Hiya! i know this chapter took a while and is quite short, but I've been running around like a mad woman on Lucozade getting ready for my prom.

Disclaimer: I own not as a pixel of Bullworth or the characters. Sadly.

Chapter 31 - Reconciling

I squinted behind my glasses, the spring sunlight burning through the window pane. Screams slipped through the open window:

"Pauper!"
"Trust-fund turd!"
"I can't wait until we're out of this dump and you'reserving my housemaid at the supermaket!"
"I'm surprised she hasn't gone out of her head from putting up with you! Besides, at least I don't need babying by some unlucky woman who probably doesn't get half the pay she deserves!"
"Oily Rapscallion!"
"Cousin fucking parasite!"
"Mr. Romani!" a shrewd voice shrieked."You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Well done, Peanut."I smiled to myself, leaning out of the window as Mrs. Peabody attempted (without success) to drag him and Bryce Montrose apart. "Johnny would be proud."

Damn. you just can't help yourself, can you?"I scolded, noticing my sub-conscious mistake."Stop thinking about him-you'll only depress yourself."

The blinding sunlight bounced off the locker door as the stubborn door refused to budge . That stupid had been nothing but trouble that week- after finding a huge dent on it and three pages of apologies from a certain greaser, I was quite tempted to switch with someone.
"Open, you foul contraption!" i ordered mentally, yanking the door back as hard as possible for a puny sixteen year old girl. For some reason, the door felt this was a brilliant time to become totally loose, causing my arm to jerk back at lightning speed, right into some poor kid's arm. An apology tumbling out of my mouth, I spun around to find myself face to face with Johnny vincent.

Johnny's POV

Thump.

A scrawny elbow smashed into my arm as I wandered by.
"I'm so sorry..."
"Watch i- Bea?".

She seemed different to when I'd seen her before I screwed up; her small, pink mouth was unsmiling and her blue eyes were dull. A pang of guilt slapped me in the face.
"Um... sorry." she mumbled, her voice calmer than before.
"It's fine... Did you get my letter?" I asked, not sure which answer I was hoping for. She nodded.
"Both of them.". The conversation withered and died within half a second.

"Well, at least she hasn't ran off like last time." i comforted myself, gazing at her face in an attempt to guess what she was thinking. unable to figure her feelings out, i took a deep breath.

"Bea, listen. I'm really sorry for what I did. It was a really dumb thing to do. Will you forgive me?" I pleaded, searching her eyes for some ounce of understanding. She stared at the floor for a moment before speaking.
"Two conditions; promise me you won't do it again and tell me why you did it." she stated.
"I won't do it again." I agreed,"But your friend's over there so can the explanation wait a while?". She snapped her head round to where Christy was muttering some not-secret-anymore half-truth to Angie Ng.
"Fair enough." she sighed, smiling. "I'm glad we're friends again.". The words floated through my ears like a sweet symphony. Ecstatic to be back on her good side, I put a hand on her shoulder, gazing down at her sparkling, happy eyes. My guilt evaporated as her lips twitched into a grin.
"I missed you too, Bea."