Leather and Lipstick
I'm so sorry its taken me so long to update! I've explained at the bottom about why, so don't hate me! :( I'm happy to see some new stories popping up into the Bully fanfiction category with great potential! And also some ones that are great which will be updating soon! Yay! Anyway, sorry for the short chapter, but please enjoy and review! (I hope D: )
Bullworth Townie:
You are right. In my opinion girls of a young age such as 12-13 shouldn't cake themselves full of make up and dress inappropriately. It can be very unsafe for them, as people will think they are older than they are and it will cause problems. Girls like that are also usually naïve, which is never a good mix. Its nice to hear of your values, it is very rare nowadays to hear of a girl of your age who is very smart about these situations (no offense to anyone else of course!) Also, I may be failing you on keeping up the good work :( if you read the bottom you'll understand :(
Dancing Queen:
That's great! Who are your favourite characters in Bully? Anything you'd like to see happen? I try really hard to make my story fan-orientated so I'd love to input some of your ideas, especially since you have reviewed several of my chapters n-n
Chapter 6 -
Due to my act of kindness towards Beatrice, she seemed adamant to do anything to make it up to me, so there I was listening to Beatrice as she explained the answers of the worksheet to me, filling them out onto my paper. I half listened to her, but my attention was more taken with what was going on behind me. There was a continuous thumping sound coming from next to me, and I turned to see Johnny slumped in his chair, kicking the disgruntled head Preps chair. I smirked at this, waiting for Derby to snap. As expected, the Prep didn't take this very well. "What are you staring at, pauper?" He snarled at me before turning round to Johnny, "and stop trying to infect me with your germs, you dirty oil stain." He hissed at Johnny. I turned and leaned on the back of my chair, waiting for the spectacle to begin. "Now Derby darling, that wasn't very nice. If anything, your the one who has the germs, y'know being inbred and all." I shot at him with a sweet grin. Derby gave me a filthy look, while Johnny's face broke into a surprised smirk. However, I was nearly thrown from my chair, as a sudden hard kick from Bif sent me flying backwards. I luckily caught myself on the front of the desk and steadied myself as I heard the a screeching sound behind me and chairs falling back. I regained my position just as Beatrice let out a gasp and turned to see Johnny standing, towering over Bif's sitting figure. "Whatcha' think ya doin'? Hittin' a girls chair like that, I should lay you out right now." Johnny threatened with a dark look on his face. Bif sneered and stood up, now towering over Johnny, "if you are dumb enough to fight the Bullworth boxing champ then come on!" Bif taunted while Derby let out a superior laugh. They glared daggers at each other before they were interrupted by Mr Galloway, who had finally realised something was going down. "Gentlemen! Sit down! I will not having you fighting in my classroom. Johnny Vincent, this is the first time this month you've been in my classroom, do try to behave. And no Bif Taylor, I don't care who your father is, continue this and you will get a detention slip!" Mr Galloway scolded. Both boys reluctantly sat down, not before promising each other that this wasn't the end. I shot Johnny a puzzled look and he just stared back at me. I flopped back in my chair, still confused. I mean, I had argued with him this morning, why was he helping me now? "Now class, I want the worksheet completed by the end of the lesson, and you will stay as long as it takes if you don't!" He added, before slumping back onto his desk. The class collectively groaned, including myself. I looked for my sheet before I saw it slide towards me, filled out completely. I looked in the direction that the sheet came in and saw Beatrice blinking at me with a shy smile. I took my sheet and winked at her, "thanks doll!" I said cheerfully and she got all flustered up again. Wow. She must not get much social interaction, I thought to myself. I looked up at the clock, seeing that it was nearly the end of the lesson and turned to see how Johnny was doing. He was bent over his sheet, his face scrunched up in agonised confusion, staring a hole into the sheet. I started to giggle, finding his expression very amusing, and he looked up at me and scowled. Before he could retort anything, I slid my sheet over to him and nodded towards it, before turning back in my chair, twiddling my pen. I chatted to Beatrice for awhile, as she seemed happy that someone actually wanted to talk to her. After a while, I felt a light tap on my chair. I turned to see that Johnny had slid my sheet to the end of his desk. I reached over and grabbed it, receiving a nod of thanks from Johnny as I did so.
