Chapter Three
The twins grinned up at her cheerfully. "We like the Shop lesson! We get to mess around with bikes." Matt informed her after their first time of Shop, amazed.
The lessons here were odd. Three a day, two hours long, once a week. Seven and a half hour days, with a forty five minute break between each lesson. It was a Thursday and she'd just done English, Chemistry and Spanish. English utterly bored her, though that the drunken Galloway man could even teach when intoxicated was rather heroic to her and she'd been eyeing his closet for the drink, wondering when she could take the bottles. Drinking was a very soothing past time and as a uni student, she had been drinking lots. To just suddenly stop completely would suck massive balls and she'd plan a little heist soon. It was all for Galloway's benefit, really.
Who knows when there could be a teacher's inspection?
Chemistry was surprisingly fun when the teacher liked making things go boom, and decided to show them how to make firecrackers all in the name of science and not because he was a few cards short of a pack. If that didn't get him fired or in the very least disciplined or something, then this place really was headed for the pits.
Spanish was now a free pass for her. Mrs Suarez blinked when, after the lesson, she'd spoken in accented Madrid based fluent Spanish to have all the future assignments so she could complete them that weekend. The teacher promptly handed it over and kindly asked for feedback when she'd finished them so she could adjust them to be easier to teach and learn, all in rapid Spanish. Agreeing and leaving, she immediately opened up the papers, utterly ignoring the lockers that she'd seen being broken into multiple times in the past four days and headed to the Shop lesson the twins were in with the rest of the… shit was grade was that? Sixth? Seventh? Eighth?
Meh.
Whatever grade her little bro's were in.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" Tom grinned. "We might even be able to win a bike at the end of the term!"
"That's great to hear but say semester, Tom. We call it term as Brits, but we have to be Americans now."
"Alright." He looked down at his shoes and she couldn't imagine what his child's mind was thinking. Matt was fearful of storms but was slightly stronger in mental fortitude apart from that. Tom was the one that was protected by the other twin. Still, this was one hell of a mind fuck for all of them and she sorely wished for a shoulder to lean on. Her own shoulders drooped when he held onto her hand. "We'll be okay… won't we?"
She squeezed his hand back and whispered, bending over slightly so they could better hear. "I'll do my best to get us living well. I… I don't think we can go back, kids. I'm saying it now because the chance of being hit by lightning is one in a million as it is. For it to happen… well… we'd have to have a game of us and I'm pretty sure there isn't one. Not to mention we can't exactly control lightning, can we? We're exceedingly lucky we're in some sort of situation with this fake family we have."
"We'll be okay though?" He whispered back.
Ivy chuckled, now speaking normally as she heard a set of steps come up. "Of course I'll look after you lads. No worries on that. This place is crazy but don't think I won't look after you, hm?"
"Aye!"
"Oh how sweet. A nice little family get together… by the Shop lesson. Wonderful." The mocking voice and the clap of the hands made her roll her eyes.
Ivy turned to him. "Gary." She greeted, surprised he'd come to find her. At least it seemed that way. Looking intent and eyeing their outfits – teal diamonds rather than sky blue ones - with approval, Jimmy and Peter were nowhere to be found. The twins eyed him warily. "Tom and Matt. This is Gary Smith." She put a finger up, making sure they listened. "Don't listen to anything he says unless I concur."
"Okay!"
"I'm right here." His arms crossed in put-out annoyance.
Ivy gave him a cheeky grin and put her hands out wide. "And so you are!" She spoke over her shoulder, "My words stand, tiddlywinks." She gave them a wink, making them giggle. The woman had decided as long as Gary wanted to take over the school, well hell, he damn well could. The most that would happen to them is a bit of pushing around or maybe a gopher job or two. How exactly would it even affect her little family circle? Their fake parents had more sway on them than anyone else, especially for the next five years with her brothers, but she would at least be free of them after this year. That thought was the worst though, because she wished she could have control over the twins instead of those fakers. "So how are you, Smith?"
"I figured I'd come around and see how your day was." He said conversationally, smirking, slowly walking up to them and eyeing her and the boys in the teal preppie outfits once more. He honestly felt an instant measure of possession at the sight of teal. It was his colour in this school and very few wore it, mainly little kids and one or two seniors at the bachelor degree level whom he couldn't touch. They had something happen to it if he didn't want them to wear it.
