Leather and Lipstick

Hi guys! I've written an extra long chapter this time cause I know some of you wanted me to hurry it up a bit :B please bare with me and thank you for your reviews! I've tried to incorporate all your request in the story, but please tell me if I've missed anything!

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Chapter 3 -

Bullworth Academy. I knew as soon I got off the bus that this place was a dump. The kind of dump that breed psycho kids. As I was just walking through the gates, I witnessed some spotty blonde boy in a dirty polo shirt run up to some small black kid and steal his textbook, before throwing back at him, hard. I stared dumbfounded. This school was rough. As Larry and I walked closer toward a massive building, the kids that littered this place all turned to stare at me. Some whispered, some winked when I caught there eye, while others glared. Very hostile glares. I didn't back down, I stared back at each of them, holding my ground. None seemed to approach me in a threatening manner, I guessed this was because of Larry. Hm, maybe he held some sort of authority in this place. I shrugged the thought of and continued walking, getting closer to the flights of stairs that led up to the huge building. All of a sudden I heard a metallic creaking sound, followed by a loud voice, coming from what appeared to be some sort of intercom.

"Will Violetta Ramona please report to the prinicpals office immediately!" Came a haughty sounding woman from the intercom. Everyone stopped and stared at me again. Great, now they know my name. I turned and looked at Larry, who had his attention elsewhere. He was half turned and looking at some other boy who was in leather jacket, sauntering off to the right of the stairs. Larry looked at me suddenly, "uh, yeah you gotta go see the principal, uh its just in that main buildin' there. I gotta run, I'll catch ya later!" He rushed, and then he took off, just like that. I thought I could faintly here him shouting "Johnny" or something. Oh well. I jogged up the stairs and pushed my way into the main building.

I walked in to find buzzing voices and mayhem. I stopped and watched as more boys in dirty polo shirts ran up to these two kids in green vests. The polo shirted boys pushed the two kids in the green vests and looked as though they were threatening them. The fat one of the two in the green vests looked like he was going to piss himself while the other boy, who was overly skinny with bucked teeth had his hand over his glasses, as if he feared they would break. To my disappointment, one of the boys in the dirty polo shirts saw me watching and left to approach me. Great, here we go. I put my hand on my hip and watched him approach with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey baby, I see you looking. Like what you see?" He said, smirking at me. Now he was closer, I got a better look at his face. He had dirty blonde hair, and his face was full of spots and other blemishes, and I mean full of it. I tilted my head and pursed my lips, as if in thought, before I looked him dead in the eye. "No, not really. You know, you should really getcha' face checked out, that don't look healthy." His face dropped in shock, and with that, I passed him and went jogging up the stairs. I turned once I'd got up the first flight and gave him a smirk and a mocking wave, before I jogged up the next flight and ended up outside the principals office. I entered the overextravegant looking office and saw a rather stern woman standing behind the desk. She had cropped brown hair with petite looking features. The phone was ringing behind her, but she didn't seem concerned at all to get it, so it just kept ringing and ringing. She eyed me up and down before speaking. "The headmaster will see you now, quickly! You don't want to keep him waiting." Her eyes took a dreamy glint and I cringed. Ew.

I walked into an office labelled "Dr Crabblesnith" I snorted before I could help it. What kind of name was that? He must have heard me because he looked up at me. "Ahh! You must be Miss Ramona! Take a seat." He said with a swish of his arm. I sat down on the seat and leaned back casually, crossing my legs. He frowned and my posture but continued. "So, I see that you are a relative of a student here already," he mused, "I see, Larry Romana is your brother. Hm, let's hope I don't see you in this office as much as I see him." I gave a small smirk. Oh Larry. "Your grades are... Average, to say the least. But its nice to welcome a student who hasn't been expelled from a school every once in a while. It was unfortunate what happened with your last placement, but I'm sure that you will fit in perfectly well here at Bullworth!" His gruff voice suddenly softened and he cleared his throat. "Now, I see from your records that you have a semi-severe case of anger. Will there be any problems with this? Do you need to be put on... Medication?" He queried. I bit back a laugh and gave him an amused smile. "Oh no, sir, they'll be no need. I got to anger therapy outside of school hours. That's all I'll need." I tilted my head expectantly, waiting for his answer. He frowned again but I couldn't pick up on what. Was it my attitude or my provoking smile? Either way it was getting to him. He shook his head and stood up, and I followed suit. "Very well Miss Romana, go and see Miss Danvers for your uniform." I was about to leave before I heard him again, "keep your nose clean, Miss Romana, or we have ways to do it for you!" I frowned at that. Was it me or did that comment sound gross?

