Bobbi twiddled her thumbs in the back of the small car. She was sure that Olivia could feel her nervously trembling through the soft leather seats. Bobbi gulped quietly, leaning against the shiny wood panel that covered the armrest.
"This is a really nice car." Bobbi blurted, breaking the awkward silence with the first sentence to pop into her head.
"Thank you, Barbara, it was left to me and my brother after our parents died." Bobbi felt like slapping herself. She probably would have if she hadn't known Olivia would look at her like an idiot. For some reason, Bobbi thought that would be even worse than being threatened by George.
"Uhm, so you're... you are an... a-" Bobbi stumbled over her sentence, as the car rumbled underneath her.
"An orphan? Yes, my parents died in a plane crash. I'm not sad about it really. They went to a much better place. I do miss them though."
"Well, at least your parents have an excuse to not see you. My dad is never home, his new job keeps him busy all day and most of the night." Bobbi sighed and leaned forward into her seat belt cradling her chin in her hands.
"I'm sorry about that. Wait," Olivia said, turning her perfectly arched brows up in a confused line. "What about your mother?"
"She's even worse." Bobbi muttered, glancing out the softly tinted car window. "They aren't bad or anything, just ...busy. They won't even notice I stayed over at your house today. Long as I'm home before three in the morning, they won't know I was missing. I have everything I could ever want. Sure, we aren't rich, but if I ask for anything my papa will give me the money for it and a hug. My mom tells me every morning when she drops me off for school that she loves me. They just don't have the time. They're overcompensating I guess." Bobbi continued, almost considering being angry. She decided against it, it wasn't really her parents fault. "We were dirt, I mean it literally, dirt poor back in Bulgaria. Here they are working hard to never have to live through that again."
"Barbara, you can stay with me whenever you are lonely." Olivia smiled, taking Bobbi's small finger-less gloved hand. "The bible says when your mother and father forsake you, then He will take you up. I believe that, and a friend will always have an open door."
Bobbi was reduced to stunned, and red-faced, silence. She could swear she was supposed to be breathing. And, she was also sure that this car had been a lot bigger a few seconds ago. Bobbi felt hot, like there wasn't enough oxygen in the cramped vehicle. Her heart was thudding and she knew that it probably sounded like a disco to Olivia. Bobbi giggled at the thought of her heart playing disco. She had always liked metal and tronic herself.
"What kind of music do you like?" Bobbi asked, grinning, still stifling giggles at the thought of disco dancing in her chest.
"I like Opera, my mother was a soprano and she was amazing."
"Really? So can you sing too?"
"Yes, I am the leading soloist in the girl's choir. I'll let you hear me sing. You might even like it. We're here, come on."
HELLSINGHELLSING
The school bell rang as small herds, separated by social status, chatted outside in the school yard. Olivia stood underneath the school sign, and next to her was Bobbi.
Bobbi was red faced again. It had been fun spending the evening at Olivia's house, but she had to say that this was embarrassing. Instead of her normal, punk, style, Bobbi was draped in a beautiful beige blouse and a pair of black designer black slacks.
'Oh why the hell did I agree to wear this?' Bobbi grumbled, her heart doing summersaults. Olivia had given her this outfit as a present to welcome her into her circle. It was in no way 'Her', but it did look good in a clean way. However, her spiky purple hair took away from the affect, as did the loose black tie she was wearing over it. 'I can't look too frilly, it's just not me.'
Today, being with Olivia was starting out nice. She had learned a lot about the girl from her tea invitation. However, she was pulled out of her quiet revelry when Olivia grabbed her and pulled her inside, after the second bell that had apparently slipped by her unheard.
"How the hell did she get to be friends with Olivia?" Christie seethed, planting a bit of bronzer on her smooth artificially tanned face. "We deserved it. We're so much prettier. I mean look at her she looks like a dyke. She will definitely ruin Olivia's reputation if she is allowed to hang around."
"I know, right? She needs to be knocked down even more than the freak does. At least the freak knows her place. She-"
"Barbara Kostov, George Hellsing please report to the Principal's Office immediately, if not sooner. Report to the Principal's Office immediately, if not sooner.
