Leather and Lipstick
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Bullworth Townie:
I'm sorry to hear that :( you shouldn't listen to them bitches, there just jealous that you can walk around being confident without makeup, showing that their insecure (not that I have anything against people who wear makeup, just the bitchy ones :B ) everybody likes different things, and that's what makes everybody unique. So when people call you crazy and whatever else, just thank them with a smile, 'cause that's what makes you special doll! :)
Chapter 5 -
I blinked, looking up at my 'hero'. I couldn't really make out any of his features, the room was too dark. I stood up straight, pulling myself out of his grip. I hadn't realised how much I was shaking until I stood up, my hands shaking quite violently. My 'hero' watched me uneasily, "you alright?" He asked, noticing my shaking. I dismissed his question with a wave of my hand and cleared my throat, "uh yeah, jus' adrenaline, y'know?" I looked around and saw the door I must have come through to get in here and headed out the building. I needed to smoke. I cautiously looked around before I stepped out, looking for any straggling cops. Once I was sure it was clear, I left the building and walked over to a courtyard looking area that had some benches. I fished in my pocket for my cigarettes as I sat down and put one in my mouth, and began searching in my pocket for my lighter. I finally found it, and raised it up to lite the cigarette in my mouth. I gripped the switch and tired to make it work, but the shakiness of my hands just weren't letting it. I cursed myself as I kept trying, to no avail. I suddenly heard a click above me and looked up, seeing my 'hero' standing above me, holding out a lighter which was lit. "Need a hand?" He asked with a smirk. I leaned forward, lighting the end of my cigarette from his lighter, and managed to smell the aftershave he had on, a deep masculine scent, and took a long puff of my smoke. "Thanks." I said while I studied him. The light was much better out here, thanks to the lamplight illuminating above us both. The guy in front of me had tanned skin, showing that he was of mixed heritage, with short dark hair. He was wearing an orange shirt with most the buttons undone, except the top one, with a green shirt underneath and tan coloured cargo pants. He had the sleeves of his orange shirt rolled up and I could see he had a tattoo on his forearm. Looking back on his face and noticed he had a long scar running past one of his eyes, giving him a more rough appearance. He seemed to get a better look of me aswell, because he turned and spat on the ground, before turning back to look at me with a harsh look on his face. "So you're one of those scummy Bullworth kids, huh?" He said, a look of disgust on his face. I frowned and took another drag out of my cigarette. "So you're one of those no life dropouts, huh?" I fired back casually, tilting my head. We stayed staring at each other for a while in silence before he broke it, smiling. "Feisty, I like it." He said and I cocked an eyebrow, "what? 'Cha think that I'm one of those other girls who can't look after herself? Not me." I replied, taking another drag out of my cigarette, slowly calming down my shaking. He smirked and lit up his own cigarette, walking closer to me, "you know, you're pretty good looking for a Bullworth chick." He said, his smirk spreading. I blew out my smoke into his face, "and you smell pretty good, for a dropout." I shot back, without missing a beat. He laughed and took a step back, breathing out his own smoke. "What kinda person hang out in a meat factory anyway?" I said to him as I stood up from the bench. He stared at me with a gleam in his eye, "I heard from some of the other guys that we had some greaseballs roaming around our turf, I figured I'd go see what was going on and then I heard sirens and you ploughing into me," He said with a grin, "I'm guessing by the way you dress that you're one of them?" I plucked at my leather jacket and shrugged. "I guess?" I replied uninterestedly, not really swayed by all the clique crap. I stared at him, realisation hitting me, "hey, what's your name? I forgot to ask," I said casually. He smirked again, "you can call me Edgar baby, what's yours?" He said smoothly. I frowned at his sudden use of charm but pushed it away. "Violetta. But I guess you can call me Vi." I answered nonchalantly. I flicked my cigarette away and shoved my hands into my pockets and began to walk out of the courtyard. It wasn't even a minute before I felt an arm snake around my waist, pulling me close but still allowing my to walk. I looked up and saw Edgar again, smirking, and raised my eyebrows, "brave, aren't you?" I said amused. He snickered before replying, "don't get to excited baby, I'm just leading you out. It should stop you getting hassled by anyone else round this part." He said, obviously enjoying myself. I scoffed at that. "And you couldn't do that without slinging your arm round me? I thought you were supposed to be tough." I said back with a flirty smirk. I just couldn't help it, he made me feel so at ease. He let out a chuckle as we left the imposing building we had hid in and kept walking straight down the darkened road. "Baby I'm the toughest in this town! There's a reason none of you Bullworth kids come 'round here." I rolled my eyes, "way to massage your own ego, if I knew any better, I'd a thought you were tryna' impress