Just a little Stability

by Romoham

She never got a chance to have any real school experiences. Her parents jobs always requiring them to move. They finally found her a school she can stay at and have a straight year at the same school. Now she has a choice if she wants to keep moving around or stay in one place long enough to make some friends. (We'll see where this goes :3)

4. Pride Crash

A/N: They're getting longer D: ...The chapters incase you're wondering what the hell I'm on about.

"So what happened at the Harrington house? You only got back like at 8 o'clock last night." Beatrice poked Molly a bit for her attention during math class. Molly didn't mind the geeky girl, even if she was a bit of a motormouth but right now she couldn't be on a more irritating subject.
"Well..." Molly was trying real hard to think of a lie. Nothing that was rumorworthy or that implied the truth. She looked over her shoulder hearing a light snicker. Derby sitting behind her with Bryce sitting a few desks to the side as well as they gave her fake charmed smiles, all she seen were a couple of snakes as she shot them both a glare. Beatrice didn't seem to notice as she whipped her attention away from Molly and focused it to the front of the class as cleared his throat.
"Molly is there something you find particularly interesting about that you can't focus on the problem on the board?" Molly turned around to see an annoyed teacher standing at the front. By all rights he should be bothered that she was obviously focused on someone else but why did he have to say it like that? She could hear half the class snickering already causing her face to go red.
"Not at all sir." Molly said sticking her nose up in the air trying hard to show the class that she didn't have that type of interest at all.
"Good, then you must have been paying attention to my lesson." said cynically like he knew for a fact that she wasn't. He tapped a stick of chalk at one of the problems on the blackboard. Molly looked at the graph and algebraic equation a moment trying to remember how it was suppose to be solved.
"What's the matter? I thought I was pretty clear in my explanation." He looked ready to hand out a detention slip.
"I can do it ?" Beatrice raised her hand but he ignored her and two other geeks Bucky and Melvin who were excited to show off that they could solve it easily.
"If I want you to solve then I'll call you up." He snapped at the three. "Well?" He turned back to Molly as she stood up and took the chalk and giant ruler from him. "And don't just place the marks where you think they should go, I want to see you write out how you got the answer as well." A few times he called on someone they miraculously got it right by randomly placing the markers without even knowing if it was right or wrong. As she started scratching away at the blackboard with the chalk she soon had finished her answer marking down where the dots should be placed on the graph and showing how they should be connected. Molly looked back at with a light smile hoping he was impressed enough with her math skills not to call her out anymore. Her smile faded when he looked more annoyed than pleased.
"Back to your seat, and pay attention." barked at her taking the ruler from her hand, felt like he was going to hit her with it if she didn't hurry. Before she sat down she looked to see some pleased expressions on both Derby and Bryce's face. She thought it would have made them smile like that if she had stood up there like a fool having no idea how to solve it.
"Maybe you should join our math club instead." Beatrice said to Molly as she took a seat.
"Thanks, but math isn't that much of a passion of mine." Molly offered a smile, why did Beatrice keep offering to join all these clubs? She sighed staring down at her text-book. Seemed like something was wrong with almost every teacher so far. She didn't mind biology class but was a bit creepy and looked like he was staring at a gourmet meal when he looked down at dissected animal organs. The gym teacher seemed to be an old pervert ogling the young girls and now this guy looked like he just didn't like his student, if they knew the answer they were being know-it-all or smart asses, if not then they were idiots and a waste of his time. Beatrice was now surprisingly quiet for the rest of the class but she looked like she was ready to explode if she didn't get anymore details about what Molly did last night.

As the class emptied for lunch Derby and Bryce blocked the doorway on Molly.
"Doesn't work only start after school?" Molly sighed as Derby leaned on the doorway.
"Sign this." He held out a clipboard with a paper on it. Before even touching it Molly started to read through it a bit.
"Is this a contract?" She looked back at him.
"Of course."
"Why?"
Derby rolled his eyes like it should be obvious why she had to sign it.
