Chapter Two

Claire turned out to be pretty kooky for a prep. She wore her skirt high, tights with lots of ladders in them, no tie and her self-decorated white shirt untucked with the sleeves rolled up.

And that was for an assembly.

I leant on the balcony, having a cigarette that I'd bought in Bullworth Town.

"So, you moved here because…"
"My mum's a wackjob?"
"I was going to say your aunt."
"Either's fine." I said, throwing the cigarette over the balcony.
I looked out over my view. I saw the fountain, the gym halls and a little of the observatory.
"Well, at least we at Bullworth have you."
"The love's one-sided." I said, walking back in and dropping my lighter on the coffee table. "What are you watching?" I asked.
"R-rated cartoons."
I glanced up at the TV.
"Perv." She said, looking back to the sitcom. I took off my shirt and threw it at her head.
"What are you doing?" She asked, still watching the sitcom.

"Getting changed for lessons."

"And I thought I was going to get lucky." She murmered.
I looked back to her smiling awkwardly.
"What?"
She suddenly smiled.
"I'm joking."
I rolled my eyes and opened the wardrobe, taking out a white shirt and putting it on.
"So do you work out?" She asked.
I turned around to see her looking at me and not the screen for once.

"Yeah, in maths every day."

She shook her head.
"Very funny."
"Yeah," I said grinning smugly "who'd take maths?" I turned back to the dresser and put on a black and yellow tie. I tied it loosely around my neck and then grabbed an Aquaberry V-neck, pushing the sleeves up and then rolling the shirt sleeves up.

"So first we have…?"

"I have Art, you have English."
"Fun." I said in a monotone.

"Cheer up, I'll give you a surprise tonight."
"What surprise is that?" I asked, taking a step towards her.
She placed a hand on my stomach, tip-toeing up and whispering in my ear.

"Harassing some old hobo."

"Huh. That's romantic."
She grinned and walked away from me, going out the door. I changed my jeans into the skinny black trousers from the drawer. I put on my black converses and put a little wax in my long dishevelled hair, pushing my fringe down across the right. I finally grabbed my bag and left the building, heading right towards the main building. I walked up through the door and saw barrages of people funnelling through the corridors. I pushed my self up against the wall and shimmied into the classroom marked 309A.

I looked to see a man dressed in a smart three-piece, collapsed backwards in his desk in sadness. I shrugged and walked to the desk in the third row, putting my bag on the floor. I leant back in the chair, taking out my phone and leaning back in the chair. I looked back to the opening door to see two girls walking into the classroom, one I recognised instantly in her skimpy blue skirt and slimming jumper. I smiled at Pinky as she sauntered past me.

"Hey Aiden." She smiled and walked up to the second row of desks. I grinned slightly as she sat down, looking pleased with herself.

The English teacher stirred with a groan.
"No more talking." He slurred. "No more talking. Read off the board and then read to page thirty three…" he trailed off, his head dropping down into his arms.

I walked up to the front of the desk and took out a permenant marker out of his breast pocket. I pulled his collar back so he slumped back into his chair. I then carefully wrote on his forehead PRAT. I heard a snigger from Pinky as I walked back to my seat and rested my leg on the chair next to me.

The door opened and I heard the bustle of the corridors sweep into the classroom as four boys came into the classroom. One of them, who was wearing an Aquaberry sweater decided to sit next to me. I took my foot off the chair as he decided to sit down.

I looked to my left and saw a young girl sitting there, dressed in a skirt and cardigan. I caught her eye and mouthed "Hi."

She rolled her eyes and looked away from me.

I looked back to see the prep next to me was talking, looking at the boy in a letterman jacket sitting at the front, probably complaining about him being able to sit near or something. He looked towards me, questioningly.
"Sure dude, I'm going to go."
I picked up my bag and put the strap over my shoulder, walking towards the door.
I caught an unimpressed gaze of the girl sitting nearby as I passed her.

I lit up a cigarette, blew it out and then exited the room.

I walked through the corridors, smoking my cigarette casually. I eventually finished it, stubbing it out on an aged poster, stating "V for Victory". I walked around the corner, carefully attempting to blow smoke rings. I failed badly and exhaled the smoke, going around the corner and bumping into a boy about half a foot smaller then me.
"Watch where you're going man!"

I looked down at the shaved ginger boy in a messy vest and slacks.

"I was – you weren't in it."
"Weren't in what?"
"You'd think all that extra air in your head would make you a bit taller."
"What you trying to say bitch?" He said, pushing his arms out.

"I'm trying to say you're a dumb moron."
"You wanna say that again?" He said, pushing me backwards.
I took a step backwards, steadying myself.
"Go fuck yourself." I said, shoving him back. I was stronger, and so he fell backwards onto the floor, his back colliding loudly with the floor.
"Don't start something you can't finish." I said, walking past him.

I flew into a locker as the boy leapt onto my back. I elbowed him in the ribs and then threw my head backwards, colliding with his face. I then turned around and smacked him in the head with my bag. He threw a punch at my head, which I ducked under and slammed my fist into his stomach, pushing him onto the floor with it. He collapsed, winded. I pulled him up by the collar, punching him in the side of the face once and leaving him on the floor, grabbing his face.
"Learn how to fight." I said, turning around and coming face to face with a beast of a prefect.

"Oh Fuck." I said, before being thrown onto the floor by him.