A pile of itching powder here, a firecracker there...
Yes, teal was definitely his colour.
It was only fitting his little entrance into conning the preps over wore such a colour.
And how it suited her.
Unbelievably so.
His fingers had itched to reach out and touch the teal under its' tips. He enjoyed such a sight and had all day for the past four days. It made him giddy, possessive, his foot had tapped erratically and he wanted to finally get a start on persuading her to his side but patience and good timing had made him wait, letting her get used to the flow and ebb of Bullworth's craziness for a little bit. She'd gotten along well with a few girls, but he'd do his best to get her to stick to him so as to better use her. People didn't survive Bullworth long without friends, or at least allies they could depend on or someone to hold something over on.
He'd territorially keep her close and away from rampant rumours, bullying and dangerous pranks as long as her usefulness remained.
Ivy gave him a blank look. "…We're in the same classes. What do you want? To hang out? To scope?"
Honestly, she was far too seeing. He didn't remember letting any nodes of information out around her about trying to rule the school. Nor, when he'd focused on her during the breaks, had she been close to anyone that would have seen them together the first day and given her the heads up about him and his… tendencies. "Sure, why not? Because you're so fascinating." He taunted, sliding up to her and laying an arm about her shoulder, instantly wondering at the energy that buzzed between them. What the fuck was that? He'd have to try research it. "Maybe we should go 'hang out' in Old Bullworth Vale?"
"Which area is that?" Matt asked curiously, tugging on his jumper.
Gary looked down at the brat with a light sense of annoyance on his face for interrupting.
Tom joined in on tugging. "Yeah, which one?"
The annoyance doubled.
Tug. Tug.
"The north one? The left one?"
Tug. Tug.
"The right one? The one under that?"
Tug. Tug.
Gary narrowed his eyes at them warningly but used to such actions and having Ivy around to protect them, they grinned up at him.
Yank! Yank!
"Are you trying to date my sister?" They said together, questioning loudly.
"What?" Gary laughed at this mini inquisition he was getting, eyes flicking to Ivy, nose mere inches from hers, who'd heard this merry little byplay many times before and simply watched him, cocking her head with an amused look in her eyes. Huh, so they were playing around with him. "This woman? Maybe." He shrugged, squeezing her shoulder and leaning on her more, enjoying the flood of heat welling in him from touching her.
"You'll have to prove you're good enough." Matt stated adamantly with a nod.
Tom also nodded in agreement, looking strong. "Yeah, you better be able to protect her."
"And keep her happy."
"In all ways."
"In all ways?" The manipulative male felt her quake with laughter, taking in her widening grin she tried to hide behind a hand before he looked back at the two boys, wondering if he was hearing things. "In all ways? Did you just say 'in all ways' to me?" He looked at the twins, tapping his fingers against his leg inquisitively, wondering if they knew what that even meant.
"All!"
"Do you even know what 'all' is?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." She put a hand on his forearm, shaking her head with a slight grin. "Let's not go into the pleasurable intricacies of that to my twins, hmm Smith?" Shrugging out of Gary's chuckling hold, she put a hand on each shoulder, giving them a wink at their confusion and squeezing her hands. "C'mon, lads. Go complete any homework you have and I'll bring you back some snacks. Mumsy and papa would want you to be good."
Matt and Tom nodded in agreement. "Okay." They chimed, hugging her around the waist and grumbling as they each accepted the kiss on the cheek. "This is for you, sis!"
"Uh… Okay?" She waved goodbye and realised that today would have been considered Christmas Day. It was easy enough to forget considering it was Autumn. 'Fall. You're in the Americas, lass. You got away with an accent, but keep remembering to do your words and spellings their way.' She peered at the remaining male in interest, confident as always. "The Vale you say, mate? Let's go. I need to buy them a present to cheer them up some. Gotta give the family love, you know?"