me." I said with a mock sigh. He grinned again at that, his eyes lighting up. "Well if I knew any better, I'd a thought you wanted me to impress you." He shot back with a wide smirk. I shook my head, smiling, "is that smirk how you get all your girls?" I said laughing. By now we'd reached the bridge connecting the Industrial Park to New Coventry. I smiled up at him and mocked sincerity as I spoke, "I know its going to be hard for you but you have to let go of me now." I said, biting my bottom lip so I didn't laugh. He slid his hand off of my waist and held his hands out in mock defeat, "now is miss badass over here gonna be able to get home without getting into any more trouble?" He mocked back. I laughed and brushed my hair back, "don't worry sir, I think I can manage," I continued to mock flirtly with him. Edgar looked at me and smiled, a genuine smile for once, not a smirk. "I'll see you around then Vi," he said and I raised my eyebrow. "And what makes you think you're gonna see me again?" I replied grinning. " 'Cause I know you'd miss me to much if you stay away to long," he said, winking at me before turning. I scoffed again at that and began walking across the bridge, shaking my head as I crossed. "See ya baby Vi!" I heard him shout behind me and I smiled, waving my hand at him without looking. I continued across the bridge on my way home, oblivious to the warm feeling I had inside me.
"Whatcha' mean you started something with the Preps?" Came the voice of an angry sounding Johnny Vincent. Norton backed up with his hands raised, well aware of the mood his boss was in. "Whoa whoa whoa! That's not what I said boss! 'Dem Preps started on us, I swear!" Cried out Norton, trying to calm his boss. "Its true boss. Them rich turds started on me and Vi at lunch, it was all them." Chipped in Hal. Norton shot him a thankful look, and Johnny started to pace the Pool Hall back and forth, before stopping and looking at Peanut. "I thought you said your sister wouldn't be 'ny trouble Larry?" He hissed at Peanut. Peanut shrugged and hung his head, "I said I hoped she wouldn't be.." He mumbled. He had been with Johnny all day, skipping all his classes, trying to figure out where he'd been. But Johnny had just brushed off all his questions and ranted to him about Lola, as usual. Now the situation with his sister and the Preps had done nothing to improve his mood. Johnny had ended up calling a clique meeting, and all the Greasers ended up falling victim to Johnny's foul mood. Lucky fiddled with his jacket uneasily before speaking up, "you sure we shouldn't go out looking for her? She's not come back yet.." Johnny span round and shot Lucky a look that made him quickly bite his tongue. "If we all go into that shithole, we'll start a clique war, y'know how those Townies are," spat Johnny in disgust, "nah, she got 'erself into this, she can get herself out of it for all I care." A few of the Greasers stealthily looked in Peanuts direction to gauge his reaction. If Johnny kept talking like this, there was sure to be a fight in the clique. But Peanut remained emotionless, apart from the slight clench in his fists. Peanut stood and started to leave, "ima' go home, see if she's turned up there yet," and with that he left. His departure left the Pool Hall in a stony silence, as most of the Greasers shuffled about in awkwardness.
I slammed the door to my home shut unceremoniously and switched on the hallway light. I now noticed how filthy I had gotten on my little adventure. My skirt was caked in dirty and my shirt matched one of those Bullies in its dishevelled state. I quickly stripped and threw my clothes in the washing machine and set it off, hoping they would be dry for tomorrow, and ran upstairs to get some clothes on. Just as I'd changed, I heard the door slam angrily, and I skipped downstairs to greet the annoyed newcomer. "Hey little Larry!" I sang as I skipped down the stairs and he faced me with a scowl. "Can't you just behave yourself for once? You've been here only a couple of days and ya already nearly started a clique war!" He said, glaring at me. I shrugged, guess he'd found out about my little adventure then. "Now Johnny's mad at you, and I only just calmed him down earlier as well! What's wrong with you Vi!" Larry continued to rant at me and I picked at my nails uninterestedly. "Who's this Johnny guy again? I forget?" My question only succeeded in sending my brother further into his rage. "Dammit Vi! Why don't ya jus' listen!" I only laughed and skipped past him, my mood strangely elevated due to the events of the day. "Chill Larry! They'll never find out its us, and if it makes ya happy, I'll lay off those Preps for a couple'a days." I said to him, smiling sweetly. Larry sighed and put his head in his hands, exasperated. "What's put you in such a good mood?" He asked suspiciously. I blinked at that. To be honest, I was unsure myself. Not sure how to answer, I just shot him another question to distract him. "What's put you in sucha bad mood little Larry? It can't have jus' been me, surely." I said back. Fortunately for me, the distraction worked and Larry sighed. "Its nothin' " he groaned out and stood up. I raised an eyebrow at him as I watched him walk upstairs. "I'm going to bed, see ya," he muttered. Well, something certainly soured his mood, I thought to myself with a shrug. With that, I switched the light off and trudged upstairs to go to sleep and prepare myself for the next day.
