Hey everyone, I HUGELY apologize for not updating in TWO months. I've been caught up in a lot of things like football and now recently school. But I assure I will make sure it wont take this long again. Anyway I hope this chapter makes up for it, enjoy!

Franklin

Earlier, Before Amanda's Second Blood Test

Franklin awoke to the sound of the alarm ringing in his room. He reached over and swung his hand down to turn it off, but it wouldn't stop ringing. He attempted it a few more times before he used some strength to completely crush and break it.

"Shit.."

Floyd was fully awoken by the sound of the alarm clock being shattered.

"What the hell?"

"Sorry, I...broke the alarm clock."

"Why?"

"Wouldn't shut off, we can get a new one anyway, there are tons in the basement."

Floyd rubbed his eyes before suddenly remembering what was happening later in the day.

"So...how are you?"

"I'm good, why'd you say it like that?"

Floyd scratched his head, "Did you forget you're fighting Steve today?"

"You expect me to lose sleep over that punk?"

"No, just thought you might want to think about how this might play out."

"Floyd, I've fought him before. You've seen it, ain't nothing to be worried about."

"But that was just a small, unprepared fight. This time you'll actually be going up against him, things may not be the same."

Franklin thought it over for a second, "What's your point?"

"You might not want to get too cocky and let your guard down."

Franklin thought about it for a second, "You know, when you're right, you're right. I'll take note of it. We should be getting ready for class."

Franklin walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a red Bullworth basketball jersey, red basketball shorts with the Bullworth crest on the side of it, and black skate shoes. They took their toothbrushes and rags to the bathroom and brushed their teeth and washed their faces. Franklin noticed a few of the boys looking at him and whispering to their friends, but he thought nothing of them. He went back to the room and put a strap around his body as a holster for his skateboard.

"Let's go." As they walked to the main building both of them noticed even more people looking at them. Or Franklin at least. One guy walked past them, "Hope you got insurance," he said.

"Fuck you, dawg."

One of the jocks yelled, "Dead man walking!"

Another, "I got my money on you!"

And another, "You can beat him!"

With a lot of people yelling shit at him he was getting mad. Floyd looked at his face and could vividly see the anger on Franklin's face.

"Are you okay?"

"Not really."

"They're just trying to scare you, don't let it get to you."

"Trust me, I'm not."

"You look mad right now."

"Okay, maybe a little."

"Just keep walking and try not to smack a nearby student."

They entered the main building to see even more people staring at them. The bell rang before anyone could say anything. Both of them walked to the Biology class and sat down in their seats.

"Settle down children," the teacher said. The teacher explained their assignment and that was to disect a frog. He handed them their trays and frogs and tools. Franklin and Floyd were partners for like the tenth time.

"Ew, gross!" Franklin said as the brain of the frog seeped out of its head in a gooish mess.

"The smell is much worse, so be glad you can't smell it as much as I can."

Just before Franklin cut out the heart out of the poor thing he heard someone whisper a name he hadn't heard in a while, "Hey, convict!"

His head turned toward the direction of the name. He spotted a couple of Bullies. One stuck 3 of his fingers out to make the hand signal for 3 and the other one was stabbing his dead frog quite viciously. Franklin understood it as "You're dead at 3:00." Well 3:30 because that's when class ended. Franklin began to walk over there but Floyd grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"You can deal with them, later."

Franklin sighed, "Whatever you say."

Trevor

Trevor couldn't sleep that night, he was paranoid, thinking that they would be found. Which is highly unlikely considering they were literally behind a wall in a hidden room. He had to go outside soon, he couldn't sit in that room all day.

"Have you been up all night?" Billy asked.

"I can't sleep, I've never done anything like breaking out of jail. This is serious."

"You afraid?"

"A tad bit, but not really. How long are we gonna be behind this wall?"

"I know a guy whose dad knows the police chief, corrupt as fuck, he can get us off with just a slap on the wrist. Name's Tao Cheng."

"Tao Cheng? I know him."

"How?"

"He supplied me with narcotics and shit like that."

"Oh, well you have his number then?"

"In my phone, which was destroyed a while ago."

"Shit, well one of us has to sneak to his house in Old Bullworth Vale."

"Why not get Brian to do it?"