George, and Bobbi seated behind her, both rose to leave the classroom while the teacher nodded from his desk.
Bobbi and George silently moved down the hall, their feet tapping in sync being the only sound around them. The silence was awkward and forced. Bobbi wanted to say something. She wanted to say that she was sorry. She wanted to tell George how cool she thought her new haircut was, but one look at those red eyes and Bobbi bit her tongue. Those eyes still spoke of hate.
Bobbi glanced at those blazing eyes; they had made her want to write poetry before. Now they reminded her of a heavy metal riff. No longer where they mesmerizing and exotic, they were scary and dangerous.
'Is it just me, or are her eyes screaming: I WILL EAT YOU WITH KETCHUP!!!' Bobbi grinned, making up violent metal lyrics to go with George's glare.
George pushed open the door to the Principal's Office and they were greeted with a soft smile from the secretary.
"Uhm, George, why are you here? I know I'm probably here for cutting your hair, but uh..."
George glared at Bobbi silently, blatantly ignoring her.
Bobbi squirmed uncomfortably, until the Principal stepped out of his office to wave them in.
"Young ladies, have a seat please. Miss Kostov, Miss Hellsing...,"
"George, plain and simple George, I'm not Miss Hellsing." George corrected , taking the seat that the principal had offered her.
"Very well, George. You ladies are here to find out exactly how you are going to be punished for disrupting class."
"Both of us?" The pair squeaked in surprise.
"Yes, George, all of your classmates saw you intimidate and outright attack Miss Kostov. As punishment for that, and Miss Kostov's maliciousness towards you, you two will spend the rest of this semester together."
"WHAT!??" They both yelled, George rubbing her eyes comically.
"Yes." The Principal stated, the shock on both of their faces fully expected. This was a very unusual form of punishment, but he knew it would work. "This kind of situation calls for a specific type of punishment. You will share a locker, be lab partners, be a group in the English discussion class, and you will have to write a conjoined journal to turn in to me at the end of the semester."
"Okay," George commented. A bored monotone leaked into her voice. "I am assuming this is a terrible assed joke. SHE cut MY hair, and I'M being punished? No way! Why don't you just ball and chain us together and stick us on the side of a highway to pick up trash."
"Don't tempt me Miss Hellsing. If you, or Miss Kostov of course, refuse to comply, it will go on your record and your final report card."
"Fine!" George hissed, glaring at Bobbi. "But don't be mad when she-" George flung her hand pointing at Bobbi with a lethal claw.
'How does no one ever notice those?" Bobbi thought, giggling in her head. She had a bad habit of finding incredibly morbid things funny lately. Or maybe it was just nervousness.
"Turns up dead."
"Very well, you now have the remainder of this period to clean out your lockers. Next period, your punishment will begin in English. The two of you will be sharing locker one-seventy-three."
HELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSING
George grumbled, pulling her books from the locker.
'How and why am I being punished for defending myself? I didn't even hurt her. I was just trying to scare a little of that stupidity out of her,' George considered, as she dropped a book to the ground with a loud THUD. She reached back into the inky shadows swirling in her locker pulling out her emergency blood packets. 'No bloody way I can hide these in my new locker.'
George grumbled as her eyes flashed, bleaching away the shadows in her locker. Instead, she decided to create the small hammer shadow space in her big crimson backback. The little bat keychain tied to the side jingled as George watched the shadows begin to dance in her backpack.
Bobbi pulled her purple star shaped backpack out of her locker, dropping it on the floor gently, and then began stuffing it like a fat burrito.
"Okay; books, lunch box, epic motorcycle pencil bag, and shoes." Bobbi shoved as many books as she could into her straining backpack. It looked cool, but star shaped had drawbacks. 'Maybe me and George will be able to get along better.'
She groaned as she slung the engorged pack over her shoulders. Then she reached down, grabbing her neon green lunch box. Soon she was juggling the lunchbox, a jacket, a textbook, and a pair of shoes that she was painfully close to dropping. Bobbi grumbled as she moved down the hall. By the time she got there, precariously balancing her load, George was already putting her stuff into their shared locker.