To my dismay, my uniform hadn't completely dried by the next morning, and I ended up slinging my skirt on the radiator while attempting to dry my shirt with my hair dryer. All at 7 o'clock in the morning. Way to start off a day, I thought to myself sarcastically. Eventually my clothes were dry enough to wear and I continued to get ready. I dressed how I did yesterday with one exception. Instead of wearing my flat shoes I dug out my ankle high boots. I would need them in that psycho school, they'd give a tougher kick. I left earlier than I thought and ended up getting to the school at 8 o'clock. The grounds seemed pretty dead, with some nerds and non-clique students wandering about aimlessly. I decided to go off to the autoshop and see if I could find anyone hanging around there, especially curious to see Lucky and Norton. I walked through the parking lot, ignoring the cat calls I got from the bullies and walked into the autoshop. I saw no one as I walked through until I turned the corner towards where the Shop class was. There I saw a tallish guy in a leather jacket similar to mine, with a buckle at the bottom, and chocolate brown hair. He was leaned up against the wall, searching through his pockets, a frustrated look on his face. He held a lighter in one hand, and by the looks of it, he was searching for his cigarettes, to no avail. I sifted through my own pockets and brought out my own packet and walked over to him, holding out a cigarette. "You look like you need one." I said casually to him. He turned and looked at me, the frustration on his face increasing, but he still took the cigarette, nodding towards me as he lit it. He carried on watching me as he took a drag from his cigarette, a frown still evident on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, what was his problem? "You Larry's sister?" He asked, a hint of hostility in his voice. It wasn't the hostility in his eyes that surprised me, it was the fact he used my brothers full name. I smiled at him, still on my mood high from yesterday. "That's me, names Violetta." I answered, watching him. He took another drag of the cigarette. "So you're the one who's been running around causing so much trouble huh?" He said, eyeing me up. I raised an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip. "Excuse me? Trouble? I'd rather call it standing up for myself." I spat back, annoyed at his accusation. That seemed to set him off, oh boy. He pushed off the wall and stood intimidating close to me, his height against mine not helping the intimidation factor. "Hey, I'm the king around here! If your havin' trouble with them Preps, you come to me! Not run around throwin' your weight around makin' me look like a fool that I can't control my own clique!" He shouted at me, right in my face. I clenched my fists tightly and looked at him with a sneer. "Well, well. You must be this Johnny Vincent e'rryone keeps goin' on about," I spat at him, pushing him back while walking forward at him, "okay then, so where were you yesterday when I was havin' all this trouble with the Preps then, huh? Why was it the others who helped me, not you huh? I don't care who you think you are, Johnny Vincent, but you don't control me honey." I hissed at him, acid heavy in my tone. He fell silent at that, and I didn't get a chance to continue my assault because of a shrill voice that came floating over. "Oh Johnny, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Spoke the overly exasperated voice of Lola. I stepped back from Johnny, still keeping my face in a sneer as I looked at him. Lola came sauntering over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Johnny baby, you look so angry! What's wrong?" She said seductively. Johnny looked at me before he answered, "nothing baby, don't worry about it." He said as he pulled her towards him by her hips. Lola let out a giggle before they proceeded to make out. I rolled my eyes and looked away. Awkward. I heard the bell go above me and sighed in relief. Saved by the bell, literally, as Lola pulled herself from Johnny's grip and turned towards me. "Hey Vi," she said to me, finally noticing me. I nodded in her direction, " 'sup chick," I said, smiling. I dug my hands into my pockets and brought out my crumpled timetable. Yay, gym class, I thought sarcastically. "Whatcha' got?" Asked Lola as she walked towards me. "Gym," I muttered, and her face lit up. "Oh great me too! Now I'll have someone to talk to!" She seemed so happy about that. I frowned, did no one talk to her in this place? Lola threaded her arm through mine and started to walk me and her towards gym. We got into the girls changing room and I realised what the other key on my locker keyring was for. My gym locker. I eventually found my locker, one next to a tall girl with dirty blonde hair and green glasses. She kept looking fearfully over at me while I changed into the fresh gym clothes I found in my locker, some blue shorts and a black tank top with the school logo embossed onto it. I waited for Lola and then we both left for the football field. The class was mixed, with both boys and girls, although I didn't see any other Greasers apart from me and