Hello again. I just wanted to say that you should check out Bully so you can get a better visualization of the scenery and areas if you've never played it. Or know the map by heart. Also if you haven't checked out the link to the picture of how they look you should. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter. I've been writing it for a week. Enjoy!
One week later
Franklin
It was Saturday morning and the students of Bullworth obviously have no classes for the day. A week has passed since the incident between Michael and Franklin in the Gym. After that nothing happened, well yet at least. Franklin hasn't ran into Michael again, not even in P.E. which they shared together. Maybe the coach moved Michael from that period to avoid tension between him and Franklin, which is surprising considering he seemed to be very interested when the boys. violently wrestled as a part of a class activity. Then again Michael was the star quarterback for the football team and coach didn't want his star player getting in trouble.
Franklin and Lamar were playing darts in the lobby, discussing the upcoming Halloween party in the Gym. "I'm saying you should go" Franklin begged Lamar to agree. Lamar wasn't exactly what you'd call social. He mainly attended to his studies and didn't communicate with anyone outside his clique, Franklin was lucky Lamar spoke to him or Floyd.
"No" Lamar said. Franklin sucked his teeth "Why not?" he said annoyed.
"I will not spend an entire night in that packed, hot building full of bullies and half naked girls when I could be doing more important things like reading and increasing my intelligence" Lamar said uptightly.
"But that's exactly why you should go!" Franklin said. "So you could meet girls and stop playing with imaginary ones in that game you always play. Don't you want a girlfriend?" Franklin asked.
"Not really. All of the girls here are either whores or complete bitches" Lamar replied. "Fine then don't girl for the girls, but for the experience. Do you want your school memories to be you being a total outcast, being bullied and having no fun?" Franklin pointed out. Lamar thought about it for a second before giving in. "Fine. But don't push me into trying to talk to a girl or get drunk or anything" he said seriously. Franklin smiled, "I promise".
Lamar's phone began to ring. He pulled it from his pocket, "Hello?" Franklin didn't know what the conversation was about but he knew it was not good due to the sudden mood change in Lamar's face. "Okay, I'm going to send somebody" Lamar said urgently.
"What happened?" Franklin said. "My friend's in trouble with some bullies" he said pulling Franklin into his room. He went into his drawer and pulled out a slingshot. This wasn't no ordinary slingshot either. It was black and had a holder that you could put your arm through to steady your aim. It also had a scope that you look through.
"He's at the autoshop now go!" he said. Franklin ran out of the room and through the dorm exit.
Tao Cheng
Tao was walking toward the Harrington House. His father was in town, and he was thinking about the interaction he had with Franklin a week prior. He's done some reseach on Franklin. From Los Santos, born March 23, 1998. Doesn't know his father and has a dead mother. Lives with his maternal aunt, Denise and joined the Chamberlain Grove Families at 11. Also served one year at Blaine County Juvenile Facility for attempting to murder a rival gang member.
This impressed Tao, he may have found a second member for what his father was planning. Violent, due to him being in a gang he most likely won't snitch, and somewhat good at fighting. Near perfect qualities. He walked through the front door and was greeted by the leader of his clique, the Preps.
"Hey, Tao" said Devin Weston, the leader of the Preps. He was pouring himself a glass of scotch. Devin is the richest kid at Bullworth. His father owned eleven percent of the private security company known as Merryweather. On top of that his father was known to offshore his properties and businesses to foreign companies to lower the costs, and he owned shares in several major companies. Unfortunately, his father died in some "accident". But luckily for Devin he inherited all of his fathers shares causing him to be one of the richest kid at Bullworth and in the world.
"Hey Devin, my father in?" he asked. Devin nodded his head and walked Tao to his father, Wei Cheng. On their way up the stairs Devin pulled Devin in close.
"Be careful, your father didn't look quite happy today" he said walking back down the stairs to finish his drink. Tao took caution with Devin's words and entered the door slowly. His father was sitting down on the couch and was talking to one of his thugs before looking at his son.
"A, hái yǒu wǒ de háizi!" (Ah, there's my boy!) Wei said speaking in their native language.
