Thank you all so much for the reviws and the follows. I'd hit a bit of a block again but I think I've got my feet back underneath me.
I didn't start out the day on the right foot-not that any day felt right with Betty being part of the Serpents-but this morning was like a punch in the gut.
I'd gotten up to get ready for school only to see my dad practically bolt out of the trailer and across the way to Sweet Pea's. Being the curious type I carefully made my way outside and around our trailer so I could cross the road farther down and out of sight. When I got to the back of Sweet Pea's, close enough to hear the conversation, I'd really wished I'd stayed in bed.
Betty had apparently already moved on and was banging Southside's playboy. I'd expected so much better from her but I was starting to see that I'd never really known the real betty. My Betty didn't get practically naked in front of a group of bikers. My Betty was sweet and went out of her way to do anything for you. My Betty…had secrets. More than I'd ever thought.
While listening to my dad chew out Sweet I realized that I was going to have to take more drastic steps to make sure she stayed out of this life. I didn't know quite yet what I would do, but I was sure something would come up that I could exploit. I could just feel it.
Before their conversation came to it's inevitable end I made my way back around trailers, across lawns and roads - and around one nasty Pomeranian – to the trailer I shared with my old man. I had hoped to catch him before he took off to work, but it looked like he had to leave right away as he never made it back. Seemed to be a theme of the Jones men, always missing the other when they felt it was most important to see them before the day could rightfully begin.
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As I pulled into the lot of the school I could see some of the regular crew hanging around. I didn't have a lot of time before first period so I gave them a quick nod and then headed up to my locker. The day went from bad to worse as I saw my arch nemesis leaning against the bent up metal.
"Not here to start shit Jones, just need you to walk Betty to second period. You share first with her and the lab is closer to you than anyone else."
I was about to tell him to eat shit and make him take his own pussy to class when the perfect idea hit me. I nodded my acquiescence and then put my plan into action as soon as his back was turned. Mr. Rivers was notorious for not taking role call and I was about to use that to my advantage.
As people started shuffling around to get to class I headed towards a particularly dark alcove that wasn't well used. It had the perfect view of my english classroom door and the hall towards the rest of the school. The design of this place was like a U shape, giving you two dead ends. It was poor planning to have the degenerate youths pent up in a place without clear sight lines and even less supervision, and I intended to take full advantage.
As I watched Sweet Pea drop Betty off for class I felt a small rush of victory. The Ghoulie's second in command had first period English as well and since he never spared me a good beating on my first day I'd hoped he wouldn't spare another new recruit either. Betty would be properly scared and if things started getting out of hand I was in the perfect position to play the shining knight to her distressed damsel.
As the minutes flew past I prepared for the bell to ring, signaling the beginings of my plan. If I still knew Betty she'd wait to leave last, hoping I'd show up or that the teacher would make a good buffer between her and any misfortune that might become her. What she didn't know is that the teachers cared even less about class than the students did.
I watched Rivers bolt out of class followed by the vast majority of the class, and I smirked as I realized the last people still inside were none other than Betty and a couple of Hot Rod gang members.
Seconds turned to minutes, but I'd yet to hear anything coming from the room – not that the loud halls allowed for much noise to seep through. No signs of a scuffle, no loud noises, no screams, no maniacal laughter…I was beginning to wonder if my plan had worked a little too well when Jonah walked out of the class, followed quickly by a completely untouched blonde.
What the hell? What the actual fuck is going on at this school?
When I made to leave my little alcove and follow Betty and her body guard I was forcefully pulled back and slammed against a wall.
"Not smart there Prince," the low voice of one Damien DeMarcos crooned, "we don't do your dirty work and we sure as hell don't rough up dames as delicious as that one."
"I don't know what you're talking about, " I edged out defiantly, trying not to let his aggression get to me.
"Don't play dumb, dipshit, I'm not stupid enough to think blondie wasn't unprotected on purpose, and seeing you skulking out here I can't help but wonder why the Serpent Prince wants their new recruit roughed up so bad. Now, I'm gunna call my Prez and have him give your daddy the heads up so he knows there wasn't some foul play going on."
I could feel my face pale as I realized that FP Jones was going to chew my ass into hamburger meat, if the rest of the young serpents didn't beat my ass bloody first.
"Now since I've seen this fucked up shit first hand let me lay it all out for you: the little dove is protected. She should have been protected by you but now she'll be protected from you. She did all of us a favour and we don't forget that, now get out of here before I beat you to within an inch of your life."
He threw me down the hall and I straightened my spine before turning and walking away as casually as I could manage. As the bell rang I headed to my second class, not even caring about being late after skipping first, and thought as long and hard as I could about how I could get ahead of this. After almost an hour of tuning out calculus I still wasn't any further on a plan to get ahead of this.
When the lunch bell sounded it felt more like the last bell at a boxing match. The signal that I was laying on the mat, out of the match for good. All I could do now was hope that Betty still had a little bit of her old self in there, just a little bit of mercy to see that my attempt of keeping her out of this life was misguided at best. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to be so lucky.