I walked out of the office to see that woman again, who I'm guessing is named Miss Danvers, who was standing dreamily by her desk. I walked up to her, and stood there waiting for her to snap out of it. No such luck. "Uh, Miss Danvers?" She jumped and turned to look at me. "Oh, its you. What can I help you with?" I tilted my head, "that dude in there told me to come get my uniform of ya," I said casually. She looked shocked for a second before giving me a stern look. "Young lady, you will treat Dr Crabblesnitch with the respect he deserves," she ducked down and began riffling behind her desk, "he is a brilliant man!" She popped back up again holding clothes wrapped in plastic, along with several pieces of paper. "Here is your uniform, I got you the sizes according to your file. There also is your timetable and your locker combination. Go and get changed into your uniform before you do anything else." I grabbed the stuff from her without bothering to look at the paper, "yeah, sure whatever you say, chick. See ya around!" Her face reddened but before she could rebuke me I was out of the office and down the hall. I needed to find somewhere to change.

I turned left from the office, searching for a toilet. I occasionally got shouted at by a tall guy in a blue blazer, calling me an evil-doer and asking why I was wearing those clothes. I just shrugged and continued walking. It took me several turns before I saw a stick figure in a little dress about some toilet doors. I breathed in relief and entered, before walking into a cubicle to get changed. There didn't seem to be a door on the bathroom, and I wouldn't be surprised if this school was full of perverts as well as psychos. I ripped open the plastic and pulled out a long sleeved white button up shirt and a checkered teal coloured skirt. I grimaced. Better than my old school I guess. There I had to wear a banana coloured skirt and black shirt. I shuddered at the memory. I dressed in the uniform before opening my cubicle door to get a glance of myself in the mirror. One thought. Ew. I looked to prim and proper. I undid a few of the top buttons, giving a slight view of my chest and rolled up my shirt sleeves. Better, I thought. I rolled up my shirt to show a bit more of my leg but not too much, I didn't want to get a reputation. I looked down at the plastic and saw some long socks and a tie. I bypassed the tie and put the socks on, pulling them up over my knees and popping my flats back on. I picked up the tie, teal coloured like the skirt. I frowned at it and tossed it over the cubicle. I pulled my leather jacket back on and took another look in the mirror. Much better, although a bit bland. I fingered inside my jacket pocket for a small tube and pulled it out. My signature red lipstick. I ran some over my lips, careful not to get any on my teeth. That would be embarressing. I pocketed again before staring at my hair. To my dismay, it had gone flat. I sighed and tried to puff it up with my hands before I saw a small bottle fly in front of my face, held by a well manicured hand with a leapord print cuff. "Here, use this. It'll do the trick." Said a sultry feminine voice. I looked to see who it was. Standing beside me was a girl who was several inches taller than me in a leather jacket with leapord print inside and on the cuffs, pale pink cropped tank top and leather pants. She also had a red ribbon tied around her neck. Her auburn locks were short and in a graduated bob style. I hadn't even realised anyone else had come in here. I cautiously took the bottle. "..thanks, I guess" I sprayed the liquid onto my hair, and she was right. It did the trick. "Anytime," she said, "you must be Vi. I heard Larry talking about you. I'm Lola." I handed her back the bottle. "Nice to meet you Lola, you don't seem as screwed up as half the kids here, I guess that's nice." Lola gave me a smile, "yeah, well us girls gotta stick together. 'Specially if we're in the same clique." I raised an eyebrow at her, "clique?" I asked dumbfounded. I never signed up for this. "Yeah," Lola said, "your wearing a leather jacket, plus your Larry's sister. Your gonna be in our clique, we look after our own." She said simply. "Come on, Let's blow first class and I'll take you to your locker and then show your round this hell hole." I shrugged, the bell had gone ages ago for first lesson and didn't see the point of going through the hassle of going in late, and picked up my clothes and fragmented paper, folding my timetable and putting it in my pocket before trying to memorise my locker combination from the other sheet of paper.

