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Disclaimer: I don't own Bully in any shape or form, just my OC Cody Pepper.

Chapter 4

Punching Bag Barbie

Ever get that feeling, where you wished your head would explode, so you didn't have to listen to some shallow bulimic cheerleader? Yeah, I got a whole crate of that. I sat on the sofa, with my feet up on the coffee table, in the common room in the girl's dorm, minding my own business. Then, I heard her. Some full of herself cheerleader, acting like she was the campus queen or some crap. She reminded me of a Barbie doll, 'cause she was so fake and air headed.

"Oh my god, you are so not wearing fish nets," Cheerleader Barbie said, as she noticed me sitting there. "Like, nobody wears those anymore."

I shot her 'just try and push me, and I'll kick your ass' look. "Yeah, I am. Or are you blind?" I said. "And, says who?"

"I do! Like, we know you're trailer park trash and everything, but like have the decency to dress right, so none of us have to look at that mess," Mandy said, gesturing at my hair and fishnets.

I put my feet down on the ground, then stood up. "So, you want me to dress like you? Maybe go upstairs and stick my fingers down my throat while I'm at it? Nah, if dressing like you is right, then I'm glad that I'm..." I said, pretending to think. "Oh, that's right; trailer park trash." I smirked at her, then strolled over to the vending machine to get some Beam Cola. I had money, because Mum had given me $100, to spend on anything I needed.

"If you want to fit in here, then you like totally have to learn the rules," Cheerleader Barbie said, like her word was final.

"Yeah, I'll totally listen to you," I said, finishing with a scoff.

I headed off to find my dorm with my soda, it was on the ground floor, right near the side entrance. I'm glad I'm not next to the washing room though, those washing machines would get on my frickin' nerves. I was sharing with some redheaded girl, she seemed alright, not like those dumbass cheerleaders. I lay down on my bed, and drank my soda.

"Hey," my roommate said to me. She was sat on her bed, reading a magazine called 'Punk Chick.'

"Hey," I replied, nodding my head.

"Was that the last soda in the machine?" my roommate asked me.

"Nah," I said. "But, I wouldn't bother, Cheerleader Barbie is out there."

She laughed. "Clever nickname. Mandy gets on my nerves, when she first met me, she called me Trailer Park."

I nearly choked on my soda. I looked at her again. She did look familiar. "You live in a trailer park to?" I asked, completely surprised.

"Nah, a house in Blue Skies," she said.

I knew for a fact a girl named Zoe Taylor lived there, but she never really got involved with us. She wanted to have a career and go to school. That's alright for some, I guess.

"Zoe?" I asked, wondering if this was the girl.

"Yeah?" she asked. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

"It's Cody. I hang with the Townies," I said, surprised that it was her.

Her eyes widened when she realised it was me. "Woah, cool. Nice to have another Sky Blues girl around. You know Edgar right? I used to have such a thing for him."

"You'd have to get past his bitch Omar first," I joked. We both laughed.

After that, I decided to get ready for bed. Today was mostly so frickin' boring, I'm surprised I didn't sleep walk through it. I walked up the stairs to find the bathroom. Most of the other girls were getting ready for bed too. That loser Mandy or whatever, was stood near the sink, not using it, just talking to some shallow brunette.

"Move out the way, loser!" I said, elbowing her out the way.

"Ow!" Mandy yelled. "Like, how rude! You should totally learn your place Trailer Trash."

I faked a yawn. "You are so interesting," I said, in a really bored tone.

"I'm surprise you even know what a bathroom is, I bet you have a bucket in your trailer," Mandy mocked. She enjoyed it, when her little cheerleader friends laughed at me.

"Yeah, because lifting pompoms, and hooking up with half the football team makes you soo tough," I said, turning it back on her. Of course, I was stereotyping, but she is a stereotypical cheerleader.

"What did you cut your hair with? A lawnmower?" Mandy sniped. Again, she smiled when she laughed.

I smirked at her. "You know what, I was going to insult you. But, better yet, I'll just show you how we deal with bitches like you," I said. I then punched her straight in the face.

Mandy screamed, then her hands clasped over her eye. "You are soo going to regret this!" Mandy threatened. She then left with her friends.

The other girls looked at me amazed. There was a overweight girl with short brown hair, Zoe, and a girl with a bob hair cut. Zoe looked like she actually wanted to laugh.

"No one ever stands up to Mandy," the girl with the bob said. "I'm Lola, by the way."

"Cody," I replied.

"Well, Cody, thanks for punching Mandy, I hate her," Lola said. "I've always wanted to, but I don't want to break a nail."

"No probs," I said, casually.

After that, it was time for the usual beauty check. Roots - not showing. Red dye - bright red. Zits - one or two. Bags under eyes - heck yeah. Nails - cut so short there's no white parts showing. Yep, all sorted. I showered, the fact that there was hot water gave me a shock. I wasn't used to it. Spent some time on the can, I'll spare you the details. Brushed my teeth, then combed my hair. Returned to the dorm, to change into my PJs. Well, actually, it was a black tshirt with a white skull picture on it. I got it last Christmas. I usually wore that over my underwear. Well, normally, I'd wear what ever shirt I was wearing that day over underwear. But, that wasn't an option here. I couldn't sleep in my uniform.