"No, I don't." Gary bluntly replied, waving his hand in dismissal and looking after the two boys, watching them go back into the garage. "Greasers and Preppies hate each other." Her sudden alertness made him have to quickly grasp her wrist, nearly missing at her speed. His eyebrow rose at this but he tugged her close and up against him. "Speedy little loch ness monster, aren't you?" A sudden wariness and alarm crept over her features as she looked back the way they went, but he misinterpreted it as fear, not knowing of her martial arts and her actually trying to keep it hidden. "Calm down, Nessie. They won't hurt little kids. Trust me."
His mocking voice was pretty hard to trust.
Ivy supposed it probably wouldn't hurt to flatter him by doing so.
But they were her little twins.
Terror twins.
Known for being 'wee devils'.
'This is for you? My terror twins.' Her face lit up at the thought, causing his eyes to roam her, quietly absorbed. "They are my little terrors." She realised cheerfully, proud. "They'll be fine. Alrighty, I'll trust ya!" She exclaimed with a grin, hooking and arm through his and walking backwards, dragging him along with her. "Now watch and learn, pal."
Gary raised a brow before a large sound of firecrackers echoed through the air and yells of anger raced through clouds of smoke.
Shrieks of laughter emerged as the twins zoomed by them and raced off somewhere to the left of the main building, waving at her devilishly.
"Definitely fine. You were right. For me? Why, they shouldn't have!" She gave a confident cackle and turned to him with a wide smirk, putting hands on hips. "They definitely have to be rewarded for that one. Brave for not knowing if they'd get a beat down or not."
"Oh, well, aren't you in the know now, hmm?" The pill popper would have to keep his eyes open a bit more with the little terrors around. At least he had his new spunky Nessie by herself to manipulate. "C'mon, thistle. Let's hit the ice cream parlour and you can tell me all about yourself. We can drop your stuff off on the way." He flicked her books and papers under her upper arm.
Her eyebrows rose at the nickname. "Or you could bring yours. I'm fluent in Spanish. I can tutor for a while if you buy me ice cream or sorbet this time?" Ivy added with a sly grin.
"Aren't you the rich kid?" Gary rebutted while guiding them over the broken fence and giving her a hand up so she could hold onto her books, unknowingly surprise her at his ease of such a show of strength.
She stood next to him on the wall and waggled a finger. "Hey. First rule of money is never pay for it when you can get it for free, gorgeous. So?"
True.
Plus it'd get one class out the way.
Gary knew they'd be a waste of time.
He doubted he'd still be here by the end of it all to get the bachelor degree, if he even wanted one.
Then he thought on that for a short second.
What's the point ruling the school for all of a few months?
Not to mention his mother would likely want him to as, even if it was a crappy degree from Bullworth academy of all places, he'd still have one. It'd keep her off his back, him ruling the school and still be getting to lord it over the others. So he'd have to do some studying even though he knew it all. Which is where his new Nessie came in. He could probably tutor her or let her believe she was tutoring him. Though he didn't know Spanish as well as he should, so he supposed it would be an easy way to keep her around, especially if she was fluent, which was the rumour he'd heard.
"Alright, one ice cream coming up for the Lady Nessie!" He jumped down and held a hand out, smirking up at her in enjoyment as she laughed at him.
"Jones!"
Ivy didn't register the surname for a second before it clicked a split-second later that it was her surname being called out but she blinked confusedly at Gary when she heard the faux English accent. "Who?" A blonde in aquaberry clothing stepped up to the duo. She recognised him when Gary murmured the males surname under his breath, eyes narrowed in crafty imaginings and completely locked onto the approaching male. She took Gary's outstretched hand, catching his attention and he easily let go to grasp her around the waist and slightly brush her down his body as she came down to solid ground. Ivy gave him a warning look at his smugly satisfied look before turning to the new male she'd yet to meet. "Derby Harrington? A pleasure to meet you."
Derby gave her an attentive look. "I hadn't realised you were Scottish." His eyes went to the other party member and narrowed, most likely wondering what they were doing together.
"I had a previous tutor who was Scottish and this is somewhat embarrassing but, uh…" The two boys gave her attentive looks. "I liked his accent and began to copy it. Of course he was teasing at first but eventually began giving me help with the voice as well and after a year, it stuck." She rubbed the back of her neck, playing it up a little. Derby chuckled but Gary was staring intensely at her face, as if he felt like she was lying and was trying to figure out how to trip her up. "Yours, too, seems a bit English?"