George's books lined the top shelf, her big red backpack hanging on the hook in perfect order. The books were in order of height and the shoes were neatly placed on the hook beside the bag.
Bobbi smiled, trying to look non-threatening. 'At least she isn't messy. And she won't steal my stuff I guess.' Bobbi frowned, but knew exactly was George was doing. It was a power play. She had seen it before, hell, she had done it before. It was to make her feel inferior and it was payback for getting George into trouble. It was working.
Bobbi sighed, having decided not to put a fight for the top shelf, and resigned herself to take her place. She dropped her stuff, as carefully as one can drop an armload of junk, to the floor and began placing her stuff in her locker. Her little bottom shelf was decidedly not as orderly. Her books were simply piled there and her bag was tossed on the floor corner. George apparently didn't mind as she rummaged in her backpack for something. Apparently it was hairbrush. Bobbi felt each stroke like a knife.
'That's my fault. I did that to her hair. Sure it looks awesome, but the reason she's so angry is because I did that for no reason. I embarrassed her for Olivia.'
Then the bell rang and students started pouring out. That's when the peaceful, though strained, truce ended. Olivia stepped out of the classroom, her small entourage grinning down at George. She had come to gloat of course, but when she saw that George had taken the top space, she made her displeasure known.
"You would take the top portion."
'How dare she make my friend, 'MY Bobbi', crawl on this filthy floor.' She marched forward and started ripping George's books out of the locker, slinging them to the dirty linoleum. "Animals like you belong on the floor."
Bobbi's heart skipped a beat when she saw George's eyes go blood red with anger. Bobbi bit her lip when George was glaring up at Olivia. George flashed, streaking forward pushing Olivia back into the lockers across the hall. All before Bobbi could register what had just happened.
'Did I blink or something? She can't be that fast, can she? She flinched in sympathetic pain as George's fangs flashed under the fluorescence. She knew exactly how scarey those fangs could be.
"Not today, Olivia. Or I swear I will snap your neck," George was in no way bluffing. "I was trying to be calm and endure this. Bobbi was fine until you showed your ugly face. If she wanted to have the top shelf then she could open her own damn mouth."
"Olivia," Bobbi began. She grabbed George's arm, the one that was holding Olivia, and pulled. "I'm fine, I won't have any trouble with George."
"She will!" George grumbled, pointedly hissing at Olivia. She made it a point to look vicious as she turned back around.
"George, you monster..."
"Someone's coming," Bobbi warned her friend. "Go to class, I told you, I'll be fine."
George's ears perked up as she scraped her belongings off of the floor. George ignored the footsteps and continued placing her books back on the top shelf just so. The blonde nodded to Mr. Wicki as he passed her. She recognized that he was just making sure nothing broke out between them.
"George, you unholy monster. I swear..."
"LIV!" Bobbi yelled, shocking the ginger girl into silence. "It's fine, you are going to be late. We can talk about it later. George isn't going to hurt me, right?" Bobbi prayed George would back her up. She knew the girl didn't like her, but she couldn't do this.
"Fine, Barbara, but watch yourself, and if she gives you any trouble, come and find me."
"Yeah. I will." Bobbi gave thanks to God, and the second bell, sending Olivia scurrying to the second floor for History. George just growled to herself as she and Bobbi sat side by side.
"I'm sorry, she isn't all bad. I don't know why she hates you so much."
"She's positive I'm negative, we repel. It's not a hard equation."
"Um, opposites attract, George. Like poles repel. Maybe Olivia is secretly in love with you. Boys pick on the girls they like, maybe..."
George snorted a laugh as the disgusting idea of having Olivia in love with her rolled around in her mind..
"Yeah, right. Not bloody likely."
Bobbi giggled, then she outright laughed. The joke probably wouldn't have been half as funny if they didn't have freshman chemistry next.
'She's finally talking to me again.'
