Well, I saw a lot of people doing those high school fic thingies so I thought I'd give it a shot. I'm not going to continue if I don't get any reviews, so um yeah, actually I might just for the hell of it, I dunno.
A little warning to the faint hearted, this is written by me (duh-her) and I'm one of those gothic type people that your parents warned you about so it might be kind of um…I don't know, dark? I'll try to lighten it the best I can though! (If anyone's reading) BTW I felt free to add O/C's as I saw necessary so yeah.
Disclaimer-- Thou not owneth thine Cowboy Bebopeth.
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It was a sunny December day in Los Angeles, California. The birds chirped happily in their trees as sprinklers cut through the warm air to shower the lawns with water droplets, here and there a woman or man could be seen happily tending to their yards.
The beautiful neighborhood's easy atmosphere was shattered to pieces by the squeal of tires and the rhythm of a bass system turned up way too loud. A black Firebird with red flames painted down the sides screeched by, blaring music that most people tending to their yards found offensive. The black Firebird was followed by a red Camero (gimmie a break I don't know squat about cars) also blaring the same "offensive" music.
"Aww, can't catch me?" The white haired junior (in high school) driving the Firebird said with mock sympathy. His shoulder length white, red tipped hair whipped across his smirking face, but he really didn't seem to mind.
"The simple things in life!" A navy haired girl remarked from beside him, smirking all the same. An old man shook his fist at them as they flew by, a break between songs allowing them to hear what he said.
"Turn that ruckus down!" He yelled. The blue haired girl didn't pay attention to him, only turned the volume up some more.
"They call this music offensive, I call it good." The white haired one remarked, taking another sharp turn.
"I see you…" The driver of the Camero grinned, taking the same sharp turn that the other one had. His dark green bangs blew out of his eyes as he too smirked, the bass rumbling through the car.
"I love this song!" A golden haired, cerulean eyed girl said from the passenger seat, reaching her hand out and also turning up the volume. Her bangs blew out of her face and her hair whipped around her head as she smirked, nodding her head to the beat of the song. They were driving what high school kids liked to call the maze, where one person tried to lose the other one in the maze of the city, it was really easy to do considering they were in Los Angeles, granted the stereos didn't help.
"How much time we got till lunch is over?" The green haired junior asked her.
"Ten minutes." She responded, not seeming worried at all.
"Plenty of time." He grinned wider, taking yet another wicked turn. "Shit! I lost him!" He said, his grin fading while he scanned the street in front of him. "Second time! God damn it!" He muttered, turning onto a street that would take them back to the high school.
"Don't worry about it Spike, the maze isn't exactly easy in Los Angeles. Besides, there's always after school and all the rest of the week." The blonde said with a smile, running her hand through her silky golden hair.
"Who said I was worried Julia? It is only Monday." He grinned and pulled into the school parking lot.
"Now we just sit and wait." Julia said, leaning back in her seat and putting her hands behind her head.
"There they are." Spike said, killing the ignition and the stereo. Both him and Julia stepped out of the car, Julia leaned against it and crossed her arms while Spike walked toward where the white haired guy stood in front of his car, a smirk plastered across his face.
"Looks like you won again Vicious." He remarked with a smirk to match Vicious's.
"Looks that way." Vicious said, crossing his arms.
"You and your girlfriend sure seem good at this." Spike grinned, catching a glare from the navy haired girl sitting on the hood of Vicious's car.
"Me? With him? Ha, ha. You're so damn funny Spike." She said, grinning a little herself.
"Really, you could do so much better Cassandra!" A female voice chimed in from behind Spike.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Vicious demanded, trying to sound cruel but grinning anyway.
"Duh, what do you think it meant retard?" Cassandra remarked, trying to sound stupid and playfully hitting him upside the head.
"Aww, stop flirting with him Cassandra!" Spike laughed as Vicious grabbed her arm, both of them turned their glares on him after he made the remark. Julia and Spike laughed, Cassandra and Vicious soon joining in. Just as soon as they finished an ancient looking, really ugly teacher wearing way to much make up walked by. Ms. Twinkle, her brown hair was piled on top of her head in a really ugly looking bun, she had to be almost the most well known and hated teacher in all of their high school.
"Twinkle twinkle little star," Cassandra started, Vicious caught on and smirked. It was a really stupid joke that they had come up with a long time ago when they were both really drunk, at the time they all though it was hilarious, they still did.
"You might want to get to class, unless you want to continue to throw away your lives." Ms. Twinkle said.
Cassandra and Vicious laughed at her, Julia and Spike grinned. Shortly following Ms. Twinkle a new girl walked by, she was average height with shiny purple hair a little shorter than Vicious's and a perfect body. She obviously wasn't afraid to show it because she wore a pair of really short blue shorts and a matching tank top. Vicious and Spike stared as she walked by.
The girl noticed their staring and glared daggers and both of them. Cassandra hit Vicious for the second time and Julia hit Spike for the first.
"Sorry, don't mind them." Julia and Cassandra said in unison.
"I get it a lot." She said dryly, continuing to walk past the four of them.
"Well, shall we go to class?" Spike said, waving his arms in the direction of the high school, pretending that Julia hadn't hit him.
"Why yes Lord Spike." Julia responded sarcastically. Cassandra hopped off of the hood of Vicious's car and shoved him ahead of her.
"Come on sir Vicious, we must follow Mistress Julia and Lord Spike." She muttered. The four of them entered the building just as the tardy bell rang.
"Nice ten minutes Julia." Spike muttered to the golden haired girl. Julia grinned sheepishly and patted him on the head.
"Well see ya losers." Cassandra waved lamely and walked off with Julia to their next class which happened to be biology.
"Oh boy, I wonder if we get to cut anything up today." Julia said sarcastically. Cassandra groaned and followed her into the room.
"God, I can't believe how boring this class is." Vicious muttered to Chris who sat beside him.
"No shit. I can already speak English, what the fuck do I need to know 'grammar' for. It's not like I'm gonna write a god damned book." Chris hissed back.
Vicious put his head down on the desk in the crook of his elbow and closed his eyes. This class was always good for a nap.
Spike had his priorities set a little higher than Vicious, the green haired junior glanced over at a sleeping Vicious and smirked. 'What an idiot.' He thought amusedly.