"The same, near-about. One of my, soon to be our, fellow group members has a very put on accent that I've gradually picked up myself."
Gary liked the sound of 'soon to be our'. It meant she really was going to be his way into their confidences. Excellent.
Ivy grinned in camaraderie, giving him an open frank look. "Quite easy, isn't it?"
Derby chuckled and put a hand to his hip. "I rather like you, Jones. There'll be a party at the weekend in three weeks at Harrington House. Saturday, I think I'll make it. Do come along, won't you?"
"I'd be delighted."
Derby looked at Gary. "I'm not without manners; you're welcome to come with Miss Jones if she'll have you." A small pause came about as Derby stared at the other male in thought. "Tell me, your grandfather is the Vale Businessman, isn't he?" He asked doubtfully, looking for a good enough reason to invite him over without regretting it. To his surprise the school's ADD boy nodded and he wondered why Gary had been hiding this little fact when he could have easily been challenging Derby himself for role of leader of the Preppies. His own father had done many deals with the Vale Businessman. It would have been very good business to be in with the next biggest wealth amassed family of Bullworth, especially if he'd be the heir who'd also seemed to have an eye on the newest Preppie to be. They'd work wonderfully together if Smith was the heir to Vale Businessman.
However, Smith was a very old and widely used surname - probably the most popular western name there was, so he could forgive himself for not getting the connection straight away. Yet, now he looked, he did see the resemblance with the rather angry countenance the two generations held. Another thing he noticed was the closeness that was between the Jones woman and Smith. Smith, somewhat notorious for hating those being too near to him (Derby idly remembered a scene a couple years ago where the male literally pushed over the two people in front and behind him for being 'too close to his desk and space' when it had always been the same distance as it ever was), only touched others when he wanted them to and never let them linger in his bubble.
Well, apart from that one time with that Longley girl, so it was very curious he was even allowing Ivy Jones anywhere near him.
Yet, now he looked properly… In fact, it was startlingly alike to Longley. He was already looking at her in a way one would look at a favourite treat before watchful eyes drifted to him and stayed glued to his own sharp amber coloured eyes, protective and dark and calculating.
Derby stilled and suddenly felt he should warn the new girl before Smith got his claws in her. All the Bullworth Smith's were like that, his father remarked once. Once they got their claws into you they didn't let go, and you were sucked into their empire. Vale Businessman was like that with his companies, his property and his people. That Gary may have picked this up from a young age after living with the Vale Businessman, frighteningly intelligent as he knew Gary to be, was no big leap to jump. Was it too late to warn her? How far did the two go back?
"Have you just started Bullworth?"
"I just arrived last weekend."
Derby smiled as Gary's eyes narrowed. There was time. Good. "So no one here is known to you?"
"No."
Even better.
A little sneer began on Smith's face, as their resident manipulative trickster snappily understood what Derby was trying to do. "If you need anything, do come to me. Harrington House would gladly welcome you at any time."
Ivy was surprised at this invitation, not registering Gary's presence slowly drawing nearer and nearly ducking over her domineeringly as anything to be worried about. She automatically turned some degrees to keep him in the corner of her eye but making it look like she was merely readjusting her pose. "I'm grateful, Derby. I could use a few more friends in this madhouse."
Derby held his hand out and when she went to shake it, the blond instead brought it to his lip, kissing her knuckles delicately and she forced herself to look a bit femininely embarrassed rather than amused. Spanish men had more charisma and her latest ex had been a gorgeous specimen seven years older and very attentive to the affection and lust between them. A pang of heartache flushed through her before she pushed it away. No Prospero now. "Have a good afternoon, Miss Ivy Jones." He smiled, oozing charm, and walked away with a swagger in his step.
Gary hated watching that, watching Derby nearly slather over her hand, but loved that his plans had come about so swiftly. And to easily lie about being related to that businessman fucker in Old Vale? Easy. It's true he hadn't met the man he should call 'grandfather' before so there was the possibility. His father had been in Happy Volts for years and his mother wasn't from any type of wealthy background… so how did they have that huge two story house and keep up with the bills without his mother working? He had never cared about that, thinking it some kind of inheritance, but this did bring up some possibilities now Derby had brought it up.