Lola. They must all skip. In front of them stood the teacher, a creepy looking man with half his hair missing wearing a white tank top and blue shorts. He ordered all of us to do 10 laps around the field. Me and Lola began to slowly walk around the field. "That's the pervy teacher I was telling you about, Mr Burton," Lola said in mild disgust, "he tries to make the girls do all these stretches so he can watch." I cringed at that. Ew. "Come on girls! I want to see you running!" Shouted Mr Burton behind us. I rolled my eyes and started up into a slow jog, followed by Lola. "So I see you met my Johnny," said Lola, "isn't he just great?" She gushed. I just smiled at her, not wanting to burst her bubble and air my true view on her precious boyfriend. She didn't seem to notice, and carried on gushing. "You know, last year he thought the whole Preppy clique just for me, isn't that just so romantic?" I raised my eyebrow, "the whole Preppy clique? Why what happened?" I asked curiously. Lola bit her lip, her expression becoming unreadable. "Well, some Preps were showing me a bit of attention.. And he didn't like it and suddenly a whole fight broke out.." She seemed unwilling to answer so I just left it. We carried on running round the field, chatting about other random gossip flying round the school, so I became more knowledgeable about the goings on now. After our third lap we gave up and made our way back to the changing room. Mr Burton didn't notice, he was too busy shouting some drills at the Jocks. As I walked into the changing room with Lola, I saw that same girl again. I didn't appear that she'd left at all to go to the field and she gave me another look, still with fear but with respect mixed in. I frowned and walked to my locker to get changed, confused at the attention. We hung around in the changing room for the rest of the lesson and left when the bell went. I decided to avoid the cafeteria today and walked off towards the autoshop, leaving Lola to herself as she said she "had to go meet someone". I walked in and saw Lucky and Norton talking by the entrance. I smiled and walked up to them, hands on my hips. "So I see you didn't get caught last night?" I said playfully. Both of them whirled round when I said that and gaped at me, before Norton surprisingly pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, lifting me off my feet. "Oh God Vi! You okay? We didn't know if you got back yesterday!" Said Norton gruffly as he hugged me. I managed to get him to put me down from his vice grip so I could talk. "Ha, nice of you guys to come look for me," I said in mock offence, holding my hand to my heart. Lucky hung his head and scratched the back of his head nervously, "uh we wanted to be, uh, Johnny told us not to, sorry.." He said sheepishly. I raised my eyebrows at that statement. "Oh really? Well I already had a run in with him this mornin', let's just say he weren't to happy with me either." I said with a smirk, making both Lucky and Norton feel awkward. "He wasn't to hard on you, was he?" Said Norton, his discomfort noticeable. I let out a harsh laugh. "Nah, I gave it back as good as I got, he don't want any of this." I said with a shrug. Lucky seemed desperate to change the subject, "so how'd you get out yesterday? We didn't see ya when we was runnin' " he questioned curiously. I mulled over the idea of telling them about Edgar, but decided to keep it to myself. For now anyway. "I just ran into some old building and hid out till the police gave up. No biggie." I said casually with another shrug. We carried on talking about the dramatic events of yesterday until the bell went off, signalling next lesson. The day seemed to be going pretty fast today as I checked my timetable for my next lesson. English. I left the others, claiming they were either skipping or had a different lesson. I walked into the main building and eventually found my way to the classroom. By the time I got there, most students had taken their seats, so I walked over to the teacher, a tall guy with reddish brown hair and a surprisingly red nose. He seemed overly happy to have me in his presence. "Ah! You must be Violetta! Fantastic! I'm Mr Galloway and welcome to English! Now.. Where to sit you.. Ah yes! You can sit next to Mr Harrington! I'm sure you'll be great friends!" He said, his speech slightly slurred, pointing me in the direction of a blonde boy with one of those Aquaberry sweaters. A Prep, great. He didn't seem particularly happy to have me sat next to him either, as a disgusted sound came out of his throat as I walked into the row towards my seat and him. He gave me a filthy look as I sat next to him and I had to forcibly remind myself of my promise to Larry. But I guess annoying Preps doesn't count as starting fights with them, right? Occupying the seat the other side of my way that girl who was at gym. If anything, she seemed relieved that I'd filled the gap between her and that Harrington kid. " 'Sup? I nodded towards her, and she looked shocked, trying to stutter out a reply until she was cut off. "This is ridiculous, to have some commoner sit so close to me!" He said, overexaggerating. Mr Galloway didn't seem to