The Chemistry lecture droned on, Bobbi scribling notes next to George. So far there partnership hadn't been so bad. A little stressed perhaps, but not outright dangerous..yet. The lesson was to suppress an acid with a base. And while Bobbi paid strict attention to the lesson on what to do, George hardly gave the teacher a second glance. Next to her at the lab table Geroge's head was down and Bobbi wouldn't be surprised if she started snoring. She did have that drowsy far away look.
'I wonder what she thinks about.' Is she thinking about the lecture? Her sister? World domination? How and where to hide my body when she finally decides to kill me?' Bobbi considered writing a note to ask, but then she heard the teacher say, "Time for you to try". He had been moving around the classroom, table to table, and checking each group's experiment.
George just sat there, seeming to snuggle deeper into her arms, and didn't get up. So Bobbi did. She nodded at the teacher, collecting the materials that would be need for the experiment. George still hadn't moved, and Bobbi doubted she would, so Bobbi began setting up. Two beakers, testing strips, a base compound and an acidic liquid; now that she was ready, she began. Bobbi grinned as her test strips showed high acid concentration.
"Alright, Sir, to neutralize the acid you have to add the right amount of base." She pulled out baking soda and measured. Soon she had the Pink formula turning Blue. She smiled. She had gotten it right.
"George Hellsing...," called the teacher. She had been there looking asleep the entire time he had been at their table. Even before he came to their table he had been watching them. The other lab-teams had worked together, in this one however, George had done nothing while Bobbi worked. "...come here, please."
Most kids would have snapped to attention from being caught, but not George. She barely looked up at him over her arms. But then she sat up, stretching slightly, popping her back. Bobbi watched with intent as the other students went back to work. The teacher looked furious as he stared down at them.
"What is the meaning of this? You are partners, you don't get to sit back an..d......" Bobbi saw the anger leak out of his face, being replaced by dullness. She glanced at her partner. George's eyes were doing the dark, black glowing. Then, the previously enraged teacher, seemed to calm down, almost the point of being 'zombified'. Bobbi cocked an eyebrow.
"Nah, she isn't, is she?"
"Is that how you pass all your classes?" Bobbi would not stand for that, she didn't care how cool George looked. She also ignored how good she would taste if George decided to eat her. "You never seem to pay attention in class."
George just looked at her. She didn't seem particularly angry despite Bobbi's fuming. Bobbi had apparently been too afraid to speak to her. And now she was accusing her of cheating.
"So, the little lamb finally speaks." George declared, eyeing her. "No, it's not." George handed over her note book. Apparently, it had been under her arms. Bobbi's eyes impersonated plates, going giant and round. These notes were complex, but organized, and as she flipped some pages Bobbi realized that George was several chapters ahead. The notes seemed like something she would buy from a professor before exams. They took in every important detail. "I only use that when people piss me off. My mother's homework is ten times harder. I did this kind of stuff ages ago. Besides," George continued, taking back her notebook. "My whole family would have my grave dug before I got home if they thought I was cheating in school."
Next, was lunch. The entire class filed out and mixed with others going down the hall to the cafeteria.
"George!!!!" The Dhampire knew that greeting anywhere and braced herself. Her sister, an enslaved thrall, was now wrapped around her miniature master. It was weird seeing the Amazonian Rebecca glomp George.
"Hey, Becky. How you been?"
"I am well, Master." She told George in Romanian.
"Good," George answered trying to pry Rebecca off and giving up. "Are you going to hang off of me all the way to the Cafeteria?" George questioned as they, including a stunned Bobbi, walked down the hall to lunch.
"Yes." Becky seemed to glow with happiness, leaning on her master as they moved. "Uhm, George, why is she following us?" Becky asked, pointing her chin behind them to Bobbi.
Bobbi had decided that it would be good for her to vanish into the background. Now since Rebecca had pointed her out she groaned. She had still been trailing behind George, but well within hearing distance. Whatever her sister Rebecca had to say to her must have been important for it to be coded in Romanian.
"Are you so displeased with me that you would replace me, Master?"
"Master?" Bobbi asked, mimicking the Romanian the other girls were using.
