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Chapter 35 - Canteen

Mandy's POV

I couldn't believe it. Of all the things Christy had told me before today, I had never been so shocked.

"You're serious!"
"Yep?
"Johnny... and Beatrice?"
"Yes! Ask her yourself if you don't believe me."

I did just that when Beatrice practically floated into chemistry. She seemed different today, sitting that little bit straighter despite the blunt pencil I nudged her with. Losing hope, I tried the sharp end of the pencil.
"Spotty!" I ordered yet again, driving the end into her back. Fourteen nudges later, she turned around.
"Yes, Mandy?" What! No "Stop it"? No eye-rolling? Who was this intruder?
"Were you on a date last night?" I asked, positive that Christy was lying.
"Does everyone know already?" she responded, a tiny grin on the nerd's face.
"Yes or no?" I demanded.
"Sort of." I don't have time for this.
"Oh for the love of- did you kiss him?". Beatrice's red face told me all I needed to know, while the greasers' smiles and Dr Watts' expression told me I'd said it way too loudly.

Peanut's POV

All was well for us; the preps seemed unhappy after the last night's events, while any lingering problems between Beatrice and Johnny had been sorted out, leaving them closer than before the whole incident with Jimmy took place from what my friend had told me.
"You two took your time, didn't you?" I joked as the sixteen of us walked into the canteen. Poor Bea went bright red as Johnny pressed his lips to her cheek, pulling away a few moments later while leaving his arm around her shoulder.

The canteen was quieter than normal as we wandered in. Perhaps it was the fact that the king of the greasers had just kissed a nerd in public. Then again, perhaps it was because of a note on the bulletin board about how Mr Taylor and Ms. Tyler(previously Spencer) would be present to see how the cash they threw at Crabblesnitch was being used.

Either way, neither seemed important to the preps as Tad Spencer swaggered over to us.
"I believe you owe us an apology." he sniffed in that stupid accent the preps love. Thad quickly voiced our confusion.
"Why? You tharted all thith." the aggressive nerd demanded. That boy had the puny body of a nerd and the mind of a thirty-five year old Lost Motorcycle Club biker when it came to the clique war.
"Bif's eye is only just back to normal after that sneaky trick you rapscallions pulled last night. I'm pretty sure that assualt with a weapon is illegal, my boy. Il-leg-al." He stretched the final word out like you would if you were talking to someone a bit stupid.
"Because your halo hasn't slipped recently, has it?" Norton commented, sizing Tad up as he spoke. Apparently, Derby noticed this, since within five minutes, he strode over to get involved.
"Screw off, trust fund baby." Johnny ordered.
"Not a chance. You should know enough not to mess with your betters." Derby smirked.
"We didn't," Bucky pointed out. "We messed with a bunch of intoxicated neanderthalian brutes."
"How dare you?" Spencer accused, anger creeping onto his face as his voice became louder.
"Because it's the truth, you asshole!" Johnny shouted, his voice raised to match Spencer's volume. Any quiet chatter pervading the quiet died, with even the first years staring at us.
"Oh really? Well perhaps you should have a bit more respect- my dad could make your life hell with one word. In fact, he owns you! He owns you, your scum friends, and your little harlot here!" he shrieked, pointing at Jimmy, me then Beatrice as he referred to each of us.

It turned out I wasn't the only greaser who thought that Tad had gone too far. The familiar expression crept onto his face, his fists clenched, and his eyes narrowed into maddened slits.

Crap. I know that look...

Sheldon's POV

"The Hole. Tonight at five." the greaser ordered darkly. In response, Tad Spencer nodded, a smirk appearing on his face.
"I look forward to beating you." he added snidely as he walked off. Once the greaser king sat down, the red-haired girl a few years above me darted outside to spread the word whilst the nerd girl sat down beside him, a her eyes worried behind thick glasses.

Without a second's hesitation, I darted back into the school building, the way to the Hole flashing through my brain.

Dr. Crabblesnitch will want to know about this...