The rest of the class went quite dully after that. The bell finally rang and, after I'd scribbled over occasional areas on my worksheet, I handed my work over to the drowsy Mr Galloway and took my leave of the classroom. I didn't get far when I felt someone call behind me. " 'Ey Vi! Wait up!" I turned to see Johnny walking towards me and I quirked an eyebrow. He finally caught up with me and we stood there in an awkward silence. "So whatcha' want?" I finally asked, my hands on my hips. Johnny scratched the back of his head, "uh, I just wanted to say that I think we got off wrong earlier y'know? You're a pretty cool chick." He said, smoothing back his hair. I smirked at this but nodded, and we continued to walk down the hallway. "Alright, cool. So why'd ya stand up for me when that inbred kid kicked my chair?" I asked nonchalantly. Johnny looked at me puzzled for a second, before he frowned. "We're in the same clique. I look after my own y'know?" He said with a shrug and I smiled at that. I didn't get the chance to say much else because as we entered into the main space of the school building, I saw Johnny stop dead. I followed his line of vision and my eyes landed on Lola, who was leaned up against a wall seductively, talking to some blonde haired Jock. Johnny noticeably tensed, and Lola looked around, spotting us. She sauntered away from the Jock, without a word of goodbye, and came towards us, before latching onto Johnny. "Oh Johnny, I missed you baby." She purred at him, but Johnny's tense expression stayed. He narrowed his eyes at her before gesturing towards the Jock, "what the hell was that?" He managed to spit out, his jaw clenched in rage. Surprisingly, Lola looked unfazed. "Oh Johnny it was nothing! It was just so innocent, okay?" She purred out again. I could see where this was going, and decided to get out while I could, quickly walking off down the hallway to my locker. I finally reached it and twisted in the combination, collecting the clothes I had forgotten to pick up yesterday. I slammed my locker closed and started to walk towards the buildings exit, when I noticed someone leaned up against a wall, staring at me. I frowned and stared back. After getting a closer look, I could tell that the person was a tall girl, with orange hued hair and a seriously punked up uniform. She continued to stare at me, not out of hostility, but out of interest. I walked past her cautiously, her eyes following me until I left the school building. I walked out into the open air and breathed out, slightly creeped out at the way she stared at me.
The weird staring carried on when I got back to New Coventry. People that I realised must be dropouts turned to stare at me when I walked past, but didn't heckle me like I thought they would. I scrunched my face in frustration. I had no idea why they were all staring at me, but it was really starting to piss me off. I slammed myself into my house, and took out some frustration on the punching bag we kept for said purposes in the spare room. The next couple of weeks that went by was quite uneventful after the first two days that I started. I had no run ins with Mandy, and apart from a few snide comments here and there to the Preps in english, I mostly stayed out of trouble. I skipped gym nearly all the time now, either hanging out at the autoshop or hiding in town with Lola. But strangely, the stares from the orange haired girl and the dropouts continued and frustrated me to no end. It was halfway through the week when I finally found out who she was. I was walking out of biology, finally uncovering my nose from the foul stench of the pigeon we had to dissect. I was trudging down the corridor when I heard someone call out to me. "Hey." I heard come from across the hall. Since there was no one else down the hallway, I assumed it was aimed at me. I turned to see the orange haired girl at the end of the hallway and surprise surprise, she was staring at me. Again. I put my hands on my hips and tilted my head, staring at her boredly. "Oh its you. The chick who's got a starin' problem." I said in a monotone. The girl smiled and started towards me, "and you're that new greasy tough girl, I've heard a lot about you." I rolled my eyes, "wow, greasy, how original, do you get your insults off the back of a cereal box?" I retorted back, raising an eyebrow. She laughed, not a cruel one, but an amused one. "I see he was right to be interested in you.." She said breezily as she passed me, stopping momentarily as she did to look at me. I frowned at that. "He? What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned in confusion. She just smiled and continued walking, "huh. I thought you'd already know. Oh well, see you around. I'm Zoe, just so you know." And with that, she left. I stood still for a second, thrown into confusion by my riddle like conversation with this Zoe girl. I eventually sighed tiredly. I decided I needed a walk, and left the school building.
Exercise was never really my forte, so I surprised myself when I had somehow wandered through into the Industrial Park from the school grounds without much of a thought. I wandered further in, hoping that a longer walk would distract me from my confusion of earlier today. I continued walking, getting further into the Industrial Park, until I felt a hard, rough shove to my back that nearly sent me tumbling to the ground. I turned sharply to see the culprit, a muscular looking guy with an orange buzzcut in a white tank top and stained jeans. I glared violently at him and he just started laughing, a harsh, gravely laugh.
It all went so fast after that. I guess I just... Snapped?