He'd have to investigate.
"Let's go, Nessie."
His words were cold without meaning to be.
"Sure, luvvie." She eyed him warily, taking in his tense stature before touching her fingertips to his back to get him moving when it seemed he went into his own thoughts. He jerked and swiftly changed their positions so he was the one with the hand on her back and she wondered at the weird dominating urge he held as he moved her along, slightly leaning over her once more. This caused her to blink up at his inwardly thoughtful face that wasn't paying attention to her. She hadn't realised how, well, big he was. Nearing six foot, and he still had a few more years of puberty to go through. There must have been at least an extra fifty to seventy pounds on him compared to her and he had broad shoulders to make him seem bigger as well.
Her fingers twitched into a fist before she purposefully began relaxing them.
She almost wondered if she should find some way to put him in his place, or to just let him go about his plans without thinking her a threat.
The Brit had questioned her boys after Monday classes and they'd spilled as much as they could remember, but for being twelve years olds they couldn't recall as much as she'd liked and there was probably instances in the cut scenes the twins didn't fully get that she would, being slightly older and wiser and able to see the unspoken things. Scenes that would have an extra meaning that would bypass them completely. Stuff she really needed to know. She knew from scoping the net he wanted the school and that he had manipulated all the heads of cliques, so messing with a new chick wasn't out of his powers and certainly something he'd do.
Gary Smith.
What were his plans for her?
Stating she needed to grab a bag, he was sending her off as he went stealing someone's bike and then demanding she meet him back at the gates. Ivy glowered at him but did so, actually kinda wanting sorbet. She hopped on the back and rushing out the school. The speed quickly ended as he got half way over the bridge. After the slow pedalling lasted till the end of the bridge, she yawned. "Mate, you are slow. Pick up the pace, scar!"
Gary grunted, kicking it up a notch to shut her up. "Maybe you're fat?"
"You won't be seeing, but that's muscle, luvvie. Muscle. Let's not forget the fact I am innately awesome. That's a heavy load to bear." She cracked, grinning down at the back of his head.
He looked back at the perpetually amused woman with raised brows. "I'd like to disagree there, doll. I'm carrying around a load of bitch for ice cream."
"Bitching for ice cream, eh?"
"Canadian, eh?"
"Well, as an honorary Scot, our Queen does rule us both and legally own a sixth of the worlds' land mass. If I want to stick and 'Eh' on the end of my sentences, then up yours." She said in a mock pompous tone, laughing at his roll of the eyes.
"I'd rather up yours, doll."
Ivy burst out laughing. "Any non gay would, babe."
Gary made a sound of distaste. "Babe?"
"What, so doll's any better is it?" Ivy scoffed, laying her left arm vertical while holding her head in her right hand and yawned again, yelping when Gary jolted his shoulder and she bit her tongue. "Fucking wanker!" She grappled him around the neck. "The hell was that for?!"
"Get off, woman! It's not on purpose! Your damn elbow dug into my muscle." He growled, but there was a spark of hilarity in him at her reaction.
As if the shrimp of a girl could do anything to him.
"Oh, right." Ivy blinked and loosened her hold, but it tightened again at the words she heard next and the tensing in his shoulders. There was something in her that recognised he could very well be manipulating her knowing she was holding on, and there was a similar part that recognised he was just a kid who was supposed to be fifteen and probably hadn't even left this small town in New England. It was hard to figure out which side held more weight and which she should listen to.
"Boy's nothing but trouble." Some woman muttered loudly, walking on with a sneer in her step. "And his mother's a whore…"
"The fuck did that bitch say about my buddy?" She glowered, leaning over him as if he needed protection, faking it to get close to him. Let him think she was easy to manipulate.