"He...he and Brian had a falling out a while back. He said he'd have him killed if he was ever on his property again."

"Shit, what did he do?"

"He may have said a lot of things to Tao that you'd consider racist, but that's for another time."

Billy sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. The Bullworth local news was on, they were talking about the escape the day before. Billy turned it up.

"There were three men. Two were identified as Trevor Phillips, former leader of the now disbanded Townies, and William Grey, former leader of the Bullworth Academy Greasers. There was a third but he has not been identified. Bullworth Police Department called on police to look out in every US state they could potentially escape to. Police also say to keep a close eye on the following states as they might potentially hide there more than the others. This list includes:

Liberty City and Carcer City, Liberty State

Every city or town in the State of San Andreas

Vice City, Florida

Alderney

Cottonmouth

and Anywhere City

If you see any of the two men please call the police. Thank you and have a good day."

Trevor put his hands on his head and walked around and Billy put his head down.

"Well I guess joining the Lost is out of the question," Billy joked.

"Tao better be able to get the police off our ass."

"He will, he's done it for me before."

"Was the crime this serious?"

"Now that I think of it, no."

"I'll take your word for it."

Michael

Michael was tossing the ball around on the field with Packie and Gustavo. He was somewhat enjoying himself but he was still being haunted by Amanda's confrontation a couple of days before. That was the only thing bringing his day to such a shitty turn. He thought about the jail sentence he could receive, should Amanda tell the authorities. I mean, she said that he was not going to tell anybody, but he was worried that she would change her mind. While he was distracted by his thoughts Packie thought it'd be funny to throw the ball at Michael while he was not looking. Luckily for Michael, he came to his senses before the ball came into contact with his head. He leaned back to dodge it but since it was so sudden he lost his balance and fell on his butt.

"Fuck you, McReary, what was that for?"

"You should've been paying attention," he started busting up laughing. Michael groaned and got up.

"Hey, de Santa, come over here!" yelled Mr. Burton, the football coach.

"Oooh, you're in troooouuble," Gustavo yelled. Michael flipped him off before jogging toward Mr. Burton.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Burton?"

"Is something wrong? You kicked Kyle off of the team, why?!"

Michael didn't want to tell him why as it wasn't really his business.

"It's personal, sir."

"Personal?! You better tell me why before I kick YOU off the team."

"He...he was messing around Amanda behind my back."

"Oh, Jesus." He put his face in his hands before sighing.

"Is this what this is about? He played around with your girlfriend a bit? Get over it, it happens, God knows how many girlfriend's of my team I've screwed, but guess what? We settled it elsewhere and made sure it didn't affect our chances of winning. But you? You go head and kick the best damn running back in the state of New Hampshire off the team. If you wanna handle him, do it, but don't affect our team. Don't pull that crap again, de Santa, understand?"

Michael wanted to protest against him but he decided it was useless, he couldn't afford to lose his spot at quarterback. "Yes, Mr. Burton."

"Good, see you at practice."

Michael turned back and walked back to playing catch with Packie and Gustavo.

"What was that about?" asked Packie.

"It was about me kicking Kyle off of the team. Apparently Mr. Burton wasn't too happy about that and chewed me out for it as you saw."

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing, I can't risk that I'd lose my position. Guess I'll have to deal with him, for now."

"Okay, Mike," Gustavo said before throwing the ball at Michael.

Tao Cheng

Tao was in his room at his manor planning things out for the upcoming raid on Bullworth Academy. He was chatting online via deep web with a potential buyer of the gold trophies so he could melt them and just get the gold.

"So how much are you willing to sell it for?" the man typed.

"Shall this go according to plan, we will be selling it at two thousand a piece. There are about eight of them."

"Ahh."

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no, not at all."

"So what's your decision, will you take it or no?"

"You know what, I'll take them."

"Good decision, what's your address?"

"Whoa, before I give you my address, how do I know you're not a cop?"

Tao thought about it, how is he supposed to show this person he is not a cop?

"How am I supposed to show you I'm not a cop?"

"I was hoping you'd find a way to prove it."

"Look man, just trust me when I say this, I am not a cop. I will never be a cop, not then, not now, not ever."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it. Send it to one of my other houses. 2884 Hillcrest Avenue, Vinewood Hills, Los Santos."

"Alright, I need a name."

"Javier Madrazo."

