((TRYING SOMETHING DIFFERENT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN SO BOUGHT BACK BY THE WALKING DEAD SEASON 1 ENDING I'M SORRY. ))

'He'll be here in a couple of hours, Zo,' Jess croaked. It was a Tuesday; a windy Tuesday at that. Some of the girls, including Jess, were up on the roof, awaiting the man that almost ruined one of their entire lives. Zoey was pretty calm about it. It had been two weeks after the assembly and she had kept a brave face, if not, a smile at times. She talked about it once in the short time she had gotten to know Jess. She knew the story. She knew it all. It had been a manipulation of some kind to her, though. She had used the story to become one of the girls. They knew who she hung out with, and they didn't like the fact that she was already hanging out with the one guy in the school that had successfully slipped past the warnings and went straight for them within his first year. Even Mandy was a bit torn by his behavior, but it wasn't getting to Jess, and as long as the girls kept their mouths shut about it, then their friendships was considered golden.

'What do I care?' Zoey swung her head around sharply, eyebrows in a slight frown and her edgy tone trying to mix in with her usual, loud voice. Of course, it skipped past her that the sentence she had thought she yelled came out as a faint whisper, loud enough for the other five girls on the roof to hear.

'Sorry. I thought that-' the other girls turned and gave Jess a look, beaming with bloodshot eyes. It made her hesitate and turn the other direction, so she changed the question entirely, 'Well, do you want to go inside? We've been up here for hours and soon enough, the weather will turn colder, an-' She turned to see the girls staring at something. She heard a male voice in the background, but she knew who it was already. She didn't bother turning her head. She knew Mr. Burton was here. Though she couldn't help but smile, though it came off as a seedy smile to the rest of the girls. She stopped herself from laughing and excused herself. The rest of them just sighed and waved the emotionless goodbyes. It had been an edgy two weeks for all of them. She accepted the challenge to make it even worse, if possible. They're not going to ruin Halloween for me, she breathed as she sluggishly walked her way over to the garage.

Jimmy was tired. Really tired. He had just finished his last couple of errands for Mr. Galloway, and he can safely say that his commitment to Lola was in fact, something that he was proud to admit. Earlier on, before Mr. Galloway had disturbed his somewhat decent afternoon, Ms. Phillips told Jimmy her plans on leaving school later on tonight. As much as he knew it would break Galloway's heart, dammit, he broke hers first! And Jimmy hadn't agree with that. He had swung by her classroom before leaving the main building a couple of minutes to discover her desk cleared, and a note left for Galloway. Ms. Phillips was his favorite teacher, in fact, not just his; maybe the whole schools. He gave up. He was feeling low with all the recent events, and with Halloween just around the corner, he didn't want to be anywhere near this place. Jimmy wanted to go and see the one person that never gave up on him, no matter how it would end.

Petey hadn't move from his spot for a long time. It may have even been a couple of hours, he didn't know nor care. He just sat, one leg crossed over the other, drinking a beam cola, in a corner on the football field. Not so much on the football field, more behind the stone walls of the stands to avoid being noticed. He had already been beaten up today, it won't happen again. He had so many bruises; so many scars from being beaten all these years from the people he was forced to call his classmates. He scrunched his face at that. He hated calling them his classmates. He shook his head and moved along the wall a little. He saw a couple of them on the field, but non that were more interesting than his own company. He rolled his eyes. I'm gonna have to wait until they leave the fucking field to even consider leaving he thought.

Gary frowned. He was waiting for Mr. Burton to arrive, but he had his own plans. Everyone was ready for his arrival, but Gary wasn't. Mainly because he didn't care all that much - he'd love to see something happen to that Zoey tramp again. Karma Gary supposedly thought - he did it to her in the beginning because she deserved it. He smiled to himself, but that quickly faded as soon as he saw Jimmy walk out out of the main building. He was looking down, however that seemed to piss Gary off nevertheless. Where the fuck is femme-boy and Jess? He huffed. As soon as he caught Jimmy's attention accidentally, Gary rolled his eyes, turned on his heels and trenched back to the dorms. He stopped dead in his tracks though, to the sound of a car door slamming five feet away. Gary snarled and looked at his face. Mr. Burton's smile was back as he breathed in some surrounding air - wouldn't label it clean air as such. His smug-ass mustache still sitting there - smack bang under his nose, his eyes wide and beating; he was also wearing a track suit. Where ever the hell he went, he probably wore one there too. Does he ever take the fucking thing off? Gary wanted to hurt him - so much. Some parts of him probably wanted to kill him; instead he just turned and continued his journey to the dorms.

It had been about half an hour. All the remaining jocks had cleared into the gym to try and "surprise" the coach. Why would they even bother? They made him out to be some sort of god. The only one that Petey ever really appreciate was Ted - he was half decent, at least. He took a stand in the assembly, which made Petey appreciate him even more. However, he didn't want to think about it too much - he wanted to get off the field before anyone could be able to actually see him. He shifted his legs in front of him and hands on the ground beside him.