Gary had to wonder at his fortune. So easy. How precious. The ache of possession gripped a little harder knowing he'd made the right choice and a coil of pleasure sank low in his belly at the prospect of her leaning against him. A thrill of electric shuddered through him at her angry breathing against his neck and the skin of her hand against it too, and his mind flew with different prospects of different positions. Now that was dangerous territory. The pills kept him calm and docile and simply put he couldn't feel much. It was probably why the pills let him think somewhat clearly instead of a scrambled mess of instinct versus want he couldn't differentiate between that he was starting to feel from her getting close. "Fuck her. Nessie, we have ice cream to gorge on." He sped away quickly, making her sit down hard on the back end of the seat and he grabbed a flailing arm before she fell off, tucking it around his waist. "Nice balance, moron."
Ivy held onto his waist and dug her chin painfully into his back on a pressure point, making him writhe a little. "Shut up. Why'd you let her say that shit?"
"As if what some dumb hag on the street said means anything to me."
"You'll get that blond bitch back though right?"
"Did you ever have any doubts?" Gary remarked derisively as they finally reached the damn ice cream bar, causing her to grin.
Ivy jumped off and looked around her and grinning when she spied the toy shop. "Hey, order me mango sorbet, I'll grab the twins something from there." She ignored his irritable look. "Twin boys… Twin boys… of twelve… Holy terrors…"
"Slingshots?"
"Took the words right outta my mouth, Gary." She winked as she walked backwards before turning and crossing the road.
Gary snorted at that. "Bullshit. I'll be in the corner of the bar!" He called to her back and she raised a hand in acknowledgment. He shook his head, pondering what to do next to coax her to his side more absolutely. While during the week they'd worked once or twice together in class, he couldn't get a sure grip on her angle. Her actions were too fluid, too unpredictable. He didn't like that, but he reassured himself that he was simply too used to the obvious cliques. That was all. It was a good thing she was around. He nodded to himself, deciding he might as well get that Biology crap out the way.
Actually getting into it, because he was dong higher level shit then required to try and catch that damn teacher out because he was sure that teacher was just double-dealing them at being a real teacher, he didn't realise she'd appeared and was eating the ordered items.
She slowly ate her lemon sorbet, watching him work, absorbed and intent. The body of a man, the intelligence of a genius and the mind of a boy with the plots of a dictator. The Scot smile to herself wryly. Men like that were far and few in between. It was probably a very good thing too. She peered out the shop, staring at the setting sun for the next twenty minutes. Just as real as her world, but there was something off about the world, ever since she'd gotten here. Not any less real, but it was like her eyes were different. Her head felt clearer, more precise than before. This world was fabulously clean cut.
Maybe that's what it was meant to be?
She wondered what underground mobs were here and if they intended for everything to look so morally perfect. The Vale Businessman might rule one? Her mouth pursed. She didn't like this… smoothness. It was too nice. "Disgusting, really." She murmured. A rip made her look around to see Gary's stare locked onto her. "Hmm?"
"What is?"
"This place. It's not… gritty enough." Ivy took a dainty bite from her sorbet before discontent settled into her stomach. "Don't you think? Like those happy fifties posters." She took another gulp before putting her spoon down; wondering what had gotten into her. She'd never been so derisive to a mere place before. She'd always had a bit of an aggressive problem in her love of fighting and dominating her opponent, that it was coming out now was probably due to her life in the past days acting like nothing was wrong. That she hadn't just left her own fucking universe. "Whatever. Look, let's just get Spanish done."
Gary leaned back. "What's got you so tightly wound, doll? PMS-ing already?"
She ran a hand through her hair and wondered if she really couldn't get back. If there really wasn't any way possible. "Yeah. I'm bleeding old skin, blood and egg because my uterus is literally trying to kill itself. Can we get on with it before I take out the non-existent tampon from my cunny and shove it down your throat, please." It wasn't a question.
Gary smirked at her crudeness, saying lightly, "Alright, alright, keep that non-existent shit away from me." He pulled his banana split towards him. The choice was alright, he supposed, not really caring what he ate, but now that sorbet looked good. "Like these?" He gave her the bright red glazed cherry which she took eagerly by the stem. "Don't like them."
"Love 'em." She stuck her tongue out, balancing the cherry on it before sucking it in. She munched around the pip and looking around the place, knowing he was looking at her mouth a little too interestedly. Neon lights, typical fifties looking bar and some Hispanic man now serving, looking bored. She wanted a drink now. "Hey, mister! Can I have a cream soda over here please? Do you want a cream soda, Gary?"