That name sounded familiar, last name at least. He started to think about that last name before it hit him like a truck. He was speaking to a relative of Mexican cartel leader Martin Madrazo. There has been bad blood between Martin Madrazo and Tao's father in the past.

"Are you by any chance related to Martin Madrazo?"

"What is this, fucking twenty-one questions?"

"No, no, my apologies."

"If it goes well, when should I expect my gold?"

"About three weeks, maybe even two, depending on how shipping goes."

"Very well then, I will speak to you soon. Have a great day," Tao saw Javier's status change from online to offline. Tao sighed before hearing the doorbell ring. He ran downstairs and opened the door to see Lester standing with his crutches in front of the door.

"Hey, Lester, what's up?"

"I've been hearing around the 'grapevine' at school that your little recruit, Franklin Clinton, is fighting Steve Haines in the basement later today, just thought you should know."

"Oh shit, we better get there."

"Are you gonna stop it?"

"Yes, if he gets hurt there goes my second member, it took me a long time to find someone suitable."

"Alright, wait up!"

Franklin

Franklin was in the last class of the day, which was Music, he was looking at the clock. A few minutes until the end of class, until his big fight with Steve. He didn't really care of course, but there's something different about this fight. Was it because his school reputation is on the line? Or because a majority of the school will be watching? He didn't know, but all he knew is that in a few minutes it was go time. He looked over at Floyd who was looking at him with worry.

"Chill out," Franklin mouthed. Floyd nodded and turned his attention toward the teacher and Franklin doing the same.

"Alright children, next week we will be going into percussion instruments. It's fairly easy, let me give you a few tips..."

She began rambling on about how to flick your wrists and blah blah blah, but all Franklin could focus on was the clock. He watched as the red hand ticked and tocked along the numbers counting down the seconds. It did move slow, but fast at the same time. The red hand finally reached the last second of the minute as the big hand landed on the 30 and the bell rang as everyone walked away from the instruments and rushed out of the door. Franklin stood up and walked out of the door and down the hall, Floyd right behind him. People looked at him as he walked but Franklin ignored them.

"You sure you want to do this? I mean you have nothing to prove."

"I would've made it clear if I didn't want to do this."

"Ok, Franklin."

"So, how do we get to the Hole?"

"It's in the basement. There are three ways, the first way is that we can go through the door on the side of the school, but it's like an obstacle course to get through the doors. The second way is that we can go through the door by the school store, but with the Prefects patrolling the area they might think something is up with half the students pouring into the basement. Which leads up to the third way, you know the door by the Math room? The one that takes you to the roof?"

"Yeah, so?"

"There's a service elevator up the stairs in that door. That's where most of the kids go."

"Let's go to the elevator."

"Alright, it'll be a little crowded, though."

The two of them walked to that door by the math room, Floyd was right. Groups of students snuck into the door fast so the Prefect wouldn't catch them.

"Well, might as well follow them," Floyd said. Franklin caught the door as it was closing and walked up the stairs, Floyd right behind him. They went up two flights of stairs before they entered a medium sized hall with a large group of students gathering around what seemed to be the elevator. One of them turned around and spotted Franklin, "Well look who it is, the man of the hour!" A few started cheering but most of them started clapping. They moved to the side to let Franklin cut to the front of the line to get in next. Franklin began to walk through the crowd, Floyd did the same but he was stopped.

"What do you think you're doing, Floyd?"

"Uh, going to the front?"

"We said only for the new kid, get to the back."

Franklin turned around, "Hey man, he's with me." The boy looked at Floyd before letting him go, allowing Floyd to follow Frankin. They arrived as soon as the elevator door opened. They stepped in and waited for it to be piled up with kids before the elevator finally closed. It was about fifty seconds before they finally touched down in the basement.

"Well, here we are," Franklin said. They walked down a dark, long, leaking, smelly, dirty hall before they turned, allowing Franklin to see the iconic "Hole." It was a pit, about five meters deep, with a grate in the middle of it, there was a mixture of green, brown, and red liquid exiting through the grate. Franklin got the impression that this was a place to where sewage left the main building at. It was disgusting.

"Good luck." This snapped Franklin out of whatever trance he was in.

"Oh, thanks."