"Nín hǎo bàba, nǐ zěnme yàng? Zěnyàng de mǔqīn?" (Hello father, how are you? How's mother?) he asked.
"Wǒ hěn hǎo. Tóngyàng de, nǐ de mǔqīn. Dāngshí shì shénme nǐ gàosù wǒ 'hǎo xiāoxī?'" (I'm fine. Same with your mother. Now what was this 'good news' you were telling me about) he said sitting down.
"Wǒ xiǎng wǒ zhǎodàole dì èr zhāo wèi zhè shì nǐ de "gōngzuò"" (I think I found a second recruit for this 'job' of yours).
"Zhēn? Zhè shì zhuàngguān! Shì shuí ya?" (Really? That's spectacular! Who is it?)
"Yīgè xīn de xiǎo nánhái, fùlánkèlín·kèlíndùn. Tā shì guānyú 5'4, 183 bàng. Suízhe tā de shēngāo hè tǐzhòng, tā yīdìng néng róngrù tōngfēng kǒu." (A new boy, Franklin Clinton. He's about 5'4, 183 pounds. With his height and weight he can surely fit into the vents.)
Wei cleared his throat and rubbed his chin in a thinking matter. "Ér nǐ wèishéme xuǎnzé tā? Shì shénme ràng tā shèngrèn zhè fèn gōngzuò bǐ shēntǐ tèzhēng děng?" (And why did you choose him? What makes him qualified for this job other than physical traits?) he asked.
"Zhè xiǎo zǐ néng zhàndòu, bàba. Zhēn de hěn hǎo, wǒ jiànguò tā dǎ diào yīgè huāhuā gōngzǐ liǎng cì dān chōngyā tā de dàxiǎo. Tā néng pài shàng yòng chǎng, rúguǒ tāmen yào zhēngqǔ." (This kid can fight, dad. Really well, I've seen him knock down a dude twice his size in a single punch. He can come in handy if they have to fight.)
Wei adjusted himself in his seat and stared at his son with intensity. "Nǐ zěnme zhīdào tā bù huì dǎ xiǎo bàogào, rúguǒ shìqíng biàn huài, tāmen bèi zhuā zhùle? Nǐ zěnme zhīdào tā bù huì chū shǔ nǐ, wǒ, hé qítā rén shēn yǔ zhè xiàng gōngzuò?" (And how do you know he won't snitch, if things were to go bad and they got caught? How do you know he wont rat out you, me, and everyone else involved in the job?) he asked with a very serious voice and concern.
"Wǒ zuòle tā de yīxiē yánjiū. Tā shì zài luòsī sāngtuōsī jiētóu bāngpài huílái. Zhāngbólún shùcóng jiātíng, tā hái yǐ bù lái'ēn xiàn shàonián shèshī huāle yī nián qìtú móushā tā de díduì bāngpài de Ballas de chéngyuán. Zhè xiǎozi shì shídǎshí de, fùqīn." (I did some research on him, he was in a street gang back in Los Santos. Chamberlain Grove Families, he also spent a year at Blaine County Juvenile Facility for attempting to murder a member from his rival gang, the Ballas. This kid is the real deal, father.)
He sat in thought for a moment, "Hǎo ba. Xiànzài, nín jiàng rúhé shuōfú tā?" (Alright. Now how will you convince him?)
Tao smiled, "Wǒ yǒu wǒ de bànfǎ, fùqīn." (I have my ways, father.)
Wei laughed, "Zhè shì wǒ de nánhái. Xiànzài, zǒu ba." (That's my boy. Now go.)
Tao turned around and walked away.
"Nà wǒmen qítā de "zhāo", jí dāngdì de nánhái zài lán sè de tiānkōng, cóng měiguó mǎi dúpǐn de rén. Tā zěnme yàng?" (What about our other 'recruit', that local boy in Blue Skies, the one that buys drugs from us. How is he?) Wei asked.
Tao turned around, "Shuí, tè léi fú?" (Who, Trevor?)