"So," I said absently, "Tell me about this whole clique thing that this place has got going on."Well, I guess there's five cliques, and everyone hates everyone in this place, but some cliques hate other cliques more than others. Like, most of us Greasers, that's our clique, hate the Preppies, who are the rich kids." I nodded, noticing how she said most of us instead of all. Hm, did she like the rich kids? I shrugged the thought off and tuned back in, "...and we each got our own little areas we hang in, I'll show you them all later." We stopped at a row of lockers and I was Lola grimace. "Ah, unlucky. You got your locker next to Russell's." I looked at the locker next to mine. It looked beaten up, with "Nerds suck" scratched onto the surface. "Who's Russell?" I asked while I opened my locker and stuffed my clothes in. "He's the leader of the bullies and one of the toughest guys in school. He's crazy." I slammed my locker shut before crumpling the piece of paper that had "locker agreement" written on it, throwing it away. "Another thing, I wouldn't keep anything valuable in those lockers. They get broken into a lot." I made a mental note of that as we left the main building and went down the stairs, turning left. "Now, here's the tour," she said, somewhat excitedly, "this is the parking lot, where the Bullies hang out. I hang around there alone, they think there heartthrobs or something" said Lola, her face screwed up in disgust. We looked over and saw one of them leaning against the far wall next to a broken down school bus, smoking, thinking he looked really cool. In reality, he looked like an acne ridden reject with an unwashed polo shirt. We carried on walking, eventually reaching a new path. "Down there," Lola pointed opposite the direction we came, "is the library, where the nerds hang out obviously. I didn't think you'd wanna go down there. Stinks of piss." She said wrinkling her nose. Hm, they must have been the ones in the green vests getting beaten by those bullies earlier, I thought. I shuddered and shook my head, and we walked towards a statue of some strange bull looking thing. In front of us were 3 seperate pathways in different directions. "Down there," Lola pointed left,"is Harrington House, where the Preppies hang, most of 'em are snobs, and they don't like us Greasers very much, so I'd avoid there. Now opposite, is our turf. The Autoshop. The boys usually work on their bikes and cars there, it can be so boring sometimes." She sighed, and continued straight forward. "Now here is the gym. This is where the jocks hang out. Be careful in gym class, Mr Burton is a massive perv." She said viciously, as we continued down some stairs to a huge field. I stayed mostly silent as she talked, taking in this whole new school. We walked up and sat on the bleachers, watching as some kids ran around the field and some jocks did push ups. "So, whatcha think?" Lola asked. "Well.." I said, "its very, uh, hostile, I guess." Lola let out a short laugh, "ha. Tell me about it." As we talked, a girl in a cheerleading costume began to approach us. I tilted my head towards Lola, "who's that?" Lola sneered. "That Mandy. She thinks she's queen of the school. Yeah, queen bitch more like." We both started laughing as she approached. "Well well, look who it is. Lola the slut. I'm surprised Johnny still keeps you around, I wouldn't put up with a skank like you. And who's this, what are you recruiting more sluts, Lola?" Lola didn't say anything. I turned to her frowning, "aint you gonna say anything?" Mandy turned her attention to me. "No she isn't, and who are you supposed to be? We don't want no more sluts here." I stood up, and walked down the bleachers loudly, coming close up to her, "excuse me honey? I don't think I like you tone." I growled at her, narrowing my eyes. She laughed in my face, "hey guys," she called out to everyone else around, getting numerous stares from passer-bys, "this little slutty reject thinks she's cool. Bite me." Lola had come down the bleachers at this point and put her hand on my shoulder, "come on Vi, let's just go. She aint worth it." But my temper had already flared. I grabbed Mandy by her hair and slammed to the ground hard, face first. I heard her shriek on impact and let out a vicious grin. I nudged her with my foot so that she'd roll over and face me, her face red. "Listen up bitch, don't you ever talk to me or her," I pointed to Lola, "like that again, 'cause I'd just hate to see that pretty face of yours come off any worse. Ya got that?" I threatened vehemtley. I heard her whimper slightly and she nodded. I laughed harshly at how pathetic she looked and then turned and left, Lola close behind.

"Whoa!" Lola exclaimed, "that was amazing!" She said as she followed behind me. I was to busy trying to take deep calming breaths to pay much attention to her, and I could faintly here a school bell ringing in the background. I turned and faced her, a slight scowl on my face. "Why didn't you say something to her ya'self?" I asked, slight acid on my tongue. We had reached the bull statue by now. Lola smiled sheepishly at me, "sorry, I'm kinda on my last chance warning right now. I'm always usually getting into fights with that bitch but I could get suspended for one more" she answered shrugging. She looked at all the kids slowly filing outside. "Oh! Its lunch! I gotta go Vi, I gotta meet Johnny! Now don't eat the cafeteria food, I'll catch ya later!" And with that, she strutted off in the direction of the Autoshop. I sighed and decided to check out this cafeteria place, taking calming breathes all the way.