"If we postpone the charges for you clumsiness you might get it in your head to quit working for us a month from now and never repay me." Derby said taking her hand and forcing her to take hold of the contract.
"Can't you just take my word for it?" Molly asked not trusting signing a contract. The word 'CON' was right in there.
"If you're so sure you won't just up and leave then this shouldn't be a problem." He retorted. She narrowed her eyes at him and started to read over it. If she refused to continue working for them then she would have to pay them in cash or replace every item with something of equal value and if that was refused then his parents were going to take her parents to court.
"Do we have to bring the parents into this?" Molly frowned.
"Not if you do as your told." Bryce added handing her a pen. "Refusal to sign indicates you have no intention of paying for your crime and well, we know where that's going to go." He said. She wanted to stall this but she could hear some kids coming down the corridor.
"Mmm." Her cheeks were going red. "Fine!" She said in a harsh but hushed tone as she scribbled her signature onto the paper and quickly shoved it into Bryce's chest to get past him.
"Hey Molly you coming eat with us?" Petey called and waved her over with Gary and Jimmy.
"Coming." Molly said.
"We're going eat out for lunch." Gary added. "My treat at the Baton Bleu." He said with a happy go lucky smile. Petey gave him a strange look trying to figure out why he would offer to pay for the four of them.
"Do we have enough time for that?" Molly blinked. That sounded good, especially since she didn't really eat anything yesterday or wake up in time for something decent this morning.
"Gary you sure you have enough for that?" Petey asked nervously.
"I said I've got it covered." Gary gave him an ear flick for questioning him.
"Whatever man, anything's better than here." Jimmy said as he grabbed a skateboard out of his locker.
"Ditto." Molly smiled. "But how are we going to get there and back in time for class?" She asked again.
"Got a bike?" Gary asked her.
"No."
"Then we take the bus." Gary said. "It's a dinner place, it's not going to be that busy during lunch." He added as they walked passed the school doors. The bus drove up next to them just as they arrived at the bus stop. They climbed in along with a few other students who probably had lunch plans as well.
"I say we hit a burger joint." A chubby guy from the greaser clique argued.
"Hal, that's all you every wanna go for." Peanut argued back.
"'Ey you and Ricky are no better, always the same pizza place." He pointed at Peanut and the boy sitting next to him.
"Johnny wants us to bring him back a slice." Ricky added.
"Then why not just pick him one up on the way back." Hal said as the three went into an argument.
"Awe man." Jimmy tossed his head back."It's like watching married couples." He muttered to Molly. She just giggled a bit which got their attention.
"Uh." She blinked hoping her laugh didn't offend them. Last thing she needed was another clique to harass her.
"Hey new girl." Peanut gave her a smile, she smiled back remembering him from yesterday. At least now he was looking her in the eye.
"You can call me Molly." She said making him laugh, but frowned at Ricky when he seemed to look a little gloomy from looking at her. "You...okay?"She asked.
"Her eyes were a similar same color." Ricky muttered to himself and leaned depressingly on to the window as Hal rolled his eyes.
"Seriously Ricky, it's been over a semester, you weren't even dating that long." Hal said sounding sick of his whining.
"You wanna grab some lunch? I know a great pizza place" Peanut smiled at Molly, ignoring Ricky's mellow-drama.
"Sorry Peanut-butter but she's got plans." Gary said helping her out of her seat as they're stop came up. Before Peanut could get offended enough to start throwing fists he stopped once Molly spoke again.
"Maybe another time." Molly waved as she walked off the bus with her new friends. She caught a glimpse of an excited grin on his face from the bus window.
"Ooh, bad move." Gary laughed a bit.
"Why's that?" Molly asked.
"Most of the greasers get really attached when they get girlfriends." Petey said to her with a wince.
"I'm not his girlfriend." Molly huffed. "I said maybe I would join him for lunch another time." She shrugged. Besides if it were a date the point of a date was to get to know each other before stepping into a relationship. Between 'work' and her studies it's not like she had time for dates and/or romance anyways.