" Long story, Bobbi, don't ask." Bobbi nodded and moved through the line to grab a tray. "Now, Becky, this is part of my punishment for nearly killing her over cutting my hair. She is to be my partner, for everything, until the end of the school year."
Rebecca listened to George's story silently. Then she turned to look back at Bobbi. Bobbi flinched, surprised that so much hatred lingered in Becky's soft doe-brown eyes. She hissed at Bobbi like a jealous lover.
"Master," Becky chimed sweetly letting her thoughts flow into George's mind. She leaned against George possessively as they sat down at a table. "I have three knives on me today, how many times do you think I could slit her throat in two minutes?"
"Five," the small blonde noted, as Bobbi made her way out of the line and towards the table. "Too many people in here to get away with more than that." George shredded a chicken finger between her teeth.
"Can I test that?" Bobbi made her way to sit on George's other side. But Becky snarled.
"Over there, Intruder, you are not to be that close to my sister."
Bobbi smiled to herself, moving to the other side of the table to face George.
'Yep, definitely a jealous lover,' Bobbi thought pulling open a honey mustard packet and chomping a hot crispy French-fry. Becky continued to glare at her; but then she picked up George's plate.
"May I assist you, George?" Becky called George's name like a purr.
"Becky, I can do this myself." The mini master insisted, taking back her plate.
'Can I please get rid of her? She does not belong in this space.'
"NO!"
A high, shrill, pompous, and horribly annoying voice filled their space. George looked up to Olivia, entourage intact, towering over their table. George groaned a heavy groan.
"Why must you plague my existence?"
However, Olivia just ignored her and turned her attention towards Bobbi.
"I know that you are being punished with her presence, Barbara, but must you sit with her at lunch as well?" Olivia stuck her nose up at George and Becky. "I can't be seen sitting here with her."
"Simple then," George suggested as she inhaled another chicken finger. "Don't sit down. If Bobbi wants to leave she can. I won't tell and I won't miss her."
"Ouch," Bobbi smirked. She tried to stifling her morbid grin.
But that was to be expected. George was just voicing her displeasure at them being thrown together over what she thought was an unfair punishment.
"I can't leave her alone with you. I don't think so. I must protect my friends from evil."
'And flying knives too?' Becky added, silently making George giggle.
"Like you could," George snorted. "I shoved your frilly, holy water sucking, bible toting, tail across the hall this morning. Now you can either sit down and eat peacefully, or get the hell away from me."
"You're just lucky I'm not allowed to bring sacred text to school." Olivia snorted, putting her plate down. "I suppose I could try to spread my superiority to you. Maybe it will make you come to your senses and beg for absolution."
"Tried it, didn't work. But your brother is cute and he can fight."
"What? What are you babbling about? I told you to stay away from my brother."
"George, she doesn't remember that night." Becky muttered into her Master's mind, glaring at the intruder.
"Oh right. Never mind. Olivia, if you sit down, you shut up. I am eating lunch here, I don't need your presence or your rhetoric to make me sick."
"Fine, for Barbara's sake," Olivia considered tilting her head like a thoughtful empress. "A truce then?"
"Fine." Olivia took the seat next to Bobbi.
"So, Babs," Becky began, pointing to the purple haired punk.
"DON'T CALL ME BABS!!! No one but my parents calls me Babs. My name is Bobbi." The rest of the tense table turned to glance at Bobbi. She turned red and shoveled a chicken finger into her mouth.
"Well, did I strike a nerve Babs?" Becky grinned at the fuming Bobbi.
"SHUT UP!!" Olivia grabbed Bobbi's hand under the table. The shock silenced her, forcing her to blush again.
"It's alright, Barbara, if I can put up with," she pointed to George. "That, then you should easily be able to deal with her." Bobbi nodded squeezing Olivia's hand. Lunch passed with no more incidents. Even though Rebecca was sorely tempted to throw a knife into Bobbi's back as she walked away.
"I don't like her being close to you, Master." Becky glared at Bobbi again as she draped across her smaller sire. George groaned as Becky hung onto her waist like a love struck puppy.
"Becky, your class is upstairs mine is on this floor. You can let go of me now."