Franklin walked toward the Hole and ignored the ladder leading down in it and just jumped in it. He feet started to sting from the landing. When he landed he realized the smell was even worst down there.

"Ugh, what do I do now?"

"Uh, I guess you just wait for Steve to show up."

Well speak of the devil. Just as he said that Steve showed up with his crew around him.

"Well look what we have here, I'm surprised you showed up."

Franklin looked at him, "I don't back down from anyone."

Steve laughed, "Today I'm gonna make you wish you did."

Franklin bent his fingers against his face, cracking his knuckles, "Then bring it."

"Oh, I will."

Steve jumped down and started to circle Franklin. A few seconds later someone must've brought a boombox or speaker or something because out of nowhere fighting music started to play, it was hard to notice due to everyone screaming and cheering. Franklin got into his defensive stance and started turning as Steve circled him. Steve then charged at Franklin and swung. Steve must've honestly thought he was fast because Franklin easily ducked under his swinging arm. When Franklin ducked he swung his fist also, hitting Steve in his stomach. Steve made a very audible "oof" sound when the hit landed.

"You're fast, I'll give you that."

"And you're slow, both physically and mentally," Franklin retorted.

This angered Steve, causing him to throw his fists eratically at Franklin. Franklin didn't dodge a few in time and was hit several times.

"Damn, that actually kinda hurt."

Franklin felt something in the back of his mouth. He spat it out to see that it was a molar.

"That was a baby tooth anyway, nigga."

Franklin kicked his leg into Steve's crotch which caused him to lower himself in pain. Franklin grabbed Steve's head and headbutted him, hard. He headbutted him so hard Franklin started to get a slight headache. Steve started leaking from his nose. Franklin started to swing his fists into Steve's face very fast and used every force in his body to hit him as hard as he could.

"I told you not to fuck with-" Franklin was cut off by Steve grabbing his arm and swinging him around. He swung him for a few seconds before letting go, making Franklin hit the hard ground a few feet away. While Franklin tried to get back to his senses Steve ran at him and kicked him in the gut, slightly knocking the wind from him. Steve continued to kick him until Franklin grabbed his foot. Steve tried to kick him off but Franklin moved his leg in such a way that caused him to fall to the ground. Franklin mounted Steve and began to punch him.

"Kicking me wasn't a good idea was it?"

Steve punched him which disoriented him a bit alowing Steve to roll over and make both of them switch places. Franklin managed to block his punches but not all of them. He grabbed Steve's fist and quickly used his foreknuckle to hit Steve in his throat. Steve gasped for air as Franklin grabbed him around the eyes and began scratching and pulling.

"Let go!" Steve managed to say inbetween chokes.

Franklin pulled harder which made Steve let out a scream. Franklin let go once he saw a bit of blood starting to come from his eyes. Franklin punched up and hit him and then quickly slid backwards from under him and kicked him in his nose. Steve lunged at him which caused him to kick him again, this time moving out of the way so he could fall to the ground.

Franklin stood up and began to stomp and kick Steve. Steve tried to get up many times but was violently put down every single time. Floyd noticed it was getting a little too out of hand and jumped down to pull Franklin away before he potentially went overboard.

"It's done, Franklin. He wont get back up."

The music turned off as everyone stared at Franklin to see what he'd do next. He walked up to Steve and stomped on him once more.

"Look at you, Steve. You thought you were the baddest motherfucker in this school, you thought you could scare anyone and anything, now look at you, bloodied and beaten. Maybe next time you think about picking on someone you'll think back to this day and remember that I whooped your ass and made you look like the bitch you are."

He walked toward the ladder to leave, "Come on, Floyd." Floyd took one last look at Steve and then proceeded to follow Franklin.

Franklin walked through the crowd as they backed up to let him through, someone started to clap, soon another person began clapping, then another, and another, and soon almost everyone in the crowd began clapping and cheering. Franklin had beaten the biggest bully on campus, which made Franklin proud in a way but could prove harmful, it would probably bring unwanted attention from both cliques and faculty. But whatever, he didn't really care for what happened later, all he wanted to do was get back to the Boys' Dorm.

Franklin and Floyd didn't say a word to each other until they got to the dorm. They entered their room and Franklin sat on the bed. They spent a few minutes in silence before Floyd spoke up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you haven't talked at all since we left the Hole, I thought you'd be happy that you beat the biggest bully in school."

