Bif, and exhaled.

"Uh, whats wrong?" Bif asked with uncertainty, wondering why Zelda had just left like that.

"Oh, nothing." She replied through a sigh. "This school is just totally wack..."

He nodded. "Tell me something I don't know."

"You!" Okosun's sickly voice went shooting through the air, piercing the classes ears. "You shut up or you get detention, iz dat cleah?"

Both Bif and Zelda nodded, frightened.

The class soon ended. Bif and Zelda got yelled at (literally) by Okosun for burning the cookies, but it wasn't that hard to deal with.

"So... There's a party at Harrington House tonight." Bif casually mentioned as him and Zelda exited the Home Ec room. She looked to him with interest.

"Oh?" She'd never been to Harrington House, but it sounded like a damn classy place.

He looked nervous. "Wanna come?"

She smiled and nodded. "Sure, sounds fun. Mind if I bring a friend?"

Bif laughed. "Is he rich?"

Zelda chuckled and smiled, "Mhm, you bet he iz."

"Well, any rich friend of yours is a rich friend of mine." Bif winked and flashed a charming Rich Prep smile.

"See you tonight then!" Zelda merrily skipped back to her dorm, leaving Edw-- Bif wanting more.

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"Uhhh, I think the blue one looks better," Eunice suggested hopefully to Zelda.

"Shut up you fat whore. Don't you even try to give me fashion tips. The pink one is obviously more flattering with my skin tone."

Eunice looked at her uncomprehendingly.

"What the hell?" Eunice slurred at Zelda.

Zelda's hands flew to her hips.

"You poor piece of shit! Don't talk to me like that! Don't you know who I am?" Zelda walked up to Eunice and slapped her across the face.

Eunice trucked away screaming. Zelda laughed after her.

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Bif showed up at the dorm right on cue.

"Hey Ed--! Er, I mean Bif." Zelda blushed. "Sorry, but you look sooooo much like Edward Cullen!"

"You look ravishing this evening, Zelda," Bif's eyes roved over her appreciatively. "Everyone at the party will be jealous."

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Bif opened the door to Harrington House and they stepped inside. They entered the foyer and Bif insulted the slave tending to the guest book. Zelda filled with pride. Then they entered the party room.

"I'd like to introduce you to my fellow elites -- in other words, my bffz!"

Zelda put on a friendly face.

"That's Tad. He's really hot. His dad abuses him, but don't tell him I told you that." He winked. Zelda said hello to the boy. He was of normal height, and he was very hot. He had brown hair and brown eyes, with a weird combover thing that made him look mysterious. Zelda liked him.

"Hey, Gord! This is Gord! He's a bad boy. This is Zelda, my date for this evening." Zelda almost dropped dead when she saw this boy. He was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay hotter than Bif, and Zelda wished she were here with him instead. Gord kinda gave her a dirty look. This urked Zelda. Did he think she was...

Ugly???

Gord stalked away, martini in hand.

"Uh, okay...and this is Chad, Parker, Bryce, but I don't really care about him. There's Justin, Pinky. You know, the works...and oh! There's MY personal best friend, Derby!" Bif steered her over to a very handsome young man. He was a blue eyed blonde babe, a real hottie wit a body, and he was totes gorge.

"Hello, Zelda. Bif's been saying some nice things about you."

"Has he?"

"Oh yes, you seem like quite the catch. Nice, respectful, wise......"

"Oh Edwa--Bif! That's so sweet."

The partay was off the chain! (proud family lol). There were drinkz galore. Everyone was totes drunk and people were smoking and doing weed (especially this badboi named earnest) and other suspicious things. Zelda was so wasted she couldn't see or hear within a 2 metre radius. Bif was hilarious too. Everyone was having such a blast at the awesome blowout! Zelda felt like such a studmuffin because she was pretty much the only girl there. And she was waaaaaay hotter than Pinky. Bif was abo--

There was a shouting outside the door. Zelda's vision strained. A huge brown oval burst threw the door. It continued shouting.

"Whishanisaho yuhdsjk?" Is what Z heard. "Iz dat cleah?"

Oh, shit.

Okosun.

Everyone ran away screaming, upstairs Harrington House. They knew that Okosun was too morbidly obese to actually truck up the stairs. On the upper level, the party continued. Marth made his way through the crowd to Zelda, a little tipsyy, but not drunk enough to not be annoyed. He wanted to leave.

"Hey Z, can we go?" He asked hopefully.

Z didn't reply, she merely walked back into the crowd. Marth got the message.

Zelda stumbled ova to Gord and smiled. "Did it hurt?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. Gord raised an eyebrow.

"Did what hurt?" He queried, unaware that he'd fallen for the trap.

"When you fell from heaven!" She burst into laughter. Good god she was funny.

Gord scoffed and rolled his eyes. He knew that women loved him, but this girl was just out of da question. iluu justin bieber

Zelda then left to find Bif again, since she'd lost him earlier. He was... Just like Edward.

"Oh hay." Bif greeted, as he beached naked on the couch, blanket draped over his lower body. Across from him was Derby, drawing a picture with his charcoal pencil. Where have we seen that before?

"Hey bb." Z greeted, slouching beside Bif's feet. "Waddup?"

"n2m, just gettin' Derbz to draw a picture of me naked. No big. Hbu?"

"Nothin... Just bein a kid, havin a good "

"Sounds like fuuun." Bif smiled at her alluringly. "Want another drink?"

"O' COurse!" Z said flirtily, tossing a luscious, layered waterfall of golden locks behind her back.

"SLAVE!" Bif bellowed. He sounded so manly when he bellowed at slaves. A small little man came running. He looked terrified.

