Welcome To Baker High

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Chapter Three, My Rules

I twisted my lip, kind of staring off into space as the jock went through my pockets. I'd tied my hair back in a long ponytail, this day and I was really beginning to wish I hadn't. For some strange reason, I think it drew attention to how tiny I am. Tiny. Small. De-fense-lessss.

I sighed, "Y'know, I don't lie when I say I got nothin'."

"Shut-up!"

"Sure."

After moments of searching, Banes, as I'd so politely come to know him, triumphantly pulled out a half bag of Skittles, and immediatley passed them out amongst his friends.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I warned

"And why not, short stuff?"

Ignoring the fact that they insulted my height, I shut my eyes and smirked, "Coz the last time I brought Skittles was about five months ago."

Skittles went flying out of their mouths.

He lifted me by the collar of my shirt, and in a heartbeat I realized my feet weren't touching the ground. needless to say... I'm pretty freakin' mad/a-bit-teensy-weensy-scared.

"I'm not lying, smartass, gimme your money!"

"When I'm grounded I don't GET money!"

"And I'm wondering why the hell thats my problem?"

"Cuz you don't get any money, Smart One."

His meaty fist punched the locker inches from my face and I flinched. His fist retracted, and it was coming right towards me, and I'm sure as hell he isn't gonna miss.

'Well,' I thought, 'maybe a black eyes all I need for my mom to let me drop out.'

I shut my eyes, but nothing came. Something spiky, but soft brushed against my face. Cautiously, I opened an eye. And then another.

Brown/black gelled hair had been poking my face... Because Ian Snyder's back was to me. I peered around him (as I was too short to peer over him), and saw twenty dollars between his long fingers, outstretched towards Leonard. I felt a pink flush creep up towards my cheeks.

Leonard smirked, grabbing the bills, "Two weeks fist-free for her. I don't know about you, though, Snyder." He said and walked off down the hall.

Ian turned to me. He was about to say something, but then caught my look and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"What?" I replied, angrily.

"Your face is red! I just saved your life!"

"Who asked you to!"

I spun on my heel. The 'Exit' door sounded lovely right about now.

"Jade!"

I kept walking, singing a little song in my head.

"Jade!"

This time, I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he stood before me, "I don't know anything about you. I really don't. All I know is that if you try and be a Tough-Ass around here, here's a heads up for you- It DOESN'T work! You and your old school probably had no system of this whatsoever, but at Baker, you either keep your mouth SHUT or you can have a fist in it, and if you don't like it." He took a deep breath, "Well that's too bad."

I glared at him, "Yeah, exactly... TOO BAD!"

I turned around, then stopped. Reaching into the hidden pocket inside my black mesh vest, I pulled out two tens, and shoved them at Ian.

"I owe you nothing now."

I turned again. This time nobody or nothing stopped me.

I knew that his treatment was undeserved, but I had too much pride.

But I still won't admit it.

AIRY: There you go. Hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter is underway! And Jade's being a brat, I know,
but next chap is mainly 'bout Ian.

Ciao, Diligodea