"Yeah have fun explaining that one to him." Gary tossed his head back in laughter.
"I'm sure you can handle any crying greaseball." Jimmy shrugged as they walked into the restaraunt. Gary walked way in front of them and spoke to the waitress a moment. Molly assumed it was getting them a table big enough for four.
"Right this way." The young woman smiled politely as she led them to a booth.
"Sweet, I love getting the booths." Molly grinned but she heard a few familure voices speaking amongst each other. "I hope I don't lose my appetite..."She muttered noticing a table full of preps.
"What was that?" Petey looked up at her from his menu.
"Nothing...you think we can ask to move somewhere else?" She said sinking down in her seat a bit.
"I'm sick of hearing about they're aquaberry shit too but this is the only side with booths." Jimmy said leaning back.
"Besides it's non-smoking on this side." Petey added as he decided on what to get. The cheapest thing on the menu really was a small platter of finger foods.
"Don't complain to me when it's time to leave you're still hungry. I said I'd deal with the tab." Gary rolled his eyes.
"I'm good." Petey nodded, seemed like he was skeptical how this was going to be paid for.
"I'll just take the bleu grilled burger with fries." Jimmy said tossing the menu aside. Gary was looking annoyed at their choices and looked to Molly.
"Please tell me you're at least going to get your fill." Gary said tapping his finger on the table.
"12oz steak medium rare with the butterfly shrimp with extra. Mash potatoes instead of fries-Oh can we get desert?" Molly asked with pleading eyes. If he didn't have enough she wouldn't mind tossing in. "I've been dying for a hot fudge brownie with ice cream. With almonds too." Gary grinned at that.
"Damn, where do you planning on putting that?" Jimmy asked her. She patted her stomach with a smile but punched his arm a bit when he looked down at her butt.
"Take your unsubtle implications and shove them up your dick." Molly growled with a slight glare. Gary just tossed his head on the table and bursted into a strong laughter as the waitress rushed over and asked them to calm down. Once the orders came in everything way fine but it seemed every little thing was setting Gary off and he kept getting a bit louder.
"Really show some self-control." Bif said leaning back a bit in his booth looking at Gary in disgust as he continued his laughing fit.
"What can you expect from commoners?" Derby added from the middle of the preps booth. "Just look at their hussy stuff her face like a cow. No etiquette, it's not very lady like, of course it's no surprise. Just look at the company she keeps." They were purposely antagonizing her now, she knew they had to be. Gary seemed to be relaxed though as he took a sip of his drink and looking at Molly.
"You're going to let them talk down on you like that?" Gary asked her still holding his cup. "They already don't respect you, so why hold back on telling them off." He looked at her with a smile. Molly gave him a hard look. He had a point, what more could they do to her or say? She was already as low as dirt to them when they barely even knew her. She stood up ready to speak her mind but Jimmy stood up abruptly before she did.
"Why don't you shut your mouth and mind your own damn business. not everyone is going out of their way to impress you Derby!" Jimmy snapped. "We get it you like to hear yourself talk, but honestly I can't tell if the words are coming from your face or your ass." He sneered at them. They were speechless and so was Molly.
"Jimmy, I think we should go." Petey said tapping his now tense arm a bit.
"Listen to your friend Hopkins-" Bif started.
"Or what rich-boy? You gonna go cry to daddy?" Jimmy said standing his ground, their ears were now turning red with frustration or was that humiliation? "Oh someone at school hurt my feelings, get over yourselves you inbred stuff-shirts." He mocked as Molly grabbed one arm and Petey took hold of another slowly leading him away.
"Gary." Molly motioned him to follow.
"Oh, I gotta deal with the bill first." Gary waved her off. "I'll meet you guys at the bus stop in a minute." He told her with a confident smile. Honestly she didn't trust leaving him alone with a bunch of angry boxing champions. She had polished the trophies that showed they may have had everything given to them on a silver platter in life but they were far from defenseless. He just kept waving her off to leave. "I need you guys to stall the bus for me while I wait." Gary said as they walked out.
