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Chapter 3

Gary's Girl

The day flashed by before I knew what was going on, it was like blur. Even Christy's new 'hot gossip' didn't interest me - not that it ever did. I already knew what she was gossip about anyway. Tad Spencer. I didn't even realise it was time, until I left music class and Gary was waiting for me. I wasn't ready, the nerves got to me and I had to run to the bathroom and be sick. Gary was good about it, he waited outside for me. I stumbled out the girls bathroom.

"Ready?" Gary said. He could probably tell by looking at me that I wasn't.

"No, not really," I said bluntly.

"There's no backing out now," He said, not making me feel better at all. "Here, drink this before you go in the ring. the sugar buzz will help you."

He handed me a ream soda. I would have thanked him, but I was afraid that I might puke again. Along the way, everyone stared at me. Like I was a walking freak show. They followed us, it looked like the whole school was going to watch. Most fights didn't get this much attention, it was usually the cliques of the people fighting. I guess this time is completely different. Now for once a girl was fighting.

Tad was already stood in the centre of the hole waiting for me. I drank the ream soda like Gary had told me, and threw the can on the floor. Time seemed to stand still as I climbed down the ladder, I could hear every drip from the pipes and god knows what around me. I faced Tad, now I wasn't afraid. My nerves seemed to go numb.

"Chaps and paupers, welcome. We have Tad Spencer and Zoe Taylor! Who shall win? The elite or the Blue Skies trash? We shall see my friends, we shall see," Derby announced.

Then the fight began.

I aimed a punch at the rich kid's face, but he blocked me with his arms. He immediately punched me in the chest, I hunched over, winded. Tears fell from my eyes, as he circled me like a vulture circling his prey. The ream soda was a good idea, because the adrenaline kicked in. When that happens, you don't hear the noise of the crowd around you, it becomes a dull roar. The sounds of the punches seemed to be amplified. I punched him, and I didn't stop. The more he blocked, the more I punched him. He couldn't block me forever.

He was about to punch me, when I caught him on his snobby chin with my fist. That was all I needed, to catch him off guard. I punched and punched him until he collapsed on the floor. Then I don't know what happened, but something hit me in the back of the head. I landed on the floor, face down next to Tad. I rolled over onto my back, to see what happened.

I saw Bif Taylor (- no relation to me, thank god) stood there, as I passed out I saw Gary fighting him.

I don't know how long I was out, could have been hours, could have been days. Before I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't in the hole anymore. Only because I couldn't smell the dank dirty air anymore. I finally opened my eyes, I could see a boy looking at me. I wasn't until my vision came into focus, that I realised it was Gary.

"I shouldn't have let you fight, I should have challenged him," He said. He had that weird 'scheming look' about him.

"What happened?" I said. My voice was broken and croaky.

"The filthy inbred cheated. Derby was planning it all along, if you won, he was going to set Bif on you," he explained. He clenched his fist like he was imagining he was crushing both Derby and Bif.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't understand why he would cheat, but I knew I'd get revenge on the rich inbred scum, no matter how long it took. They would pay.

That is a promise.

When I got out of the school infirmary, everyone seemed to look at me different. I didn't understand why, I hadn't won in the hole. Gary had, for beating Bif. That was the one rule of the hole - there was no rules. Only Gary seemed to believe the preps had cheated, I did to.

The drama of the hole soon disappeared, when Gary took me out on a date. A walk in the park. It would have been romantic to some, but to me it was a refreshing break from Bullworth.

"You never told me why you beat up Bif," I said, as we sat down on the grass.

"I didn't want that trust fund baby to get away with hurting you," he said, staring at the grass.

"Why?" I said, completely not getting why he would give a crap.

"Because, you're my girlfriend," he said. He looked at me this time.

Crap, that's right. That stupid letter. I thought he was going to kiss me, and he probably was, until the sprinklers went off. It soaked us both. That perve Mr Burton ran past, his tongue practically hanging out at the sight of my wet clothes.

Just my luck.