*See bottom for info on Fredrick Harringon. Please read the author's note.*
-Getting to Know Bullworth-
Fredrick Harrington sighed in annoyance, and swiftly wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder.
"Leigh, listen," He began, his voice laced with irritation. Before he could continue, she pushed him away from her. She stuck her nose up in the air.
"Don't bother." She snorted. "Its obvious that you're not with me in this discussion."
"Its just plain wrong!" He exclaimed. "Gay people are even worse than poor people." He shuttered at the thought of two people of the same sex being together.
"No they are not." She said sternly, stomping her foot. Oh, he'd really done it this time. Leigh Tanners was not easily angered.
Rolling his light blue eyes, Fredrick exhaled in defeat. "Fine. You can believe in gay rights all you want, okay? I will allow it." He stepped closer, and whispered harshly in her ear. "Now will you quit making such a ruckus? The others are going to hear."
Fairly pleased with herself, Leigh nodded. "Alright. I'm sorry." She apologized semi-sincerely, thinking to herself why she was even dating Fredrick in the first place. He was fourteen, for Christ's sake! Dropping the conversation entirely, the sixteen year old Prep exited Harrington House with her younger boyfriend following behind. Sure, Fredrick was younger than the other Preppies, but he was also taller, and richer. And that automatically made him for powerful.
Outside, Fredrick latched onto Leigh's arm. He had to show everyone that they were still together and going strong, even if they weren't. They headed towards the school for lunch.
* * *
Alex's cerulean eyes scanned the premises for any sign of his odd new acquaintance, Kettle. He walked towards the entrance of the cafeteria, but there was still no sign.
Maybe that little blonde girl was just messing with my head. He thought, confused. Now annoyed, he turned to exit. "How lame." He muttered to himself. Naturally, Alex hated wasting time, so this had automatically put him in a bad mood.
"Why hello thar." A familiar voice sounded, startling Alex. He turned on his heel to meet with none other than Kettle's eye-patch covered eye.
"Oh, there you are..." He said, calming down from the little fright. As you can tell, Alex is easily startled.
Kettle nodded. "Indeed, here I am." He smirked menacingly. "Scared ya, didn't I?" He winked, his open eye, further creeping Alex out.
"...No." He lied, and then changed the subject. "Why did you need me here?"
"Ah, I see that Tetra gave you the message." He grinned. "I'm glad to see she's not as Nasty as she used to be."
Alex raised a thick, dark eyebrow, but decided to let it go. "That still doesn't answer my question." He pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Well Mr. Barker, I called you here today because I thought I'd introduce you to the school."
"What do you mean?"
"Here, I'll show you." Kettle placed one of his cold, frail hands on Alex's shoulder and steered him into the cafeteria. The two stood in the entrance, so everything (and everyone) could be seen. Alex observed the fairly large room, and all the different cliques sitting at different tables. Kettle sighed with a mocking smile. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He said jokingly. "All the cliques during feeding time." He pointed towards a particular table of kids, a majority of them overweight, scarfing down some disgusting looking mush. Alex cringed.
"Ah, I see you've noticed the Nerds." Kettle said, still smiling. "Those works of art are Bullworth's pride and joy; Real beauty's, if I've ever seen any."
Alex shot him a glare. "Don't even joke about that."
Kettle laughed maniacally. "I know I know. Of course I'm being sarcastic." His expression finally turned serious. "The Nerds are as they look. Disgusting, obnoxious and annoying. You can see what I mean."
Alex nodded. "Definitely." His eyes went to the next table, which consisted of people wearing leather or denim jackets over their uniforms.
"And our own Bullworth Greaser Clique," Kettle said with a smirk. "They look like fools, I know, but they're tough. I wouldn't mess with them." Alex had nothing to say to that. "You see that guy?" He pointed to on particular Greaser, with large, Elvis styled hair, which must have extended at least five centimeters away from his forehead. He had his arm securely wrapped around the waist of two girls, one on each side of him.
"What about him?" Alex inquired, thinking to himself how goofy that guy looked with his hair like that.
"That's Vinny Monroe." He said, as if Alex should know who he's talking about. "He's currently 'on top', as some people put it." He stuck up his nose. "Us Goth kids don't listen to him though."
Alex stared at Vinny strangely. "People listen to him?"
Kettle nodded. "Mhm. Well, some do. He used to run the school, but about a year ago there was a rebellion. Now, he thinks he runs it, but the only people who actually listen to him are the Nerds and the 'students who don't belong'. And by that, I mean they have no Clique."
"People like me, then."
"I guess so. But that won't be for long."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Well you don't plan on being a Non-Cliquer, do you?" He sent him a look at read 'duh'.
He rolled his eyes in reply. "Yes, I do plan on being that way. As if I want to become one of these jerks."
Kettle smiled. "Good point. Anyways, moving on to the next group of losers... Ah. Here we have our Jock's," The table was crowded with large, muscular guys, and a few girls dressed in cheerleading uniforms. "Probably some of the school's biggest jerks." He scoffed. "They think they're all that."
Alex smirked. "And let me guess, they're actually a bunch of dumb losers?"
Kettle chuckled, and patted his new friend on the back. "You catch on fast, my friend. That's exactly correct. Jock, equals complete conceited idiot. That goes for the girls too."
"Haha, I see."
"Yes you do. By the way, the leader of the Jock crew is the biggest turd there is, Derek Joyce. He's dating the head cheerleader, of course, Stacie Fellner." Derek had the very cliche look of being tall and buff, with very tanned skin and light blond hair. He thought he looked good, Alex thought he looked fake. He had his arm around a skinny, pale girl with dirty blonde hair. "Most guys go after her, but its not a good idea. If Derek finds out, he'll kick your ass."