"Thanks Jimmy." Molly said as they reached the bus stop. "For standing up for me." She rubbed the back of her head.
"You got to learn not to take that sort of crap." Jimmy told her. "You took way too long and too much convincing before you stood up." He folded his arms leaning against the bus sign.
"Well...my dad always told me not to let petty assholes like that get the better of me." Molly said. That was a lie again. He always told her to stand firm and give them a piece of her mind, especially if they were relentless, then maybe a piece of her boot in their teeth.
"Well I haven't been here much longer then you have but I learned first day that crap doesn't cut it." Jimmy said, in fact it was a lesson he knew since kindergarten. "I mean come on, you're not going to have someone around you all the time."
"I know that." Molly said sounding a bit irritated with him. "I'm capable of standing up for myself, I don't need anyone to hold my hand or fight for me." She argued back.
"So you want us to just sit there next time while you're being torn apart? Because from the looks of it you were just letting them walk all over you." Jimmy retorted.
"Why are you even mad at me? I didn't do anything!"
"That's the point." He said exasperated. "I just thought you were a little stronger than that." Molly was taken back and looked away from him.
"Don't make assumptions." She muttered. What did he know anyways? She doubted he would go around advertising it if he was caught in her situation.
"The bus is coming." Petey said trying to change the subject.
"Whatever." Jimmy shoved his hands in his pocket as he stood up straight getting ready to get on the bus.
"We have one more on his way." Molly told the driver he gave a long annoyed sigh.
"Where is he?" He asked looking around the stop sign. "If he's not on the block then I gotta go." He told her. "So get on or get off." She had one foot on the bus step and one on the pavement so he didn't take off right away. Molly looked around for signs of Gary.
"Um..." She looked nervously as the driver looked ready to close the door on her leg. "There!" She pointed seeing Gary sprint towards her. When he got there he practically shoved Molly into a seat and slammed himself down next to her.
"Sorry for the wait." He gave a complete maniacle grin despite the heavy breathing.
"Gary...what did you do?" Petey asked seeing a group of preps attempting to chase down the bus to get to them.
"Took care of the tab. One hot fudge brownie with icecream coming up." Gary handed Molly a plate from the restaurant with half a box over it. Molly's eyes brightened up in delight as she started digging in.
"Thanks!" She squealed. "I hadn't had one of these in ages." Her knee's were practically trembling as she took her first bite.
"I didn't know they gave take out." Jimmy said.
"They don't." Petey said hiding his face, ashamed of even knowing Gary.
"Why are they chasing you?" Molly asked looking out the window at the preps her desert spoon still in her mouth.
"Truth is, I couldn't afford everyone's meal." Gary said drinking from a stolen cup from the restaurant. "So I figured the frat boys wouldn't mind tossing in to pay for us." He said.
"No way." Molly looked at him. "That's so terrible." She laughed, she felt like her gut was about to spill. Once they got off the bus there was still a few minutes before class. The preps arriving moments after them ready to jump Gary and possibly the rest of them by association.
"Let's get to class." Petey said walking up a few steps waiting for the rest.
"Gary." Molly said as Gary grabbed her chin and pulled out a wetnap to wipe off a bit of fudge from the corner of her lip. He was humming nonchalantly. "I think we should go." She urged him but he didn't let go of her face. They were closing in. "Okay I think you got it all!" She was feeling frantic. He grabbed hold of Petey by the collar and started to fix that up now.
"You shouldn't eat on a bus Molly, it's bad etiquette." He mock scolded her. "And Petey I expected better, your collar is all messed up." He taunted as Petey looked ready to rip free and run for it as the gang of preps now loomed over them. Just then two prefects were making their rounds by the school staircase. If anyone attacked anyone they would be in trouble in an instant. Gary's smile now reminded Molly of the Cheshire cat as the preps stopped in their tracks.
"Hey you, it's 12:58 you better be in class in the next 2 minutes!" One of the prefects snapped at the two parties.
