Chapter Nine

I watched Pinky put her dress back on, fixing her make-up. I lay in my bed, one hand behind my head.

"I'll see you at dinner Aiden." She said with a smile. I grunted in return, looking up at the ceiling, thinking.
She walked out and I lay there, thinking about only one person: Kaitlyn. Why was she even with Hopkins? He's a cunt. What does she see in him…
I looked at the door as Kara walked in.
"You alright?" She asked.
"Yeah I'm fine." I said. She lay on the bed next to me, taking a cigarette from the pack on my end table. She took the lighter and started to smoke it.
"What's up?" She asked, looking at me topless.
"Greasers." I said.
She nodded, deciding that was believable and took a drag.

"What do you know about Kaitlyn Evans?" I asked.

"Who?"
"Hopkins' girlfriend."
"Oh, her. She's alright I guess." She said. "Pretty if you like that sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?" I asked, looking at her.
"You know, the whole spoilt-little-girl thing."
"Coming from a Preppie?" I asked.
She hit me with a pillow.
"You getting dressed then?"
"I'm not going to dinner." I said.
"Why not?" She asked.
I shrugged.
"Just got other arrangements."
She nodded slowly.
"Like what?"

"Sleeping." I replied, dropping my head down into the pillow. "I'll catch up with you tomorrow though."

She nodded and then left the room, leaving me to finally get some sound sleep.

I awoke at some point around eight o'clock in the morning. I pushed myself up after half an hour, putting on a pair of skinnies, a white shirt with my tie and grabbed my leather jacket and gloves. I pulled on my leather military boots and grabbed my bag, walking down the stairs. I went outside Harrington House and walked past the fountain and towards the car park, past the autoshop. I was taking Pinky's advice about not going to Shop with the Greasers, as I still needed my arms working.

I went out into Old Bullworth Vale, sitting down at a restaurant outside the Aquaberry store. I ordered a beer, didn't get one and so just got a bottle of water. I sat up, the snow falling softly. Winter was going to end soon. I looked right and saw Chad, Justin and Gord running past me, holding their cricket bats.
"Hey Kane!"
I looked up at Chad as they stopped momentarily to talk to me.
"What?"
"I was wondering whether you were up for a small challenge today?"
"Yeah?"
"Some of those Greaseballs have beaten Gord because of Johmmy Vincent's girlfriend."
"And?"
"Well, I thought you'd be up for a little game of fisticuffs."

"In my opinion Gord shouldn't have started pissing about with her again."
Chad looked at me. I hesitated, then took the bottle of water and walked with them. We went past the school, through Bullworth Town and towards the overpass of New Coventry.

"I'll catch up with you guys later." I said to them (they just ran forwards towards Lucky and Hal) as Lola came around the corner to my right.
"So, you enjoy boys fighting over you?" I asked.
"Hello Aiden Kane." She said in her Detroit accent.
"It's not enough to have the Greasers fighting over you so you have to get the Preps too?"
"And you." She said.

"Fuck that!" I shook my head and took a step back. "I'm not a tool."
"Well I'm afraid our relationship has reached it's end then Aiden."
"What relationship?"
"Our relationship. You have just thrown it down the drain!"
"I'm not interested in dating a skank." I said, walking past her.
"Your loss, Jimmy was be more then happy to fight for me!"
I turned around.

"Why does everyone think I care about Hopkins? He's a jerk!"
"But he fought for me-"
"He's dating Kaitlyn Evans – he doesn't give a fuck about you."
"What?"
"I know you're not stupid Lola. I mean, you've managed to charm half of the school to fight for you, you're obviously intelligent. Hopkins has obviously never been into you for anything other then sex."
"But I'm a nice girl! I never-"

"Exactly." I said. "The only reason Hopkins would ever fight is for himself. He just wants to beat the shit out of somebody." I shook my head. "Whatever." I said, turning to walk away. This school is beyond fucked up. I mean, first of all there are cliques. Second of all, they're owned by a teenager. I couldn't be fucked to get into a fight with the Greasers again, so headed back to the school.

I walked back through the gates, where I saw familiar sight of Christy Martin lip-locked. She pulled away from the senior, leaving him to walk away.

"Oh, hey Aiden Kane." She said, catching sight of me. I grunted in response, walking past her.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I muttered.
"You can at least look at me when you lie."
"Whatever." I muttered, not looking back.

"Listen," She said, grabbing my arm and stopping me from walking "everyone knows you don't like it here."
"Oh, that obvious?" I asked sarcastically.

"But if you give this situation half a chance," she continued "I think you'll find that you really can like it here. And some of the students aren't as bad as you think they are. I mean Jimmy is really a nice person. It just takes you time to realise it-"

"Are you sleeping with him?"
"What?" She asked, completely thrown back.

"It's just that the whole starry-eyed-you're-so-much-better-off-here speech must come from somewhere so-"

"No! Of course I'm not sleeping with him! I could never do that to Kaitlyn-"

"Fine." I said, turning to walk away.

"Hey, we're not finished talking!"
"I am." I said, putting my hands in my pockets.