He heard some excitable cheering going on inside, so he found it was his queue to leave. He heaved his weight off of the ground. He remembered his can of beam cola next to him. He kicked it a bit; on the walls, the tables and chairs, and the benches. It got a bit loud, or loudER, so he simply picked it up and threw it into the nearest trash can. Impressed, he nodded to himself. He began walking up the stairs, which is where he froze. On the spot. In fear. He heard it; the thump thump thump on the ground, matching his heartbeat, although he felt his heart was in the lead. He went up a couple more steps, and then a couple more, continuing his quiet journey until he realized he was up the stairs and drawing closer to the source. He saw an opportune moment and slid up next to the wall to begin examining. It was a jock, a small one. His body language made him seem relaxed, but equally angry. He was throwing a basketball at the wall in front of him, but he lost balance of it and it bounced away in the other direction, Petey's direction. He froze again, but he needed to move fast. As the jock turned and picked up another ball, Petey admired him, his face. It was Kirby Olsen. Petey had heard from Christy that he was dating the Bully gang's pimple king, Trent Northwick. I was honestly disgusted, but I can see how Trent fell for him. He was attractive and probably the more humane of them all. He turned around after retrieving the ball and turned to the hoop. Petey thawed out and just began to casually walk away from the edge of the building he was hanging off of; carelessly watching the one person the he hates play basketball. He tried being as quiet as he could, but to no avail. Petey was already pissed off today, he needed an escape. Gary had been pushing him too far, and with Jess with the other girls on the roof, he really had no one at that time.

'Oh hey femme-boy!' I hear from my right ear. I turn to Kirby to see him smirking. 'Wanna shoot some hoops with me, girly?'

Petey gritted his teeth in anger. It was about time the bully got what he had coming to him for a long time. 'Go screw your double-timing boyfriend; I'm sure he'd enjoy that, Olsen!' Oh fuck. Petey covers his mouth in pure regret and guilt… Maybe even a bit of shame. That was something I wasn't supposed to say. That isn't what I was going to say! Kirby's eyebrows turn into a frown and his teeth starting to grit.

'W-what?!' As dangerous and as obviously angry he was, there was some sort of hurt there. He looked Petey in the eyes for a second and then calmed himself.

'Why aren't you in there?' Petey hesitantly tried to break the emotionally distressed silence.

'I don't want to throw a tea party with you, go play with your sociopath.' He mumbled angrily as he turned.

'Kirby, I know that it won't mean much but I'm sorry. It wasn't what I had in mind to say.'

'Whatever, you better go before they see you here.' That made him stop. He refrained from throwing the basketball in the hoop, swinging the ball under his armpit. He pulled a confused face as he turned to face Petey. 'Um, why are you here?'

Petey angrily sighed. 'Errands, I was down on the field for ages waiting for the damned team to move.' He looked down, and then a thought popped into his mind. 'Hey, why aren't you beating me up yet?' Kirby pulled a face.

'I don't always want to beat people up.'

'Uh, I hate to break it to you, but yes, you do actually.' Petey rolled his eyes, repeated what he had just said back in his mind. He was being cocky and spiteful. Just like Gary.

Kirby looked annoyed now, as spiteful as Petey did. 'Fine, maybe I do. I suppose with that mouth, you want some poundcake then?'

'Uh,' Petey looked around for something to say. 'You didn't answer my question from before. Why aren't you in there with your teammates?'

'They aren't my teammates anymore. They literally broke my nose when they found out I was practically in love with a dude. Anyway,' Kirby sighed. 'I was waiting for Trent, but I guess I got stood up.' He kicked the ground a little bit.

'Sorry I told you, well, like that anyway.'

'Someone had to.'

'So,' Petey couldn't help but look at his bloody face from before. 'Nobody told you? Almost the entire school found out.'

'They're bastards, honestly.'

'Why is your face bloody?'

'The team only found out a couple of hours ago. I don't know how they did, but, whatever.'

'I better get back then,' Petey mumbled. 'I've been on the field for hours; Gary'll want me for a punching bag by the time I get back.' Petey found that as an excuse to leave, but was reluctant to. He felt the need to do something to spite everyone. He stopped under the sign that represented the gym from the school. He couldn't help it.

'Kirby,' Petey anxiously twisted his fingers together. This is the first time he had ever spited someone, but he felt that Kirby had a right to know. 'Um, i-it was Jimmy. I'm sorry.' Petey may have been sorry, but he definatley wasn't shocked, and the way Kirby looked, Petey could tell he wasn't either.

~walktallforinjustice

[This took forever to upload and I'm sososososos sorry! just... THE WALKinG DEAD LEE WHyyy]

btw, Kirbby may seem out of character for these next couple of chapters, along with Gary AND Petey, but you'll find out later. Any mistakes I'll go over later, I just wanted this out :)