Peanut groaned lightly in his sleep, faintly hearing the obnoxious beeping sound in his ears. The beeping grew louder, and louder until it was making his head throb.

"Fuckin' clock…" The Greaser grumbled, sticking an arm out from under the covers to hit the off button on the alarm clock, and letting it fall back against the bed. Hazel eyes flickered around the room, trying to blink away the sleepiness. Peanut hadn't remembered Johnny was gone until he sat up and looked across the room to greet his best friend. The small smile he had on his lips quickly sunk into a heavy frown. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and the hollowness was already eating away at his chest. With a small sigh, Romano reached up to rub his face, and slowly convinced himself to slip out of bed.

From this point forward, everything felt heavier to Peanut. His morning shower seemed to take forever, greasing up his hair was a task, and even the walk to Bullworth seemed to make him nervous. He wouldn't admit this, but the daily routine to go to class was his distraction. For a couple hours a day he got to stay focused on his school work, rather than Johnny. Of course, he'd never want to forget Johnny, but it all became too much sometimes, and a mental break was more than necessary. Once he finally stepped foot onto the campus, various students gave Peanut looks of sympathy. It wasn't a normal thing for any of the Greasers to actually show up on time to class every day, but for Peanut, it had become more than routine, and more like a rehab session. He ignored all the glances, and comments he got on the way to his first class, wanting more than nothing but to be back in bed.

"…here we go." He mumbled to himself, reaching out for the classroom door knob.

The rest of the day dragged on, and it honestly didn't bother the Greaser. As long as he wasn't thinking about Johnny, it was okay. It was…okay.

The release bell for the final class of the day rippled through the hallways, and the tightness in Peanut's stomach returned. He had remembered Lefty told him they were going to search for Johnny all weekend, but truth be told, he wasn't sure he had it in him. Peanut had already dealt with depression for a while, and his best friend's disappearance wasn't helping him recover. With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself out of his desk chair, slowly following students out of the classroom.

"Hey Larry!" Lefty called out, waving the other Greaser over.

Peanut's ears perked up at his name being called, and not his nickname. Hazel eyes flickered around the crowd of students, soon stopping on Lefty. He smiled faintly, weaving through people to stand next to him.

"Hey Left." He said quietly, sticking his hands into his pockets. "What's up?"

"Thought callin' you Larry would get your attention." Lefty offered the taller male a smile, gently nudging his arm. "You still want to go look for Johnny?"

Peanut swallowed hard, and moved to the nearby wall, slumping his entire frame against it. "…I-I don't know if I can." He said quietly, glancing down at the floor.

The shorter Greaser followed him over, leaning against the wall next to him. He knew Peanut had to be going through a lot of mental exhaustion. They all missed Johnny, and worried if he was okay, but Peanut had known him since they were kids, and the thought of losing a childhood best friend was traumatic. "Larry…" Lefty started, swallowing down the lump that formed in his throat. "I'm really sorry, but we /will/ find him." He had emphasized the word 'will', his brows furrowing together tightly.

Peanut only leaned against Lefty's side, giving him a small smile. "Thanks, Left. Means a lot."

Time had passed after Lefty grew silent, unsure of what to say. Students had began to clear out of the building, leaving behind stray papers and silence until the only sound left was the clock down the hall ticking. Lefty was about to open his mouth to speak when footsteps caught his attention. They grew louder, and louder until stopping with a soft echo. The next sound seemed to be a lock rattling against the metal door.

"So, did Derby figure out how to get that grease stain off his new Aquaberry sweater?" The voice was snobby sounding. It had to be a Prep, Peanut thought.

A nasally laugh followed suit. "No, he just bought another one! Who would wear it after it being defiled by those peasant Greasers?"

Both voices laughed again, and then grew quiet. The sound of the locker being opened and searched followed suit. "Gord are you going to that meeting Derby called for? About that greaseball Johnny Vincent?"

Peanut's head snapped up, and both boy's eyes grew wide, looking at each other in disbelief. Was this really happening? Peanut was not going to miss this opportunity to find out where Johnny might be, and he reached over to clamp a hand over his friend's mouth, holding a finger to his lips.

"Ah, yes. I'm going to miss my mother's famous pot roast though. I don't see why we /need/ to go, however. Derby's only going to talk about what to do with that peasant." Gord chuckled darkly, slamming his locker closed. "How about you Tad?"

"Of course. I always want to be present if the meeting's going to cover what Derby's going to do to that dirty greaser." Tad glanced downwards to brush some lint off his Aquaberry sweater. "Do you really think Derby is going to use that Taser on him? It's going to be quite the show!"

The other Prep sighed dreamily. "I do hope so! Johnny deserves it for taking Lola away from me, that asshole." He seemed to growl the last part, sounding as if he seriously wanted Johnny to hurt. Bad.

Lefty was having trouble breathing as Peanut's hand grew tighter, and tighter around his mouth from the anticipation. "L-larr—" He wheezed as quietly as he could, reaching up to pry his fingers between Peanut's hand and his mouth.

They talking stopped suddenly. "Did you hear that?" Gord said quietly, turning his vision from Tad, to the spot they heard the sound. It took the Preppies a few moments to continue talking. "So, I'll see you at the meeting tonight?"

Tad nodded, smirking devilishly. "Wouldn't miss it."

Peanut's eyes grew even wider, and without saying a word, he reached down and took Lefty's wrist, dragging him down the row of lockers, and around the corner, slamming him up against the wall. "Shh!" He hissed quietly, as Lefty inhaled his missing breath harshly.

Both Tad and Gord stepped out from around the corner, eyeing the seemingly empty building for anyone who may have heard them. Once they felt no one was around, both Preps made their way down the stairs, and exited the main building.

As he spotted the blue sweaters, he jumped back, pressing himself up against Lefty in the off chance he tried to jump out around the corner, or those righ shits decided to look back over their shoulders. Once he was sure they were gone, his entire frame slumped. "Sorry Left," Peanut said sheepishly, placing his hands on either side of his friend, and pushing himself backwards. "I got a little carried away, but did you hear that!?" For the first time in ages, he smiled! "That trust fund fairy Derby knows where Johnny is!"

The other Greaser grinned at Peanut, rubbing his face with one hand. "Okay, but don't get ahead of yerself. We still don't know where the meeting /is/!"

Peanut then smirked. "That's the easy part, we just follow Tad and Gord around. They should lead us right to them." Again, without warning, he took his best friend's wrist and dragged him outside, his mind set on finding out where that meeting was going to be.

A harsh cough filled the room, followed by heavy pants. "You think you're gonna get away with this?" A husky voice called out, spitting away a mouthful of blood. "I'm not afraid of you rich mommy's boys!"

"So you say." Another voice said calmly, viciously lunging their arm forward and sending a punch right in the mouth of the first voice, chuckling at his pained screams. "You're awfully weak, Vincent."