I finally managed to make my way into the cafeteria, shoving past students who were to ignorant to move. I saw four long tables set out, each with a fruit basket at the end of it. I realised the tables were sectioned off into cliques, like everything else in this damned place. The Nerds took up the first table, playing some sort of card game on the table. The next table had some snobby looking kids with blue diamond printed vests on. I had a feeling they were those Preppy rich kids, and by the looks they were giving me, they were. The table next to that was mostly empty, apart from a larger guy in a leather jacket, sitting right at the end closest to the fruit basket. And the last table had a few jocks on there, talking animatedly and a few giving me some apprehensive looks. I decided that the table with the leather clad guy was my safest bet and I walked over to sit opposite him. He didn't even seem to notice my arrival. He was too busy staring at the lunch lady, a large lady with bothered skin, dirty clothes and a hackity cough, all gooey eyed. The scene was quite disturbing so I decided get his attention. " 'Ey, mind if I sit 'ere?" I asked, smiling. He snapped out of his loving gaze and turned to look at me before gawking. Chocolate brown eyes, long dark brown hair, pale skin, slim build, and shockingly similar facial features of one of his friends. He knew exactly who she was. "Oh yeah sure! Hey, you must be Vi, right?" He said cheerfully. I raised an eyebrow, "yeah that's me. Weird, everyone seems to know my name round 'ere," I said sheepishly. The other Greaser laughed, "yeah, Peanut told us all his sister was starting here today, I guessed it must be you. I'm Hal by the way." I smiled and looked down at the big plate of food in front of him. I use the term food very lightly. It looked more like muck. "Um, is it safe to eat that?" Hal followed my eyes to his plate, "oh sure, well, I think so anyway. Its fine once you get passed the initial burning. Want to try some?" I cringed and shook my head. "Nah thanks, think I'll stick to the fruit," I said, picking an apple out the basket and checking it over before I bit into it. We chatted for a while before we saw a shadow loom over our table. "Oh look, the poor girl can't afford to buy food to eat, so she has to eat the free fruit from the basket!" He sneered. I looked up to see a shortish boy with brown hair and a blue diamond sweater. A rich kid. I heard laughter from behind me coming from his table and I frowned. I really didn't want to get in another fight, not so soon anyway. Hal's features immediately turned hostile. "Whatcha' want stick boy? Before I ram you into the ground." The Preppy sneered again, "me and my friends were just wondering what if felt to be poor trash like yourselves." More laughter erupted from his table followed by cat calls. "Yeah! You tell the paupers, Gord!" And "kick the poor trash out Gord!" I rolled my eyes. Was he really insulting me about how much money I had, how sad. I could see Hal getting frustrated and decided to step in. There was at least three other guys back at that table and if Hal got into a fight, it was one who wouldn't win. I stood up and slinked towards Gord, my hands skimming along the table. "Gord, was it?, "I asked with a soft smirk. He eyed me suspiciously, "yes, what's it to you, pauper?" I put my hand to my face, adopting a shocked expression, "there's something on your vest, quick if you wipe it away now it might not stain!" His eyes widened and he looked down in panic, "what! Where!? Where!?" I quickly grabbed Hal's plate of mush and slammed it into his chest, making it fly everywhere, some of the back splatters flying onto me. I stepped back, smirking. "Right there!" Gord's face was a picture. He looked down at his vest, the distress noticable in his features. "My Aquaberry sweater!" He cried. I burst out into cackling laughter, knowing I probably sounded very unattractive but not caring in the least. This was gold! Hal joined in, and I grabbed his arm. "Let's get outta 'ere before summin' kicks off," I managed through cackles. We left laughing to shouts of "ugh Gord! Go get yourself cleaned up!", "How could you let this happen!" And "We'll get you back for this, you dirty paupers!"

I heard the bell ring above my head as I was wiping the tears from my eyes. Phew that was funny. Hal looked at me grinning, "hey, you know your a pretty cool chick!" I smiled at him, "Ha! Thanks," I said as I dug through my pocket for my timetable. "What's your class?" He asked casually. I skimmed my finger down the paper. "Shop class." I replied. He looked at me and smiled, "oh cool, me too. C'mon, I'll take you there." And with that, we walked off the Shop together.

Pheww! Nearly 4000 words! I hope you all like it and please review! I love hearing what you think and all your ideas! :B