"Not with you being shadowed by that intruder." Becky growled tightening her grip on George. "I refuse to let someone be with you when I can't."
George glared at Rebecca, her eyes flashing the deep red. "Becky, I am your master. Now go to class. We don't need to call any unneeded attention right now." Becky's eyes dulled as her will was sapped away by her master.
"Yes, Sis, I'll go to class." Rebecca's arm slithered away from their vice grip on George and she headed to the stairs. George shook her head, she hated pressing her control over Becky, but she had no choice this time.
The rest of the day was not so bad. George learned that Bobbi was incrediblely smart. In English they completed their first journal entry. It was fun watching Bobbi struggle with what to write. Then they finally got to separate. Bobbi had Gym or her last class. George, however, had AP math to finish the day.
George yawned in math class. 'God, why is this class so boring? Uncle Walter has much more interesting math problems,' George thought idly.The school day was almost over and George Hellsing was glad. She wanted nothing more than to put this day behind her.
"Master, I will be waiting for you at the door. My class got out early." Becky spoke into her Master's mind.
Soon the bell rang and George fled the classroom. She was attacked by Becky and they began the walk out of the classroom and ultimately home. George waddled awkwardly with Rebbecca clinging to her. Then, she stopped. It was like she hit a wall.
"Do you hear that?" She asked her older sister, trying to pry the girl from her.
"No, Sis, I don't hear anything." Becky smirked, knowing full well that George could hear things that she couldn't. "What does it sound like?"
"Sounds like somebody crying." Something about the crying made her move towards the sound.
Becky followed refusing to leave her master. They stalked the halls and found themselves standing in front of the girls' locker room. Three girls laughed, leering at the door to the locker room. One was even holding a camera.
"Ha, ha, ha, why don't you come on out Bobbi? So we can all see you." The brunette purred, knocking on the door. "I bet you look awesome."
"This is a lovely blouse. It's silk, isn't it? The pants are nice too. A little big, but still nice. I can't help it that they belong to a fat little outcast. You don't mind if I keep it, right? It would have been mine anyway, if you hadn't stolen Olivia's attention from me." Cristie snarled, whipping her vivid blond hair over her shoulder.
"George may have had a change of clothes in her bag that day. So we searched your locker and took your book bag too." Brittany cackled, nodding at the redhead with the camera. "You'll have to come out if you want them back."
There was no answer from Bobbi, who was obviously hiding in one of the stalls, only the sound of more weeping. This made George's blood boil. Becky looked down at her master as she felt her anger rise.
"Master," Becky whispered. "Leave her, they aren't going to hurt her. It's just a prank. George stepped forward and addressed the girls. Becky grumbled, watching her master stand up for the intruder.
"At it again, I see. Guess you didn't learn the first time. If you want to see girls naked so bad go to a club."
All the girls went white with fear as they turned around and faced a very angry George Hellsing. As George moved, Becky following dropped her books, pulling a knife that she had hidden against her thigh.
"Sis, shall I carve some manners into them?" Grinned Rebecca with amusement.
George grinned and nodded. Becky attacked the redhead holding the book bag. She grabbed her arm causing her to drop the book bag and put her in a choke hold. Becky smiled with delight as she held her knife at the girl's throat. The redhead squealed with fright and begged to be let go, but Becky was in no way planning to.
George, on the other hand, attacked the girl with the camera first. She flashed, moving with inhuman speed, snatching the camera from the girl. The girl squealed as George nearly snapped her wrist., with the force she ripped the camera with. George growled at them as she crushed the camera with one hand. Both girls watched with saucer-wide eyes as the pieces fell to the floor.
"Oh my god, my dad is gonna kill me." Brittany muttered, as she saw her expensive digital camera shattered.
"Better him than me, right?" George smiled, wickedly dusting the shards from her hands. "Cause if I kill you, they'll never find your body. And, Becky looks awfully excited with that knife."
The Cheerlosers bleated, looking like the helpless sheep they were. George turned her eyes to the blonde. The blonde eeped again and George grinned at how fast her heart was beating.
"Give it here," demanded George. "Or I let Becky give it to her."