Trevor
"Hey! Trevor I know you're in there motherfucker" said a voice from the outside of the warehouse. The man on the other side was banging on the door. He didn't sound happy.
It was 3:41 PM. Trevor was still asleep, like he always was at this time. He groaned and rolled over in his bed only waking up fully when he felt something next to him. A body it seemed. He opened his eyes to see the back of a girl, or he hoped it was, but then again looking back at what he's done in the past he didn't really care. She had short reddish hair, scars along her back, and she smelled like meth. Just the way Trevor liked his girls. He got up and put his clothes on which consisted of a reddish/orangish color muscle shirt with an illustratuion of a wolf on it. Also some dark brown khaki pants and black biker boots he stole from one of the Greasers.
Once he got his clothes on he walked over to her side of the bed to wake her up. Once he saw her face he recognized who it was, it was Ashley. She was the girlfriend of the head of the Greasers, Johnny Klebitz. That's probably why he's outside. He and Trevor were enemies which in turn made Trevor's clique, the Townies enemies of the Greasers clique. It was no surprise, she'd usually come over to smoke on Friday and they'd usually sleep with each other. He'd usually forget about the night before.
He attempted wake her up.
"Hey" he said. No movement, "Hey! Wake the fuck up" he said a little louder. She opened her eyes looking confused.
"Trevor, baby. What's up?" she said groaning.
"I think your boyfriend's outside" he told her.
She got up and put her clothes on while the man on the other side of the door banged on it louder. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the warehouse only to meet Johnny on the at the door. She walked past him.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing" Johnny said spinning her around by the arm.
"Y'know just having fun" she said smiling.
"By fucking some that weirdo, Trevor?" he said grabbing her by the arm hard and pulling her toward him.
"Ow Johnny that hurts."
Trevor grabbed a baseball bat from the locker and stood in the door leaning on the frame with the bat hidden from sight.
"Hey, ease up on her. Cowboy" he said taunting Johnny.
Johnny turned around and looked at Trevor ready to strike.
"I thought I told you to stay away from my girl?" he asked. Obviously a rheotorical question.
"I know, you did. But it seems to me your girl isn't satisfied with you so she keeps coming back to these" he said grabbing his crotch.
This angered Johnny a lot so he sprinted toward Trevor to attack, but before he even got four feet close to him Trevor pulled the bat from behind the door and swung it hitting Johnny in his jaw before he knew what hit him. Johnny painfully spun and landed on his face. Ashley screamed and Johnny got up.
"Just you wait you're going to regret that" Johnny said with blood spilling from his mouth. He spat and sat down on his motorcycle and rode off. Ashley looked at Trevor with wide eyes and he simply nodded and shut the door.
He looked around the warehouse, but to him it wasn't a warehouse since he used it as a home. He went through the gate door to the rest of the warehouse and went toward the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had somewhat long hair, but not like a girs though. It ended at the back of his neck and the front of it hung on his forehead. He had cuts and scars on his face from the previous fights he's been in, mainly clique fights between him, Johnny and their cliques. He sat on the toilet and went to the bathroom. When he was done he brushed his teeth, even though he did drugs he still somewhat cared for his body. It was about twenty minutes after his confrontation with Johnny so he wasn't really surprised when he heard the front door being kicked open and Johnny's voice.
"Alright boys find that son of a bitch!" Johnny said referring to Trevor. Trevor hated phrases like "Motherfucker" or "Son of a bitch", how dare anyone disrespect someone else's mother.
Trevor hid in one of the lockers that used to belong to whoever worked in this abandoned warehouse. It was dark and not very much room in their but he was able to look through the vents which produced light into the locker. He saw about twelve guys walk into the back of the warehouse to search for him. All armed with baseball bats or a chair leg. Trevor exited the locker and crouch walked to one of the large scaffoldings and hid in the dark shadows. It was dark in the warehouse so Trevor had an advantage since he was used to it and he was able to hide.
One of them walked past him so he exited the shadow and swung his fist at the guys temple. He fell but he wasn't knocked out so when he fell to the ground Trevor stomped on his head. He picked up his bat and walked into another shadow. One of 'the guys that walked past noticed his buddy laying down on the floor in the disance.
