The time was seven o'clock, and the campus was slowly growing empty. The paths were littered in various items, preparing to sit there all weekend until the Bullworth janitor would be forced to clean up for classes on Monday. Balled up homework assignments, surely to be franticly looked for Sunday evening, lay under trees and in bushes. Discarded food wrappers lazily placed around trash cans from where it had missed the opening. There was no loud chatter of students anymore, only the few birds that hung in the Bullworth trees, and the leftover staff that was exiting the school grounds. It was eerie. It's not often that you enter a school to find absolutely nothing, no sound, no large crowds, not even prefects milling about.
And that was exactly what the Greasers wanted. They wanted no distractions when it came to figuring out where that meeting was going to be held. Peanut had gotten over eager and decided it would be best to go off on his own, and his first bet would be at the Harrington House.
Heavy footsteps thudded against the sidewalks as he sprinted for the opposite end of the campus, stopping short once his feet reached the last step by the grimy fountain. Hazel eyes glanced over the said fountain, curling his chapped lips up into a disgusted snarl.
"Gross…" He said quietly, noting the green moss, and graffiti on the statue in the middle. The water looked like it might have been the same water from when the school first opened. It dawned on him that he would pass this fountain every day, yet he just now realized its filthy state. His eyes widened, how much more was he missing? If he had paid a little less attention to Johnny, maybe he would have picked up on some sort of hint of what happened to him. Just a week ago he was cracking jokes with Johnny here, maybe one of those Preps had been talking about their plan then…
Peanut shook his head, trying to clear his cloudy mind. If he got caught up in thoughts now, it would be all over. What he needed to do was to focus on finding that meeting so he could find Johnny. Dirty sneakers quickly took him around the fountain, and into the entrance to the Prep's Harrington House. It was quiet too, which was weird because the Preps hardly left here unless it was to make a trip to Aquaberry to buy new sweaters…and since there was supposedly a meeting too, wouldn't they be here for sure? Unless the meeting was at a different location…but where? Slowly he moved forward down the long pathway, keeping a strict eye for any movement. The vines and plants along the path shook with the wind, creating enough of a distraction to hide his mouse-like footsteps. Once he reached the opening of the small courtyard to their house, he glanced around. If it was one thing he had to give the trust fund fairies, it was the cleanliness of their space. Everything was always trimmed and neat. Unlike the Greasers. The court was empty, so he kept going towards the front door.
"Fuck…" He breathed, his heart pounding under his leather jacket. It was one thing to be in here to pick a fight with them, but actually entering the Harrington House? Was he really losing his mind? If they were in there, which it was highly likely that they were, there was no way he'd make it out alive. One hand gripped the knob, slowly starting to twist it open. As if some sort of guardian angel was watching over him, the door started to open. Peanut flinched and with a small yelp of concern, he hightailed it around the corner, peeking through the finely trimmed bushes. His chest heaving with pants of fear.
'What was I thinking?!' He thought negatively, scolding himself for being so brash. He was so caught up in trying to save his best friend, he was letting his emotions control his common sense.
Loud, obnoxious laughter shattered the quietness, making Peanut flinch again. "Did you /see/ his face?" Gord spoke, "I thought he was going to soil himself!"
"Yeah!" Another Prep joined in, placing a polite hand to the other's shoulder, not too hard but enough to make his presence known. "Derby really knows how to entertain!"
"Oh shut up Chad!" Gord snapped back, laughing louder. "All that matters is that Johnny is going to be taken care of. /Finally/ our days of slipping in oil will be long. Gone."
Larry's eyes widened, and he swore he stopped breathing for a few long moments. They were implying that they would kill Johnny! He knew they hated each other, but not enough to actually kill anyone! A few bruises and occasional fracture! He hated them sure, be even Johnny knew when was too far. He wanted to jump out and beat them all, even though he knew he wasn't strong enough to. He wanted to tell them they wouldn't get away with hurting Johnny, but he couldn't give himself away, especially if he didn't know where Johnny even is to help him. Instead the boy stayed in his hiding spot, and listened as more Preps exited the building.
"I hate Johnny Vincent more than I hate finding loose threads in my new Aquaberry, and I /really/ hate loose threads." This voice was deep, in charge, mature.
Bif Taylor.
"That scum has messed with us for the last time, and Derby is going to punish him." He snickered, running a hand over his red, perfectly trimmed hair. "Now all we have to do is wait for the boss' instructions."
"One week." A deeper, more in charge voice blurted out. A blonde male stepped out of the House, letting the door slam shut as he began pushing past his fellow colleagues, earning cries of surprise. "One week, men. Then the cog in the greaseball machine will fail." A malicious, truly twisted chuckle followed suit, earning the half scared laughs of the other Preps. Derby Harrington was messed up, maybe it was the inbreeding, or the daddy issues, but he had some serious problems balled up in that head of his. From what Jimmy told Peanut, he's not afraid to kill someone for something he really wants. And from the looks of it, he wants Johnny.