The free Cheerloser gingerly and timidly stepped forward to hand George the black blouse and beige pants. George snatched the clothes, letting the blond back away quickly.
"Get lost." growled George, her eyes burning fiercely red. "Becky, leave her in one piece. Let her go."
Becky pouted, pushing the terrified ginger-girl away. The knife disappeared just as quickly as it had been brandished. "And I really wanted to break this knife in."
"How exactly do you do that?" George wondered as she knocked on the door. "I swear not even I can tell where you keep those things."
"You can always check. I have no secrets from you."
The enemy Cheerloser fled as George knocked on the door again.
With them gone, George looked at the blouse and pants. They weren't damaged, just a little wrinkled. George handed the clothes to Becky and then entered the bathroom. "No sharp objects are to be present, understand?"
Becky pouted, but nodded. "I understand Master. I don't like it, but I understand."
"Bobbi?"
"George," responded Bobbi, poking her head out of a stall. Her voice was hoarse and rough from crying and the yelling.
"Those losers are gone. You can come out now.
"I can't. They took my ...."
"Oh please, it's nothing I don't see every morning in a mirror. Becky and I have your clothes and book bag. I assume the embarrassing bits are in the bag."
Bobbi sniffed, her eyes still swollen with tears and timidly stepped out of the last stall on the left. She covered herself with her hands as she faced George. George nodded to Becky and Becky returned Bobbi's clothes to her and her book bag. Then both George and Becky turned around so that Bobbi could get dressed.
"So, I guess, and I know I'm right, being Olivia's friend isn't all roses." George stated, as she heard the bag unzip. Bobbi didn't know what to say. After all, she had cut George's hair.
"I'm sorry." Bobbi said softly, pulling her clothes on.
"So am I right in guessing that it was those girls that had stolen my clothes that day."
"Yes," confirmed Bobbi as she got dressed, still slightly shaking from shame and embarrassment.
"Becky..."
"Yes, George?"
"Remind me to make sure those girls take a nice hard fall off their high horses one of these days."
"Yes, George." Smiled Rebecca, running fun scenarios for payback in her head. "Can they fall onto one of my toys?"
"No, I don't need you getting into trouble too."
"Thanks for saving me." Bobbi mumbled, sheepishly, now standing fully dressed before George and Rebecca.
George didn't respond to her. She just looked at her. That pants suit ensemble really was very pretty and it made Bobbi pretty. So pretty, that it made Bobbi look like a french dessert pastry. Suddenly, George's mouth began to water. George shook herself and forced herself to think of other things.
"You're welcome." The Romanian flowed smooth and sleek out of her mouth.
HELLSINGHELLSING
Bobbi smiled. 'She doesn't completely hate me, after all.'
George and Becky, though reluctantly, escorted Bobbi to the front of the school and half way down the block before they parted ways.
"You okay?" George asked, trying to pry Becky off of her.
"Yeah, George, I'm fine. Thank you again for saving me."
"I don't think they're going to stop, unless I kill them of course. So watch yourself. I'm not saving you all the time."
"I understand. I'll be careful."
Becky tightened her grip on George before turning to glare at Bobbi, "I will not save you at all."
She watched as George and Rebecca walked away. George, with her boy hair cut and awesome black shorts-red shirt combo, Rebecca with her soft pleated red skirt and black tank top. They made a nice couple, they even matched. Suddenly, Bobbi was struck by an evil little spike of jealousy. Rebecca was lucky in a wierd way.
'Oh well...,' Bobbi thought as she turned the corner to wander. She wasn't too far from home. Her folks wouldn't be there anyway, so why hurry?
As she went, she contemplated George.
'George Hellsing saved me.' Bobbi grinned, turning her walk ot a happy jog. Maybe they could be friends after all. 'She didn't have to, not after what I did to her. But she did. And she spoke to me in Romanian. She doesn't completely hate me after all.'
