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"Uh… Hi there," I said without a thought in the world. Actually, in truth, it was by impulse. I just happen to finally to see a normal looking person to pass by the lobby of the main school building. Not a nerd who happened to smell a little off. Not the smoky air of wannabe-gangster greaser. Not a stuck-up hermaphrodite prep. Nor a dumbass jock who doesn't know the difference between a pencil and a pen.
Judging by his simple khaki slacks and his un-neat manner of putting on the original blue Bullworth vest, I can only assume he is not in any of the cliques. Although, he could be a bully, chances are good, but he doesn't have much acne to compensate for it.
…
Oh right. He didn't even attempt to hit/harass me, either. He could be one of the Non-Cliques, but his presence is too strong, compared to self-proclaimed pessimist Constantinos Brakus or the non-existent pride of Gordon Wakefield. Or perhaps, he is one of them. The Cliqueless. My hand reached for chin, my strange little habit as I thought more and more of the possibilities.
"Come over here," I waved over, "I'm curious. Which clique are you part of?" He walked over to me casually, hesitating at first to come closer or not, and in the end he was in a close distance of a one meter radius. He shoved his hands in his pockets down his saggy pants, slouched down. He has squinty eyes that you can barely see the pupil of his eyes. He was literally covered in freckles and considerably short. He's blonde hair was cut short and had a gold piercing on his left ear. In other words, he was a delinquent. And not a normal one.
He bragged without knowing, "Clique? None. Already in deep shit with the greasers, I guess, but I'm not exactly preppie material."
"I see," I rubbed my chin thoughtfully.
I already know he didn't belong to a clique, but he's against the greasers. Their fighting style is heavy and ungraceful, but solid and firm. Odd, since he doesn't look like an arrogant prick like Derby Harrington and his gorgeous golden locks of hair. Please note I have no interest in the bro, whatsoever. He really does look handsome, I admit. Pity, since he has to marry his cousin. Another Pity, since Pinky really isn't so bad.
I spoke to him, facing him entirely "So messing with the Greasers are you? Despite the fact they're in a feud with the preppies?"
"No fucking duh. They've always been in a feud, like a cliché sixties' movie," he rubbed his head in frustration, shaking his head. You have to give credit for him doing such a near impossible task, and his shortness gives him no credit. Such a possibility of even defeating Russel himself without no warning was quite the impressive feat. I was curious as to what type of fighting style he has, but instead I chuckled lightly in his response.
Laughing, I said to him, "I'm not talking about your petty everyday argument. I'm talking about a war."
He paused, looking in to my eyes. They were too squinty for me to notice that he was shocked, but his dropped jaw gave him away, losing his cool badass appeal.
"What?" he said.
"And it's all about a slut who doesn't deserve a moment of my time. Or rather, your time."
"So you already know what is already expected to happen. Anyone could guess that. Especially when half of the school voted Lola for 'Most Likely to get STDs'."
"Of course, of course. But how should I say it… I know everything about this school. From the entire town itself or to single student, including you, Jimmy Hopkinz."
"Typical. Everybody knows my name, even when I don't want to be known."
"Be careful, Hopkinz," I closed my eyes and smirked, "Don't let your pride get the best of you. Embracing your sins will have consequences, I assure you."
"What pride? Half of the school hates me, and the other I had to beat up so they don't."
"You don't get it. You've been expelled so many times that you had to enroll into Bullworth, whereas your own mother left you to go to a cruise ship for your step-father's money. You were betrayed, bullied, assaulted. Despite the odds, you got stronger each time, getting the title of 'boss' from the bullies, the preppies, and soon the greasers."
"…Are you a stalker?"
"You'd have to pay me for any additional information."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're a prostitute?"
"Temper, temper. You should know that I have already given you a free trial about you. And then the war is a different story. I would have to typically charge you six hundred bucks for that kind of info. "
"Forget it, then. I'll just know you as the crazy bitch on campus."
I laughed as I folded my arms, all my formality let loose. I leaned on one side of my body as I raised my chin higher. It's possible that I can make a compromise. He doesn't seem the type to carry a thousand dollars on him anyway. You have the preppies for that. But then again, that wasn't even their money to begin with. You sighed, but you looked up to him with no fear.
"Seeing that you are reluctant to let go of your cash, I'll trade you information in exchange for information."
"Information on what? Like me? Seems like your already good enough, you crazy stalker."
"It's not about you, moron," I sighed as face palmed his complete idiocy. I know everything I need to know about this guy. What I want to know is the guy who betrayed you. The guy who is plotting against you. The guy whom I know the least, yet the most.
"I want to know about Gary Smith."
The taste of when I said his name once more was a bitter one.
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