"I am, but this probably put me on thin ice with the principal. I'd be in huge trouble if he finds out."

"Trust me, nobody is going to tell or anything. You beat the biggest bully in school, nobody is not even going to want to look in your direction after this, they'll be too afraid."

"What about Steve's bitch ass? What if he or one of his rabid followers snitches because he lost?"

"Dude, I seriously doubt it, even if he does who cares? You think they're going to take their word for it?"

He sighed, "I guess you're right."

"I know I am."

"Whatever man, after the day I had I'm in need for a nap," Franklin said, laying down.

Trevor

Midnight

Trevor waited until it was night to go to Tao's manor all the way in Old Bullworth Vale. He borrowed a couple of outfits from the store so he could try and disguise himself from the possible cops searching the night for them, mainly just a bunch of nerdy cosplay stuff like elf and wizard costumes. Yeah, like that isn't going to draw attention.

He headed out of the backdoor which led to a set of stairs in the alley behind it. He looked around the alley before he walked out in the open and carefully made his way toward Tao's manor, ducking inbetween alleys whenever he heard a car pass by or seeing someone's silhouette, whcih turned out to be a bum all of the time. He continued walking down the street and saw a police car coming in his direction. He put his head down slightly and continued to walk. He noticed the car start to slow down a bit. It drove past him as the officer rolled the window down.

"Hey, is there some sort of nerdy festival going on around here?" The officer laughed along with another laugh, there was another officer in there.

"Fuck off, pig," Trevor said impulsively, he cursed in the back of his head, that will surely bring attention toward him, but he didn't yell it, so there's a possibility he wasn't heard.

"You say something, boy?"

Fuck. Trevor walked on and continued to walk, speeding up a bit. The officer got out of the car and walked toward him.

"I asked you a question, boy?"

The officer got closer to Trevor and aggressively grabbed the back of his shirt. Before his identity could be figured out he quickly grabbed the officer's crotch and squeezed it. He let out a yell of pain and Trevor took off running. The other officer got out of the car and ran after Trevor.

"Hey, get back here!"

Trevor took a detour and ran from the street and to a trail that went along the top of the Bullworth Dam. Trevor heard a loud bang and saw something quickly hit the ground next to his foot. He was trying to shoot his feet. Trevor began to zig zag to avoid being hit but the officer never fired again. He ran up the trail which led to a cemetery, somewhere he could hide and lure the officers in so he could sneak out.

He ran into the Cementery and hid behind a memorial statue. He peeked around to see the officer enter the gates. The officer had a flashlight and was looking around to see if he could find Trevor. As he walked past Trevor moved around the statue to the other side and watched him walk past. Trevor started to sneak toward the gates. He made it out and began to run toward the houses before the other officer that he attacked galloped toward him.

"Hey, stop!" he yelled.

Trevor took off running before and didn't stop until he was back in the street. He jumped in a bush and hid there for which felt like an hour. After he felt like he was in the clear he hopped out and ran toward Tao's manor until he was there. He climbed up the wall and ran to his front door, pounding on it. He saw the lights turn on and sooner or later Tao opened the door.

"Trevor? What are you doing here? And what in the world are you wearing, I heard about the jailbreak."

Trevor was struggling to talk as he hyperventilated.

"I...heard you...could call in some favors...from the police chief."

"Trevor, I can only do that with certain crimes, you escaped from jail and critically injured many cops, if they were to suddenly stop looking for you it'd be suspicious."

"Tao just try, man!"

Tao thought of it for a second before responding, "Alright Trevor, I'll see what I can do."

Trevor sighed in relief, "Oh Tao, thank you."

"I assume you might need a place to lay low, you can stay at out guest house in the back. Can't afford to have you caught going back to where you came from, especially when the big day is tomorrow."

"The job, it's tomorrow?!"

"Yes, I was going to have you bailed out of jail and tell you yesterday, but then you did what happened. Sleep well, Trevor."

Tao shut the door, leaving Trevor outside. Trevor went to the back before anyone could see him there and arrived at the guest home, he lifted up the mat to get the key and went in. He sat down on the couch and turned on the television to see the news talking about the incident with him and the officers earlier. He didn't bother to really listen, it was just on to help him go to sleep, which he did.