He didn't really take that in, looking at the stem she was absently fiddling with, rubbing the stem somewhat suggestively. "Sure." He mumbled, playing with his own rounded bowl.
"Cool. Make that two please, good looking!" The man smiled at that, giving her a wink.
"Coming up, beautiful!"
That snapped him out of his sudden daydreaming fantasy. "Doesn't he seem happy." Gary wasn't unkind in words, but did seem unhappy with the byplay.
Well, he'd have to try harder if he wanted to use her.
"All in a days' work, babe."
The man came up and placed the cans down. "Here you are, beautiful. A cream soda for each of you. Your boyfriend doesn't look too happy." He grinned at her, light green eyes shining in amusement.
She waved that away, cracking open the can for Gary seeing as he was busy glaring at the pair of them for speaking in another language he could barely understand. She took a sip before pushing it over to him. That was good cream soda. "He's naturally a moody bastard. Don't worry, good looking." She smiled up at him politely, not interested in attracting a male towards her when she had her hands full with this one. "You men need a good teasing every once in a while. Thanks by the way."
The man scoffed at that. "The names Diego. Come around anytime. Maybe I'll give you a free scoop or two, baby girl."
"I may do so."
Diego stroked under her chin, flirty as hell and uncaring of the boyfriend, and strolled off.
Ivy turned to Gary looking blank but she simply sat back against the sofa, hands intertwined behind her head and looked smug, chin up and smirk on. "Looks like I may get some free ice cream if I time it right. Or kinky sex. Either way, it's all good."
Gary was too busy thinking how to get that Latino bastard away from a main part of one of his plans to take much notice. He was dwelling along the lines of laxatives when she went to visit him right about now and the chances of using someone to plant them on the quiet.
"Hey."
"…"
"Don't blank me, scar."
Gary scowled at her for that. "Can't believe you flirted with such a loser." He remarked with an unimpressed look. "So much better around, like right in front of you."
"Oh, really?" Ivy raised a brow in amusement. "Now why would I want you?"
"You and me, we could rule the school." He said, sounding very certain of himself as he leaned forward, pointing at her with the spoon. "We'd have fun twisting them around our fingers."
"That dump? You want that shit?" Ivy leaned in and the gulped a huge mouthful of sorbet down, unhappily finishing her meal. "Have fun with that, babycakes. Enjoy your shit. I'll happily sit back and watch the show. Maybe give you a hand every now and then."
He rolled his eyes exasperatedly at the stupidity he felt was coming from her, finishing his own dessert off. "That's 'Gary's shit' to you. Thanks."
"Territorial already?"
"When it's mine, it's always mine." Gary smirked darkly, eyes glinting. "Just remember that." He grabbed the can and chugged the whole thing down at once before she could even touch hers to open it. How the hell do men even do that? Not a single girlfriend of hers could do that. Nor would they want to, really. He scrambled their stuff together and threw it in her bag, throwing it over his shoulder and grabbing her wrist. "C'mon. Grab your drink. Times getting on. I'm good at sneaking but let's not push it when it comes to your talents." Pressing some cash into, ugh, that man's hands on the way out, he led her to the bike, giving her a vaguely good attempt at innocently smiling.
"Yeah, yeah." Ivy let herself be led, glad to be going back after such an odd trip and sighing with a shake of the head as he ignored her, intent on his own thing, swiftly throwing as leg over the bike. "Whatever, scar."
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A/N:Thanks for the hits, but please review too :) I'd love to hear your thoughts on my version of the characters and the new ones :D Any questions? Any corrections I need to make? Also, can someone explain the visitors and viewers thing to me? I haven't written on here for years so this new graph is a might bit boggling for me. Surely visitors and views would be the same thing?
No reviews this time, so no one to thank at the bottom here :( Sad times, people.
One more thing, I was in Germany for two months doing a very basic learning of the language before I posted the first chapter of this so it make me happy to see viewers from Germany reading my work :D :D :D! Long live Germany! You guys are amazing and wonderful and omfg hugs to you all!
Much love for all,
LaRS.