"Hey come check this out guys!" he yelled. Five seconds later they ran toward the goon and their unconscious friend.
"Is he breathing?" One of them said. He recognized the voice, it was Johnny's second in command, Clay.
"Yeah, he is" the goon replied. While they were busy trying to wake him up Trevor crossed through the scaffolding to the other side. He picked up a brick and threw it at a wall on the somewhere far away.
"I think we got 'em boys" one of them said running. All of them ran toward the noise but one, he was too busy kicking his friend to get him up. Trevor took the opportunity and snuck behind him and brought the bat down on his head, knocking him out. While everyone else was on the opposite side of the warehouse he took off running toward the exit.
"Hey! I see him" said one of them running toward him, now they were all running after him. As he ran toward the exit he can see Johnny with his back turned sitting in a chair. As he got closer Johnny became suspicious before turning around and spotting Trevor.
"Hey!" he yelled getting up and trying to get Trevor. But Trevor picked up speed and knocked both him and Johnny to the ground. Trevor got up fast and ran out the door. He sprinted toward the power plant where he knew his boys would be there. He looked behind to see Johnny hop onto his motorcycle and chase after him. He picked up speed a bit more and he was nearly to the power plant. On the way he saw a couple of his boys.
They saw their leader running from the Greasers so they ran up and tackled a couple off of their bicycles. Trevor looked back again to see Johnny catching up, quickly, then again he was on a motorcycle. Luckily, he made it to the power plant and ran inside the gates. He locked them out. He saw a group of twelve boys, no older than 19.
"Hey boys!" he yelled. They all turned around. Trevor ran up to them out of breath.
"Trevor, what's wrong?" said Wade, the third in command of the Townies.
"Greasers...incoming" he said. The rest of the Townies yelled with excitement. They loved when there was a clique war with the Greasers. Seconds later Johnny came crashing through the barricaded gate with his motorcycle being followed closely behind by his goons.
The Townies and the Greasers ran at each other and clashed like something out of a movie. While they were fighting Johnny and Trevor walked toward each other and once they got into close proximity Johnny swung and Trevor ducked making Johnny miss. Trevor took the opportunity and gut punched Johnny causing Johnny to bend over holding his stomach. Out of no where Johnny tackled Trevor to the floor and head butted him. This made Trevor bleed from his mouth and also made him angry.
Trevor swung up hitting Johnny off of him and he stood up and began to stomp and kick Johnny wherever his foot landed. Johnny grabbed his foot and yanked it up making Trevor fall back. He attempted to mount Trevor again but he kicked up hitting Johnny in his knees making him fall to the ground on his knees. Trevor kicked Johnny in his face and he fell onto his back. Trevor could hear police sirens in the distance and Trevor got up and ran.
"This isn't over Trevor...do you hear me!" Johnny said behind him. Trevor ran out of the gates and was met by the Bullworth Police Department. He got on the bicycle of one of the Greasers, he would've taken Johnny's motorcycle but it was totalled from the break in. Trevor pedaled faster as the cop car turned around and made a quick turn and went toward Happy Volts Asylum. The police car came around the corner and picked up speed. He decided to not go through the tunnel leading to Happy Volts but instead the tunnel leading to the nearby academy. He went across the bridge and bunny hopped off the end of it. The car drove on it too and the bridge nearly collapsed into the water. When it went off of the bridge the driver lost control a bit and it nearly flipped over. Trevor used this to his advantage as there was another, longer drop just ahead. Trevor pedaled faster and avoided being hit by the car in such a narrow space. He finally reached the longer drop and bunny hopped. He braced himself for impact but he painfully hit his junk on the seat. This sent him tumbling on the ground. The police car landed and as Trevor had hoped the driver lost control and the car flipped over, luckily not too bad to kill him.
Trevor got up and tried to tried to pedal away on the bike but his junk was still hurting.
"Ow...fuck!"