notice the animosity at this end of the classroom as he slumped in his chair, instructing us to read from the textbook. The blonde kid proceeded to turn around to the row behind him and whine to him, "Bif this is unthinkable, what if I catch a.. Disease!" He said, in his whiny overexaggerating voice to the red head behind. "Don't worry Derby, your superior immune system will repel her poor germs," replied Bif, in his snobbish tone. They began to laugh, and a devious smirk drew across my lips. "Ah Derby!" I cried in a falsetto snobby voice, "how could you say such a thing?" I said, clasping my hands to my heart in mock hurt. They both looked at my in shock, unsure what to do, so I continued. "Oh Derby darling, let's share this textbook together," I scooched my chair close to him and leaned onto his desk, staring him down. He looked obviously uncomfortable and leaned away, still speechless. I felt a thump on the back of my chair, "don't push your luck, pauper." Said Bif coldly. I turned to see that he had kicked the back of my chair with one of his overly long legs. I turned my assault onto him. "Bif! How could you! I thought we had something special?" I cried out again in my falsetto voice. He frowned in confusion and I laughed and turned back around, leaning back in my chair, giving Bif a wink as I did. I sat back and watched as the girl next to me filled out her worksheet with precision, seeming to know all the answers. I span my sheet around on the desk boredly. How was I supposed to answer questions for stuff I didn't know? I continued spinning my paper idly until I saw a sheet of paper being flung past my face, landing next to the girl with glasses next to me. "You, nerd girl. Fill out my paper. Now." He said in a bored tone. I watched as the "Nerd girls" face flushed red and she looked down at the worksheet that had landed on my desk. "I don't have all day, Nerd girl, hurry up. And if it isn't all correct than I'll have you thrown from the school." He sneered at her harshly. The girl slowly reached for the paper and I frowned. I couldn't believe she was just going to take that. I snatched the paper before she could reach it and twirled it in my hands, eyeing up Derby. "What are you doing, trailer trash?" He hissed at me. "Oh Derby, I didn't know you weren't smart enough to do your own work!" I spoke again in my falsetto voice, "Its not your thought your retarded!" I sang at him in my falsetto, slamming his paper back down in front of him. "She don't wanna do your work, Derby darling, so beat it." I hissed, changing back into my normal tone. He just sneered again and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. I turned back to the girl again, who was watching me with a baffled expression on her face. I smiled at her and she flinched slightly. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, y'know," I said to her casually, watching her flustered expression, "I'm Vi, who're you?" I asked smiling. The girl swallowed but managed to stutter out her name, "m-my names B-beatrice, its n-nice to m-meet you," she stuttered violently. I frowned at her nervousness, "B," I said, shortening her name for convenience. "You needa' chill, y'know?" I said, pulling my chair away from Derby's and closer to Beatrice's. She nodded and started taking deep breaths. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly she leaned towards me, and out of curiosity I leaned toward her. "Are you," she whispered quietly, "are you the girl who beat up Mandy?" She asked curiously. I blinked at her and then burst out laughing. "Ah. Yeah that might've been me, and honey, if I'd have beaten 'er up, she'd 'ave come out a lot worse." I managed to say between my giggles. Beatrice's face seemed to light up at that comment and I smiled at her. "You not like 'er much then?" I asked casually, and Beatrice shook her head. "She's so cruel, such a horrible human being. She always bullys me and never let's me on the cheerleading team, no matter how hard I try!" She gushed, despite herself. Realising what she said, she covered her mouth in shock. I smiled at her and shrugged, "oh I see, why don't you stand up for yourself? And if that fails, give her a good ol' right hook?" I said. Beatrice look mortified at the prospect and looked down at her desk. "I-i could never do that.." She muttered. "Sure you could," I replied, "you just needa build your confidence up a bit, show her your better than her, y'know?" Beatrice sighed weakly against her desk. Guess she wasn't really the type for violence. Our conversation was interrupted by the door of the classroom banging open, and two prefects walked in, unceremoniously dragging in the one and only Johnny Vincent. I smirked at the sight. "Ah Mr Vincent!" Cried Mr Galloway, trying to hide the slur in his voice from the prefects. "How nice of you to finally join us. Please take your seat!" He ordered, and Johnny groaned as he walked towards the row behind mine, purposely barging Bif as he slumped in his seat behind mine and Derby's. Oh dear. Me, Johnny and two snobbish big headed Preps. Something told me this wasn't going to end well.
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