A/N: The reason why Rebecca's in the same High School with Jonathan is that she skipped a grade for being a smartie.
Blodeuedd- Lmao. Thank you! I never thought of that small chapter that way...I'll try to write longer chapters. Just wanted to let the first out to see how it goes. D And I've read yours, it's absolutely brilliant. I thought I left a comment...? o.o -----
It was lunch, on the very first day of High School for Jonathan Crane. He was a Freshman, but he could easily have passed to be at least a Junior. A crowd was circling around him, as a bully goaded him, serving some punches.
This treatment wasn't new to Jonathan - thing had been this way since third grade. But, on this day, something happened that he never would have realized.
"Nick, you're a fucking asshole! Leave him alone!"
Jonathan looked up, his eyes wide in shock. No one had ever dared stand up for him before. A girl that barely passed the bully's shoulders, with long dark brown hair was facing him, with an angry face and pouty lips.
Nick sneered, aiming another punch at Jonathan, while looking at Rebecca. "What're you gonna do 'bout it, tiny?"
All Jonathan could do was try to block, and watch with amazement as this girl walked towards the unsuspecting Nick, and fiercely kicked his ass. Literally.
Taken by surprise, Nick landed face first into the dry dirt, getting some grass stains on his white jersey. "You're gonna pay for that!" He roared, facing the girl.
She just smirked, before she began to wail. Jonathan looked at her confusedly. Why was she crying? She's the one that hit the bully...Unless...
"Nickolas Burtru, what's happened here?" The old balding principal sighed, facing the three teenagers.
Rebecca started first. "He was hi-hitting Jonathan, then I-I said he shouldn't...but he wouldn't l-listen! So I t-tried to stop him, but he just p-pushed me out of t-the waaay!" She sobbed, pulling at her baggy pants.
"Is this true, Jonathan?" The principal asked him staring into his eyes.
Jonathan slowly nodded with a grimace on his face. Finally that idiot will be getting what he deserved...
"Come with me, Nickolas." Mr. Callun said, pulling his ear along with him.
"But she lied! She kicked my ass!" He said, crestfallen as Mr. Callun dragged him along.
"Yes, yes, I'm sure sweet little Rebecca kicked your...bum." The conversation slowly died away, and the crowd dispersed, chuckling at what had happened the today.
"Thanks...," Jonathan glanced at Rebecca, who was now drying her crocodile tears.
"No problem," She said clearly, as if she had never cried at all. Jonathan stared, and wondered if she had acted...if so, those tears were very convincing...
"I'm Jonathan. Crane." He hastily added, picking up his school texts that were strewn across the grass and dirt.
"Huh," Rebecca muttered, clawing her hand through her silky hair. "Well I'm Rebecca Chase. See ya later, Crane." Turning, Rebecca walked off just as the bell rang. Lunch was over.
Jonathan had seen her throughout the last half of the day - It seemed they had the same schedule. He remembered seeing her face before.
Rebecca was an odd usually quiet girl during class. If she spotted anyone giving Jonathan a hard time, she stood up for him. On one day, during second semester, he saw Rebecca digging out her books from her locker. "Rebecca!" Jonathan called, walking over.
The girl turned to face him, right eyebrow high up. "Oh hi Crane. What d'you want?"
'This is your chance,' Jonathan thought to himself. "Why have you been defending me from bullies?" He blurted.
Giving Jonathan a hard look, Rebecca shook her head. "That's the thanks I get for saving you?"
"I mean to say..." He was stumbling now. Great. "I just wanted to know why...and I've always said 'thanks'."
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders. "Don't think it's because I like you. You're too tall for me," She started walking towards a closed door. "Saying 'thanks' doesn't matter if I'm not there to hear it, ya know." With that and a swish of her hair, she went to her class. The one that she didn't have to share the spotlight with him for once.
At home Jonathan detested the place. The wood was being eaten from the inside by termites, and his mother always had a blank look to her. She sometimes stopped what she was doing and get to work on something completely different. Either way, she never finished anything. His father was a fat slob, who never left his chair in front of the television unless it's for work or food. Jonathan would always grab something from the old fridge himself, and stay upstairs in his room for the rest of the night.
But for Rebecca it was different. She lived a content life, too content for herself. So she liked to stir up the evening, to release energy she stacked up. When Rebecca realized that Jonathan couldn't very well defend himself physically, she was over-joyed. She loved beating up someone, and was rather tactful at it. Her mind always raced with schemes and plots, planning how her future will be. Rebecca never payed that much attention to boys - or girls for that matter. She used most of her focus on schoolwork, and determining which teacher would like what attitude from her. But Rebecca didn't know that she had plotted her own downfall in the future.
"Why don't you call me by my first name?" Jonathan's voice sounded above her. Rebecca glanced up at him, hating how he towered over her, how he looked down at her. How he always had to question her motives. They were on their morning walk to school.
"I hate the name Jonathan. I like Crane better." Rebecca muttered. But Jonathan had heard despite his height, and nodded, thinking it over.
"Maybe I should call you Chase from now on," He thought aloud.
Rebecca whipped around, her face furious. "Do not /ever/ call me Chase! It's a boy's name," She turned again, her back to him.
"Hey Scarecrow!" A boy barely passing Jonathan's shoulder shoved him from behind. He didn't know Rebecca wasn't very far, and as Jonathan fell, he couldn't help but fall on top of the girl.
Eyes burning, Rebecca shoved Jonathan aside, who was still on the ground in surprise. "You stupid..." She muttered more cuss words, kicking, biting, punching the poor boy aiming for his face and crotch. She didn't feel sorry for the boy as he sank to the ground, nose broken and maybe something else.
"C'mon, Crane. Let's go," Rebecca walked on, unfazed.
Jonathan scrambled to collect his schoolbooks and followed silently. He thought about what his female companion had said before about thanking her. "Thanks," He murmured, staring hard at the pavement.
"Why don't you do anything to them?" Rebecca asked, not looking at Jonathan's startled gaze.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You know you're smarter. We're both taking Psychology - We have power." She continued, without faltering. "Can you imagine that? Having so many people in your power?"
Rebecca was already corrupted, thinking up plans like these.
"Uh...," Jonathan looked at Rebecca questioningly. "Why?"
"Revenge."