Franklin
Franklin arrived at the autoshop and hid behind the dumpster. He could 2 white shirted boys, or like Lamar called them "Bullies", attacking a small, chubby kid. He was white, about 5'6 with a shaved head. The kid must've been paralyzed or could hardly walk or something because he had crutches with the arm holsters. Cowards, beating up a kid with crutches. Franklin stepped from behind the dumpster. He aimed the slingshot at the head of one of the white shirted boys. He put a rock in the sling and pulled back and let go. The rock hit the kid in the back on the head, knocking him out instantly. The kid next to him was alerted and ran around the wall, Franklin began to follow him. He could see that the boy he knocked out with the slingshot was bleeding a bit from the wound. Franklin attempted to wake him to see if he was okay because he wasn't making any sound.
Franklin got worried for a second which is surprising considering that the reason he's here in the first place was because he nearly shot a Ballas member to death in front of Davis High. But the kid moved slightly and was snoring a bit. Franklin sighed with relief before pursuing the other bully. He ran around the wall to see the boy and three of his friends waiting for him.
"Come on show us what you got, convict" the blonde haired boy said running at Franklin.
"Convict?" Franklin said slightly confused.
The boy swung his fist at Franklin, hitting him in his jaw. The kid attempted to hit him again but Franklin blocked it and tackled the boy to the ground punching him in his mouth. Another boy tried to kick Franklin but he rolled out of the way of the oncoming foot. Lamar's friend raised one of his crutches and bashed one of them in the head. The boy was about to hit him until Franklin tackled him from behind causing him to hit his face on the concrete. Hard. He was knocked out, or Franklin hoped he was. Franklin turned and was immediately greeted by a kick to the stomach. Franklin fell to his knees trying to get back the wind that just left him. Lamar's friend got the attention off of Franklin by tripping one of the boys and took whatever beating that was coming to him. Franklin quickly regained his breath and snuck behind one of the boys and swung his fist at the side of his face, knocking him out. The remaining two chased Franklin as he ran.
Franklin hid behind a broken down car as the other two ran past where he was hiding, completely oblivious to the fact that he was there. Franklin hurried and went back to Lamar's friend who just got back on his feet. "Hey man, are you okay?" Franklin asked.
The boy was observing his broken glasses then looked back at Franklin. "Kinda, you should be worried if you are okay. You don't look too good" he said with concern.
Franklin laughed "I'm used to it by now". The boy stuck his hand out and introduced himself, "Well where are my manners? My name is Lester".
Franklin shook his hand, "Franklin".
"Well, Franklin I do not have any money on me at the moment so here, take this" he said walking to the side of the dumpster and coming back with a skateboard.
"Now that you'll excuse me I have some work to attend to. Have a nice day" he said turning around and slowly walked through the parking lot.
Franklin looked at the skateboard he received. The front was green with two black spots on it. It was polished and smooth unlike most skateboards. He looked on the back of it. It had green wheels and black trucks on it. He got on the board and began riding it toward the gate and into the town.
On his way into Bullworth Town he remembered the name one of them called him. "Convict?" he said to himself. "Lamar or Floyd must've blabbed about me being in juvie. Or someone must've overheard. Great". Franklin arrived in Bullworth Town. It was small, way smaller than Los Santos. There was a building somewhat identical to Bullworth Academy down the road. Must've been Town Hall. Franklin decided it was time to cut his hair and was looking for a barber shop. He saw a man walking toward him and asked him where it was.
"Excuse me, sir. Is there a barber in this town?" he asked.
"Right down there, kid" he said pointing down the street to a small building. "Thanks" he said with gratitude. Franklin walked down to the building and went inside. It was an old, dirty looking place. Very different from the neighborhood one back in Los Santos.
"Ah you come for the haircut, yes?" a man said with an eastern European accent. Russia probably. Franklin nodded and the man opened his chair. He put his skateboard by the soda machine and went and sat down in the open seat.
"What do you want?" the man said. Franklin observed himself in the mirror for a moment. "Trim the top and cut the sides low" he replied. Franklin sat in the seat for about ten minutes, wincing at the pain of the main clipping through his afro, his hair getting caught many times.
