"You want me to do WHAT?"
Jimmy threw the chair back as he quickly stood up in outrage.
"Jimmy, I want you to understand-"
"I understand fucking perfectly."
"Watch your language young man!"
Now the principle had joined him in standing. He sighed; removing his glasses and wiping them clean on his tie. Jimmy glared at him in disgust. How dare he do this to the Saint! As the principle placed his glasses back on his head, Jimmy sat back down waiting to hear what other bullshit the asshole had to say.
"Jimmy, this isn't summer camp. It's a punishment. It's either this or juvy and with your family relying on you, you can't afford to go there."
Jimmy cringed at the fact that he knew so much about his personal life. He just wanted to punch him in the face. Throw him out the window. Run him over with his car. Or something.
Before he could make a smart ass answer, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door creaked open and a boy who looked unfamiliar to Jimmy walked in.
"Principal Franklin, you wanted to see me?" he asked.
"Who the fuck are you?" Jimmy smirked.
"Jimmy." Principal Franklin said warningly, giving him a stern face. He looked back at the student and smiled.
"I'll be with you in just a second. Just wait on the chair." he said gesturing to the black leather couch in the corner of the office.
Jimmy eyed the couch, smiling.
"Nice couch. Real leather. Good to know the schools money is being spent wisely."
"Jimmy, just stop."
Jimmy looked right back at Principal Franklin and crossed his arms. He sighed and continued,
"What happened to you Jimmy? You used to be a good kid. Always stayed out of trouble, good grades. But now you're doing drugs, skipping school and failing all your classes. What's up?"
Jimmy uncrossed his arms and sat up straight in the chair while looking the principal dead in the eye.
"I got a life. I found my place and I'm staying there. Whether you fucking like it or not. And my life is non of your business. Im a fucking Saint and don't you forget it!"
"Watch your language!"
Without another word, Jimmy picked himself off the chair and stormed out of the office. He walked down the empty school halls and pushed the main doors open.
Freedom.
At the sound of the school security, he began to run towards his safe haven. He couldn't go home yet and school was defiantly out of the question. So he continued walking down the dark streets of the surrounding neighborhood, in search for a familiar face. The buildings swallowed up the light from the afternoon sun casting, shadows in every direction.
"Well, well. Look who came back."
Jimmy turned around to see Theo, standing on a sealed dumpster with his hands inside the pockets of his leather jacket. Jimmy slowly began to back out of his presence but he was interfered by Gerard.
"Fuck."
Jimmy was completely surrounded by his 'disciples' who looked more blood thirsty than obedient.
"All Hail Saint Jimmy! The bastard of the 21st century!" Theo cried.
The men laughed in unison as Theo jumped off the dumpster and began advancing on Jimmy.
"What are you guys doing?"
Jimmy couldn't understand why his friends were turning on him.
"Lil' Jimmy had to go back to school." Theo sneered. "He was too busy for us."
Miguel pinned Jimmy's arms behind his back while Gerard walked right up and socked him in the nose.
Feeling the blood drip down his face, Jimmy managed to look Theo in the eye and say, "You know why I had to go back."
Theo laughed and looked Jimmy right in the eye.
"I don't care about your fucking sob story. I don't care about the bullshit you carry around. All I care about is the money."
"I don't have it!"
Miguel took a swing at Jimmy's face but hit his shoulder instead.
Jimmy howled in pain. He could feel the stitches he had gotten earlier that month rip open and blood gush onto his shoulder. Miguel's eyes looked apologetic but he didn't say anything. Jimmy could barely mutter "Damn you Miguel!" as he tried to swallow his pain.
Theo pushed him onto the ground.
"Look at him. He's pathetic." Gerard appeared by his side with a pocket knife that was still gleaming with the blood of it's last victim. As Theo twirled it in his hand, Miguel and Gerard pinned Jimmy to the ground releasing more pain into his shoulder.
"This is what happens to people who don't give us our fucking money!"
Theo leaned down and let the knife penetrate Jimmy's arm. Jimmy screamed in pain as Theo skillfully moved the knife, carving Jimmy's skin.
Yet before Theo could finish his torture, Brian ran in onto the scene.
"THE COPS ARE HERE!"
As if on cue, the sirens rang through the deserted waste land. Theo snapped the knife closed and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked once more at Jimmy and spat on his face.
"You're no saint. You're just a bastard with no meaning to the world. You're useless."
Jimmy tried to mutter something but he physically couldn't and watched Theo run deeper into the city.
Jimmy couldn't hold it in any longer. Slowly, the tears came streaming down his face. He curled up in a ball and cradled his injured arm. Suddenly he felt a gun barrel placed onto his back.
"Are you Theo?" a man asked.
Jimmy choked out a simple "No."
He removed the gun and yelled, "investigate the area!"
Jimmy could see the police slowly walk onto the scene. Their guns were pointed in every direction and they jumped at the slightest noise. The paramedics placed their hands on Jimmy's good arm and tried to lift him up onto his feet.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Jimmy yelled, trying to free himself from their grasp. They released and Jimmy shot up from the floor causing more pain in his arm.
The police declared the area safe and the investigation began.
Behind him a car horn went off. Jimmy turned to see his mother running towards him in her business suit and heels. The door opened behind her and a young girl ran towards Jimmy.
"Jimmy!" the girl yelled.
Her mother grabbed her hand and tossed her in the direction of the car.
"Get back in the car! Now!"
The frightened girl stopped her running and slowly walked back the way she came. Jimmy tried to hid in the crowd of police but was easily spotted by his mother who grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face her.
"Jimmy! What the hell is wrong with you?" she screamed as she slapped his cheek.
"What the fuck was that for!" Jimmy screamed back.
His mother walked him away from the cops and said, "You are so self-centered, aren't you? Did you even think how this would effect my work? Your school? Your future? What about Crystal! She looks up to you and you're just a fucked up influence!"
Jimmy looked back at the parked car. He could see Crystal watching the scene unfold before her. He loved her so much and would do anything to keep her safe.
Jimmy looked at his mother and screamed, "You don't understand at all. This isn't about you! You have no control over me bitch! Have you ever thought about how getting involved with such horrible people would effect me? NO! Because you were too busy thinking about yourself!" With his black Dr. Martins, he scuffed the ground, sending a cloud of dust onto her work clothes before turning and running down the street.
"JIMMY!"
But he didn't stop. He continued to run until he vanished from her sight.