"What's so great about her?" Alex couldn't help but ask. Really, the girl looked as artificial as her boyfriend.
Kettle shrugged. "Don't ask me. In my opinion, she's quite unattractive."
"Yeah, really."
"Anyways." He continued, "There are my friends." Of course, they were all very pale, with black hair, black clothing, and some were even wearing black makeup. Alex decided to keep the rude comments in his head. After all, Kettle was turning out to be an alright guy. "We're Goth, if I didn't already tell you that."
"Yeah, I can see that..."
Kettle grinned. "Some of us are pessimistic, but feel free to hang with us whenever. They listen to me, so its cool."
"So, you're their 'leader'?" Alex queried.
He nodded proudly. "Yep!"
"I... See." He hadn't really expected that one.
"Oh, and see those losers over there?" He pointed a group of kids, who mostly had mohawk's and other strange hairstyles. Alex nodded. "Yeah, those are the Punks. They think they're all 'bad, tough and rebelious', but they're really not. They're like Greasers gone wrong, only their leader is even more of a douche bag. See that fugly fellow over there?" There was a fairly short, stocky and rather pig looking Punk with a mohawk. "He's disgusting, but somehow thinks that he gets all these women. Ha, as if."
Alex chuckled. "I take it you don't like them?"
Kettle gagged. "Oh, not at all. The Goths and Punks have never gotten along, ever since the two Cliques originated."
"You make this sound like history class."
He laughed. "Sorry, I don't mean to bore you."
"No no," Alex grinned. "I actually enjoy history."
"Well then! I do too. Anyways those guys in white over there are the Bullies. See the big guy?" There was one, huge (and I mean that literally) guy, who was cramming food in his mouth. He finished up a can of Beam Cola, and smashed the can to his head. Alex gulped. He wasn't afraid, but he knew for sure that he didn't want to mess with this guy. Kettle laughed. "Thats Russell, the leader... He's twenty six."
Alex looked at him. "Are you serious?"
"Yep. Been here all whole life, probably."
"Thats messed up."
"Yeah, he's real dumb. But, I don't think I even need to tell you not to mess with him."
Alex shook his head.
"Anyways, last, but certainly not least--"
"Move it, poor scum." Kettle was cut off by a faux british accent, and being shoved aside into Alex. The two looked at who had so rudely shoved them with grimaces. Kettle rolled his eyes when he saw a tall, yet pale guy with icy blue eyes and thick, dark hair. Holding onto his fairly muscular arm was a tiny girl with dirty blonde hair and cute, dainty features. Alex didn't know why, but she smiled at him, which stopped him from saying anything to the jerk she was following. As they walked away, the girl mouthed 'sorry' with a sincere expression.
"Aaand, introducing Bullworth's very own Fredrick Harrington." Kettle said, with another roll of his dark eyes.
Alex stared after them, and watched as they joined a group of people who all wore the same light and dark blue argyle vests. "Who are they?" He inquired, though he already knew the answer, judging by the awfully familiar clothing.
"Preppies." Kettle simply replied. "They're stuck up, snobby, Aquaberry wearing rich fools who think that they're so much better than anyone who has less money than they do. Its pathetic really, but what can you do." They both rolled their eyes as a special cook delivered whole turkey dinners to the Prep table.
"I can tell already tell that I hate them the most." Alex said bluntly.
"Haha, why's that? Just hate rich people?"
He shook his head. "I do, but I really just hate my step father. That old bastard owns a chain of hideous Aquaberry stores, so naturally he's annoyingly rich." He explained. "And my stupid mother married him."
Kettle laughed. "Don't worry, good Alex, Sir." He smirked. "I come from a family such as that. The difference between me and the Preppies is that I don't let my money go to my head. In fact, I don't even care much for it."
"Oh, same here." Alex said. "Sometimes, being rich sucks."
Kettle nodded. "I couldn't agree more."
They then decided to leave the cafeteria; The sickly smell of cologne (compiments of the jocks) mixed with high egos and bad food was really getting to them.
"So, those are the basics of Bullworth." Kettle said, as they left the school. "Pretty much just stay out of everyone's way and you'll be fine."
"I'm not afraid of a bunch of trustfund losers and idiots." Alex told him.
"I see. Well, good luck to you then." They stopped near the stairs out front. "I'm gonna go have a nap, later on me and Crystal are getting tats in Blue Skies so I need to be properly rested."
"Crystal...?" He shook his head. "Never mind. You go have fun."
Kettle smiled that usual creepy, dead smile. "Will do."
Author's note: Hello everyone (: thanks for the reviews & characters! Greatly appreciated ;). I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As you can see, I decided that I wasn't going to write the story in Alex's POV after all. I like it better this way, because I can show what other students are doing as well. I'm going to introduce more characters in the next few chapters. Also, I added the Punk Clique because I thought it'd be fun to have a feud with them and the Goths (:.
Some of the characters used in this chapter were not created by me! I hope you don't mind if I do whatever I want with your characters (:.
About Fredrick Harrington: He is not Derby's biological son! I'll tell you right now that Derby found out he was sterile, so he adopted a son. Fredrick was raised mainly by nannies, but he has the same terrible attitude and habits that his father does. He does not know he's adopted. He's the leader of the Prep Clique even though he is in the eighth grade.
Edit: Harry is no longer Petey's son :(, a reviewer pointed out that thats impossible. I changed his last name to 'Kucharski'.
Please submit more characters if you have some! Let me know if you want them to have a main role in the story. Im afraid not every character is going to have a huge part. So far, mains I've chosen are Alex (dur), Kettle, Harry, Tetra, and Leigh. I mean, they play into the story line. Again, let me know if you want your character as a main! I'll be more than happy to give them more of a role ;D.
Anyways, Review please!