Bobbi smiled. The day was cloudy, overcast, and muggy, but she felt sunny, clear and shiny. Bobbi turned on her heels, spinning like she was in an old movie, and continued her jog. There was one difference today though, instead of taking the short way home that she always took, today she decided to take the long way. She sighed happily as she thought about George and then she giggled when she thought about Rebecca. Rebecca was an odd one. If George was a vampire, like in the old stories, then Rebecca was her daylight guardian; a very jealous daytime guardian. Bobbi laughed again and then something caught her eye. She had already passed the grocery store, the local gym, and the liquor store. However, now as she passed the junk yard, she saw something that she hadn't seen before. She stopped, nearly tripping in her haste to backpedal. It was a piece of junk; rusted, broken, sad, and forgotten, but it sang to her... 'Take me home.'
Bobbi rushed forward and examined every inch of the small motorcycle. As old and decrepit as it was, it was still a thing of beauty. But unlike things shiny and new, it had the beauty of potential, not of youth. They didn't even make these things anymore, did they? Maybe her luck was finally changing. George didn't hate her, Olivia was her friend, she had survived her punishment for the day, and now she had found a bike. Now all she had to do was fix it up. Her first thought was to tell Olivia. But, no, not yet. She knew that Olivia would not be impressed. She needed to scrape some of the rust off of it first. This bike, Bobbi's new bored evening project, though a classic antique, was nothing but junk right now. The motor was missing and the rust was clinging to it like moss. Olivia didn't even like getting dirty. Bobbi doubted that she would help her with it. Now, George, on the other hand, didn't mind getting dirty. She might even help her fix it. But...they weren't friends yet, were they? If she could fix it, restore it to its former glory, then maybe she could impress George. No, the only thing to do was to keep this secret.
Bobbi slung her backpack up higher, a new determined gleam in her eyes as she marched for home.
"Mom! Dad!" She yelled, dropping her bag to the floor of the small entryway.
Of course she got no answer, everyone was still at work.
"I'm going to stop doing that one day," Bobbi said to the empty air, before shaking her head. "I'll stop talking to myself too." Bobbi took this in stride on her way to the basement. If she was going to fix up the old bike in the junk heap down the street, the first thing she had to do was to clean it up. Then she was going to have to go hunt for parts.
"Where the hell is Dad's WD-40?" Bobbi grinned as she battled old boxes and bust in the basement. Soon Bobbi's supplies where in a nearly orderly pile. "Okay, Dad I hope you don't need these tools for a while."
Bobbi went upstairs to clean up and do some research on her future steel horse. She was still on the Internet when her mother came home.
"Babs, you're still up?" Her mother asked, rushing, as she always was, to put her things down before grabbing a cool drink from the fridge.
"Yeah, doing a little research. I'm fine." She continued to stare at the computer screen as her mother slid up behind her.
"On motorcycles? Now what on earth are you looking that up for?"
"I thinking of taking on a project." Her mother raised a thick eyebrow, causing Bobbi to turn to her.
"Did you do your homework?" Her mother stood there looking stern. Bobbi gulped how her mother could be so intimidating she'd never know. Her mother didn't look much like her. While Bobbi's face was round and expressive her mother's was sharp and angular. While Bobbi's hair was naturally dark brown her mom's was light brown leaning towards almost dark blonde.
"Yeah, Mom." She lied, she had been reading about motorcycles all day.
"It's late dear. You'd better get to bed. You can read more tomorrow." Her mother suggested as she headed to bed. "Your father will throw a fit if you're still up when he comes home you know."
"Okay," agreed Bobbi. She stretched, powering down the computer. "I've got a good list already."
Her mother didn't ask any more about Bobbi's project. She really hardly cared; both of her parents had too much on their minds already, and besides, Bobbi took really good care of herself and never caused them trouble. She was such a good child. Bobbi waved to her mother as she went to bed and then she went to her room. She looked over the list as she sat on her bed. That bike needed a lot of things if it was going to run again. The motor would be the hardest to get. She could always ask her father to get it for her, but she wanted to do this all on her own. A mental picture of George helping her fix it then a much longer one of Olivia and her riding it flashed through her mind. Well, maybe not all by herself.
Soon she would have something worth showing off. And if it worked, she was free to ride it wherever her heart desired.