Ms. Peabody escorts Victoria to her bedroom in the girl's dormitory. As she passes by the other girls in the dorm except Zoe, she is greeted with scowls, sucking of teeth and even a bump on the arm by Mandy as she passes by rolling her eyes. Victoria swiftly drops her luggage and turns around. "What the hell is your problem?" she snaps.
"You. Your just a piece of junk taking up space in our dorm. What is it about this place that makes parents want to drop off their trash here?" asks Mandy nodding her head and shrugging.
Victoria fast walks up behind Mandy but Ms. Peabody follows her and takes a grip of her arm.
"Alright girls, that's enough. You two make nice and behave yourselves right now!"
"When you say trash, I hope you're including yourself," says Victoria staring back at Mandy while following Ms. Peabody.
"Why don't you shut the hell up and leave her alone Mandy," says Zoe, stepping out of her room as she hears the commotion.
"Whatever Taylor. You probably screwed Dr. Crabblesnitch to get your loser, townie ass back into this place, just like you did Mr. Burton."
Zoe's face turn red as a beat. She's on the verge of unleashing her rage for Mr. Burton on the snotty, self-absorbed, head cheerleader. Not only was Mandy's remark about Mr. Burton and Dr. Crabblesnitch is false, it also brought back bad memories of Zoe being kicked out of Bullworth Academy and the hell she went through trying to take down Mr. Burton for his perverted antics. Visibly heated by Mandy's insult, Zoe fast walks toward Mandy but Ms. Peabody grabs her arm as she passes by.
"You better shut the fuck up right now you stuck up, prissy bitch," she shouts at Mandy.
"Didn't I say that's enough, young ladies? Cut it out right now!"
"Yeah unless the both of you want to get expelled for fighting. At least one of you, again." Says Mandy with a sinister smile. This makes Zoe and Victoria surrender to Ms. Peabody's grip. Zoe walks back to her room and Victoria picks up her luggage and follows behind Ms. Peabody.
Who is that girl who stood up for me? She seems to be pretty tough, like me, she thinks to herself. Oh well...I'll have the chance to thank her later. Hopefully, we'll have the chance of working together to put that cheerleader bitch in her place.
It's the afternoon and music class is nearly about to end. Ms. Peters passes out flyers with information about an upcoming talent show at the school's auditorium in a few weeks. "One more thing boys and girls. For your homework assignment tonight, I want you all to think of a great talent you have and start rehearsing for it next week." A lot of "Awww Mans," "damn," "shits" and other remarks of disapproval can be heard in the class room.
"Ohhh, c'mon everyone, stop that whining! This might be the only assignment you will enjoy. Just show me what each of you like to do and I'll list it as an act for this years talent show. If you don't do it, ALL OF YOU WILL RECEIVE AN F in my course." The angry reactions starts dying down to silence in the classroom. "NOW, do I make myself clear everyone?"
"Yes Ms. Peters." answers with a bored tone in unison.
"Ok. Then you all are dismissed."
The students stand up to leave the classroom. Jimmy was the second last person to leave the classroom besides Victoria. As she heads to her locker a few feet away from the classroom, Victoria bumps into Juri and drops her text books.
"Damn!" she says.
"Hey! Watch where the hell you're going," he says walking pass her with Louis as Victoria squats down to gather her books.
"Fuck you!"
Juri walks towards Jimmy's direction and Jimmy blocks his way.
"Hey man what the hell is your problem?"
"Look here, it's Jimmy coming to save one of his tramps." Juri and Louis erupt into laughter.
"Why don't you stop being an oversized brutish bitch and bully other bullies your own size."
"OK. later for you Hopkins" says Louis. The bulky duo walks away, around Jimmy. Spotting Victoria picking up her pencils, pens and books, Jimmy heads over to help.
"Hey ya. You're all right?" he ask, handing her the last of her items he picked up.
"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for helping me out," says Victoria, now on her feet.
"Who are you?"
"Jimmy Hopkins and you?"
"Victoria Johnson."
Jimmy stares at Victoria up and down. He notices her pony tail and her fluffy, China doll like bang right above her arched eyebrows. She wears white gold bamboo hoop earings that read "Vicky" in the center (A gift from Carl on her sweet sixteenth b-day) . This chick is just as easy on the eyes up close as she is from a distance, Jimmy thinks to himself as if pleased by the sight before him. Seems like she'll become the new envy of this school. Her white, short sleeved bullworth button down shirt flatters her 5' foot 8 petite frame with a black bandana wrapped around her neck like a cow girl. Hugging her full, round curves below are a pair of black Dickies pants with a jean chain and a pair of black, white shell-toed Chuck Taylors. What can I say? The girl is pretty and she's not a bad dresser. Cool. I guess she's all right. Victoria inherited her mother's beauty and her father's street smarts. Little does Jimmy know that she's no stranger to environments plagued with corruption such as Bullworth Academy.
"You're the new girl, right? I heard about you."
"Yeah. I'm starting to get use to this place. I've met assholes left and right already," she says nodding her head and shrugging.
"Yeah? Well I've been living around these people for a while and I'm adjusting fine. All you have to do is keep fighting and standing up to them. After that, they'll respect you. Trust me I know."
"You're right. I guess I'll have to go back to what I use to do back at home all the time...fight."
"Where are you from?"
"Grove Street. Thats in Los Santos, San Andreas."
"Isn't that the number one dangerous City in this country right now?" Jimmy asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yup. If you come through there one day, you might want to equip yourself with a gas mask and a bulletproof vest. Theres lot's of gunsmoke."
"Uhhh... maybe I'll come... just not right now. Why would you come all the way from the west coast to this school? Don't you find this place to be no different than Los Santos...minus the shootouts?"
"My parents wanted to get me out the ghetto and attend, what they call, a 'good school,'" she says, making quotation marks with her fingers. "They don't want me to end up going to a bad school in my community or becoming a teenage mom like my friends in the neighborhood."
"Half of this school's alumni are either in maximum security prison right now, drug kingpins, white collar crooks and much more worst. You have a chance right now to ditch this dump and not end up like them."
"I guess," says Victoria. "I can't complain. This is a walk through the park," Victoria shrugs with one arm.
The bell rings in the hall.
"I gotta head to class right now. I'll see you around," says Jimmy walking away.
"All right. See you later Jimmy." Victoria walks in the opposite direction.
Next Chapter coming soon. Reviews are appreciated.