"Alright, we're done" the man said handing Franklin a mirror. Franklin observed his hair for a minute. "Looks nice. Thanks" he said getting up and paying the man ten dollars. He grabbed his skateboard and left. He placed his skateboard on the ground and began riding it back to school. "Now I still can't get that name outta my head. Convict."
Amanda
Amanda was sitting on the bleachers inside the gym. Practice has just ended and she was lonely. Michael was of course at football practice, like he always was. She decided to roam around and hopefully find something interesting. "Hey, Amanda" she turned around to see her boyfriend's best friend, Kyle.
"Oh hey, Kyle. Shouldn't you be at practice?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I had to use the bathroom" he replied. He looked at her and noticed she wasn't her usual happy, gleeful self.
"What's wrong?" he said curiously. She looked at him "Nothing. I'm fine" she said obviously lying. "No there's something wrong. Let's talk" he said sitting down on the bleachers. She sat down next to him, awkwardly.
"What's wrong?" he asked. She sighed, "I'm thinking about if I should dump Michael".
"Why?"
"It's that he doesn't spend a lot of time with me. Either he's in class or at football practice. Even if I do manage to catch him inbetween he's busy or too tired to do anything else."
"Well you know how he is about his football career. Not letting anything stop him."
"I know but still. He can still talk to me for a few minutes." she said resting her head in her palm. She looked up at Kyle, "Do you have a girlfriend, Kyle?" she asked.
"No" he said. Honestly, he wasn't lying. He didn't exactly have a girlfriend. He usually messed with vulnerable, easy girls and those who had boyfriends.
"Well you deserve one, because you actually bothered to stay and listen instead of running off to God know's where" she said scooting oddly close to him. Kyle felt kind of uncomfortable at how close she was sitting to him. But he actually liked it.
"I think I'd rather stay single. I can't stay committed to one person" he said.
"Really?" she asked. "Have you ever messed around with girls in a relationships?"
He knew where this was going. Amanda was cute and all. She had long brown hair that was put into a ponytail, hazel eyes, and an hourglass figure. But at the end of the day she was the girl of his bestfriend.
"That's all I basically go for."
"Would you consider me?"
"No" he said. This made her a little annoyed.
"Why not?"
"You're dating my bestfriend" he reminded her.
"So?"
"So what if Michael finds out?"
"He isn't going to find out" Amanda said assuring him.
"Sorry, I can't risk it" Kyle said standing up. He couldn't do it, if he got caught there'd be so much to lose. His spot on the team, his reputation (well technically he already had one amongst the girls and it wasn't a good one). Amanda grabbed his hand and he looked at her.
"Come on, please? I just need someone to fill the void. I'm lonely and I just need some comfort." She started crying, well fake crying but Kyle didn't realize. He felt bad for her, has she been neglected this bad? Even though he's been the cause of a lot of them, he hated seeing girls cry.
He sat down, "Fine if it means so much to you, I'll do it."
"Really? Oh thanks Kyle" she said giving him a kiss. This surprised him, he wasn't quite ready for this yet. He pulled away.
"Let's slow it down here" he said looking at his watch. "I gotta go back. See ya" he ran toward the exit. Her smile vanished almost instantly as she realized she was alone. Again.
"Well I'm alone again."
Uh oh cheater alert! Making the part with Amanda was hard but I got through it. Let me say the Amanda/Kyle interaction will lead to some heavy shit. I already wrote that part in a page about 2 down but I might move it to 3. I also added Tao and Trevor in at the last moment as I didn't want to leave them out for too long especially since Tao plays a large role in the crime portion of the story. I got the whole hiding in the shadow idea in Trevors story from another Rockstar game called "Manhunt". Anyway I just want to make clear about the ages of these characters. This story takes place in 2013 so thats why Franklin is 15 and born in 1998. Michael is 17, Trevor 18, Amanda is 17, Kyle is 17, Lamar 16, Floyd 15, Johnny 19, Ashley 18, Tao 16, and Devon is 18. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed this and review if you have any tips onto how to make the story better or if you enjoyed it. See ya!