I lunged forward, grabbing the guy by the front of his tank top and pulling him roughly towards me. "What the fuck is your problem?" I hissed violently at him, taking all my self control not to spit in his face. The guy looked dazed for a second, I guess not really expecting I'd react so quickly and harshly. He shoved me off of him, coming slightly to his senses, but still with a half dazed look grazing his features. I lost my balance slightly, and smacked my back hard against a traffic pylon. I growled in pain, but didn't stop my assault. I knew that this guy was nearly double my size and a lot stronger than me, so I was pretty much done for if we really started to fight, but that didn't stop me pulling my fist back. I would have slammed my fist into his face if something hadn't caught hold of my hand and pulled me back. I squeaked in surprise as I was forced backwards, pulling my out of hitting distance of the tank top wearing bastard and behind someone else. I bit back a scream of frustration and snatched my hand out of the grip of a strangely familiar smelling man. I looked up to see Edgar standing between me and the other guy, a frown apparent on his face. I glared darkly back at him and put my hands on my hips. He raised an eyebrow at me before speaking, "what's going on here?" He asked in an authoritative tone. I turned my face away and spat on the ground, "this asshole started on me outta tha blue! I dunno what his fuckin' problem is!" I spat out, seething. Edgar's frown deepened, and he turned to the other guy. "Is that true Clint?" He asked. By now the other guys expression had changed from being dazed to all out hostility. "This rich Bullworth scum was on our turf, I was gonna teach her a lesson!" He jeered and I scoffed at that. "Rich?" I spat out, half out of disgust and half out of confusion. Edgar shook his head, "you needa' be more careful Clint," he reprimanded, "we wouldn't want to see you hurt Vi now, would we?" Said Edgar, adding extra empathise as he spoke my name. Clint's face dropped, his mouth hanging open. He expression looked upset almost, as he began to stutter out, "o-oh, I didn't know that was Vi! S-sorry boss.." He said before he started hitting himself in the face. "Stupid Clint, stupid stupid stupid!" He said as he continued hitting himself. I raised an eyebrow at this and Edgar held his arm out to stop the him. "Don't worry 'bout it Clint, just don't pull anything like this again, alright?" He warned. Clint nodded before walking off, hitting himself in the chest as he did. Edgar then turned back to me, his usual smirk plastered on his face. I continued to glare darkly at him, not in the mood for his usual cockiness. This only made him smirk more. "Hey baby Vi," He greeted. I just grunted in response. He put his hands to his chest in mock offense before speaking again, "why haven't you come to see me Vi? I've missed you." He cried out mockingly. I started to walk again, keeping my expression sullen. I felt his arm wrap around my waist as he caught up to me, walking beside me now. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight, and I just sighed defeatedly. He grinned, satisfied, "what's up with you?" He asked casually. Again, I just grunted in response, searching in my pockets and eventually sparking up a cigarette, taking a drag. Edgar just watched me with a eyebrow raised, waiting to get a coherent answer out of me. "Bad day?" He guessed. I grunted for a third time, continuing to stare sullenly as I took a drag out of my cigarette. "Baby Vi," he crooned out, before reaching out and flicking my face lightly. I flinched and turned to glare at him darkly, before attempting to shove him away again. He just laughed, keeping his grip on me. I huffed in frustration. "You're so annoying." I mumbled, taking a long drag of my cigarette. His face lit up, "so she speaks!" He mocked lightly, grinning. I rolled my eyes before realising that we'd made it outside a warehouse looking building. Edgar proceeded to lead us inside the building. There were a few straggling dropouts inside talking, but they stopped as soon as we both walked in. They started to stare at me as they have been the past couple of weeks, with a new hint of leer added. "Clear out." Spoke Edgar, the authoritative tone back in his voice. The dropouts immediately made a move to leave, still staring at me as they left. My expression grew more sullen as I seated myself on the poker table, before turning with a thoughtful expression to Edgar. "You're the leader of these dropouts, aren't ya?" I asked him, keeping my expression neutral. He leaned up against a wall, folding his arms with a smirk on his face. "Yeah, what makes you ask that baby?" He replied. I shook my head slightly at his random use of charm every so often before replying. "Then why have your gang been starin' at me these past couplea' weeks?" I asked him, frowning. His expression changed as I said that, the smirk disappearing and being replaced with an awkward, almost embarrassed expression. He scratched the back of his head, "oh! Uh, I jus' told them who you were and that you were cool to come round here and uh, so yeah." He managed to scramble out. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just stared at me. "Why? Is that what's put you in this mood all of a sudden?" I pouted slightly, tossing my hair, "you don't know how annoying it is having people stare at you everywhere you go! Ugh!" I huffed out, kicking the chair back. He just started laughing again. "I didn't realise how easy it was to irritate you." He chuckled. I huffed again, before eyeing him suspiciously, "you sure that's all you said? They seem to stare a lot just causea' that." His expression changed again, going right back to that embarrassed expression. He got up from his leaning place on the wall and walked up to me, eventually standing so close we were almost touching. I frowned at this, and he leaned down, closer to my face. So close that our noses were almost touching. "So what if I said something else to them? What if I said something more.. Territorial? What would you say then?" He whispered to me huskily. I just blinked, speechless. I tried to get my tongue around some words but I was unable to, my mouth just opening and closing, like a fish. He leaned even closer to me, his lips almost brushing against mine. I half closed my eyes subconsciously in anticipation.
Ahhh I'm sorry if this is really bad, I've officially hit writers block and have no idea what to write! Its so frustrating :( I was thinking maybe of starting to write a new story, hoping that that will give me some ideas for this one, so if you have any story suggestions, or any plot ideas for this story, I'd love you forever if you told me! So please review and save me from my writers block!