"Fetch my girl a drink!" My girl? I guess we're official!

"What would you like, my lady?" The slave was polite.

"Shut yer trap and go get me some rum!"

The slave scurried away.

"Here you are, Miss Z." The slave had sweat beading on its forhead. Ew.

Z knocked the rum out of his hand. It shattered in slow-mo with little shards of glass scattering all over the floor(kinda lyk dat scene in da new mooon trailer when bela'z blood falls... Intense) . The rum splashed out of the slave's hand and landed on Derby's charchol picture of Bif. The picture wrinkled and soiled. The charchol ran down the paper. The rum washed it away. The picture ripped and slashed as the rum tore it apart.

"You took WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too long!!" Zelda walked up to the slave and spat at his feet. The slave was trembling. Bif wrapped the towel around his lower half and bounced off the couch. He was seething with anger. Derby looked shocked. Hours of hard work, thrown into reckless ruin in a pile of rum on the floor...

"Now go get me a martini, you good for nothing piece of poor jobless looooooseeeeeeer!" The slave ran away flailing its arms in panicked dismay.

It came back secinds later with Z's martini. She gulped it in one slug then threw the glass at the slave. It shattered in its face.

"Clean it up."

The slave quickly and sloppily cleaned up Z's mess. She laughed at him mercilessly. Bif Put his arm around her shoulders and guffawed with her. Derby stood up and slapped the slave.

"Get out of here!" The slave nearly passed out from the stress. It ran away.

"What is he doing?" Zelda asked Derbz. Derbz glared and walked away.

"Sorry you had to see that, Zelda. It's not your fault." Bif patted her back.

"I know. That slave was totally rude, oh my god."

"You're right baby. Let's blow this pop stand."

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The next day in home ec, Oko was meaner than ever. She seethed when anyone breathed to loud. People who had to sneeze trembled with fear for their lives. The hands of all the students were shaking as they cautiously poured and stirred their ingredients. But Z's hand slipped.

Okosun's ears detected the slight change in Z's heart beat as she tried to cover up her mistake.

"ZELDA." Oko boomed.

The whole class withered back in their seats. Even Edwar--Bif. The eyes of the monster were black with hate, striking fear to the very bottom pit of Z's core. Oko advanced on Zelda, step by step. Her footsteps echoed on the tile floor, and each second that went by, Zelda saw a second of her life flash before her eyes. Then Oko was infront of her.

"ZELDA."

"Y-ye--"

"DON'T SPEAK!"

Zelda remained silent.

"YOU AT PARTY LAT NIT?"

Z didn't answer. The seconds ticked by.

Okosun exploded.

"WHY YOU NO ANSWER ME? YOU SAY YOU NO LIKE OKO? WHY YOU TAK OKO CLAS? YOU THINK OKO SOME KINDO JOK? YOU CRAZY BITCH! GETDAFAK OUTA YO SEAT!"

Zelda nearly collapsed. Her whole body was convulsing with fear as she stood up.

"You have detention, you Oko hating whore! Same wit yo stoopid bf ova thur." he motioned to Bif. "Detention!" She then sat on Bif, crushing every bone in his body. She decided to leave those two alone and go make Cornellious buy her food from the caf. She also sat on Thad, a scrawny nerd with a lisp.

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Marth left the principal's office in sheer fury. That stupid poor turd had no power what so ever over Marth. He thought he was the hottest thing ever, and that he could do and say and punish Marth however he pleased. Now Marth had wasted half of his lunch period waiting in that pratt's office, just to be lectured about how Marth wasn't a prince here. Those stupid poor prefects shouldn't wear such slavey outfits that even my slaves back home would find hideously unattractive.

Marth had been let off with a 'warning'.

Marth was so infuriated and absorbed in himself that he hadn't realized that he walked into the cafeteria.

"Hey hey hey HEY!" Marth froze. "Look who it IS!" Marth would never forget that voice.

Marth could sense the drool in the air. Marth could feel the presence of mockery. Marth could smell the body odour.

Marth turned around slowly and reluctanly. I hope it doesn't turn me to stone...Marth thought.

The beast was hanging out with his posse at the nearest table. The beast itself was naturally repulsive. It had drool dripping through its ridiculously cruel smile, with the gaps and cracks through its teeth; the most infamous Earnest was beside the beast, with trademark glasses and nerd vest; Ted the jock was sitting beside the nerd king, laughing and flexing his muscles -- what Marth thought was most ironic about Ted was that he was actually a huge whimp. It was very easy to knock him out. Russell, the school's ultimate bad boy bully, was sitting opposite the beast at the table. I was surprised he wasn't being removed on a stretcher to critical condition. Johnny Vincent, a motorcycle guy, the ruler o' greasers was looking unkept and unimpressed. And--was that--Derby? That gorgeous boy I had met at the Harrington House party? THE Derby Harrington?? Friends with...the beast? The mountain boar? The monster? How could this glorious angel be...friends...with this...Jimmy Hopkins?

"Hello....Jimmy..." It was hard to refer to that life form as anything other than the beast.

"Come on, have a seat." Marth sheepishly took a seat at the table. He chose the farthest seat possible from the monster. Even as he sat down, he scooted his chair back a couple inches. Better safe than sorry.

Derby looked at Marth. "You're Marth, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"The new kid?" Johnny x Jealous inquired. Marth nodded, embarrassed. The nerdy kid chuckled. Marth wanted to punch him.

"Well, all new kids have to go through initiation. And" The Beast smiled, "you're no exception."

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CLIFFHANGERR!!!!!1

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