"Right away good sirs." Gary said with an angel like grin as he put his arms around Jimmy Molly and Petey as he lead them inside.
"That goes for you as well." He turned to the preps. They grumbled a bit.
"You're going to pay for that, Smith." Bryce said as he passed the group.
"I'm sure once your daddy gets over his gambling and hooker addictions it will be like he threw pennies at the less fortunate, don't worry that club money will cover things for now...hopefully." Gary laughed, he practically vanished into his classroom before Bryce could turn around and give him a right hook to the face. Jimmy and Petey were already in their own classroom now.
Molly stood there as Bryce gave her a glare like as if she was the one who said.
"Quit staring!" He snapped at her and walked off pretending to still have composure. He was hunched a bit now with his fists balled and stepping heavily to his next class. She watched a bit as she entered into the art class. Guess even those stuck-up money-bag jerks had their problems, or some of them at least. Although with the way he had been treating her she wasn't sure if she should bother to bring herself to care.

"I'm Molly Hunson..." Molly introduced herself to the class again. She already had on her first day but was insistent. Molly could see why, she hadn't had half the students in here as classmates yet. Still it already felt repetitive and unnecessary now. "And I'll be honest...I'm not much of an artist." She rubbed the back of her head.
"That's fine dear, everyone has their own way of expressing themselves." said. "Once you find your muse you'll be creating all sorts of new wonderful pieces." She told Molly now allowing her to take a seat.
"As long as she thinks you put effort into it she won't mind that you're not that good." Petey assured her. Molly looked down at his sketchbook. The body of the person wasn't well proportioned, neck too long, legs too short and arms too thick, but the outfit he drew on their was stylish and well placed.
"Wish I could design like that." Molly smiled at him as she began to...well doodle rather then sketch. Her book now already had a badly drawn manga looking girl on there.
"Wish I could proportion my figures better." Petey added with a light smile. She tapped her pencil on her sketchbook, not out of frustration that her drawings were bad but she had a question for him but didn't want to sound nosey, or like she was looking for gossip. "Something up?" He asked finally.
"What Gary said about Bryce...is that true?" Molly asked. "Not trying to get into gossip or anything." She said defensively. "Just curious."
Petey looked at her and shrugged lightly.
"I think so, some people heard him mention it before." Petey said. "His dad is a broker for most of the other preps parents. You think with standings like that he would be more then well off." Petey said picking up some pencil crayons and colorings in his sketch very lightly. "But his dad likes to spend most of that money on booze, gambling and 'women'. At least that's what the word is, Bryce took a job working at a club to pay his way through school." Petey said.
"You make it sound like he's broke." Molly said.
"I guess his dad doesn't throw money at him like the rest of their parents. You're probably wondering why he's even in the clique." Petey looked at her as she nodded a bit. "Well, despite all that and even though he can be an ass like the rest of them he's not an idiot. He already has an idea on how to be a broker, and probably plans on going to school for it. Letting him in their inner circle now is probably a long-term investment to Derby and the others. Even if he's currently working class."
"Wow...their friendships are a complete farce." Molly blinked at him.
"Probably." Petey said doing the finishing touches on his sketch. "Hey are you still mad at Jimmy?" He asked once setting is pencil crayons aside.
"What? Oh...that." Her eyes narrowed a bit. "I guess I wasn't that mad, maybe more annoyed." She rested her head in the palm of her hand.
"I just want to make sure there's not going to be any awkward silences or tension next time we're all together." Petey said.
"Well I suppose not on my half." Molly gave him a light side smile. "But if he tries to give attitude..." She growled a bit with a thought of him still being upset with her over nothing.
"I'm sure he won't be as long as you're not." Petey assured her. A look on Petey's facing hoping he wouldn't be at least. "We planned on going to the arcade after class." He added. Molly's face brightened up, she hadn't been to an arcade in a while and it would certainly release some stress to play a street fighter or go on the Dance Dance Revolution game and just spin around like an idiot with no cares. She frowned remembering why she was stressed.
"I can't tonight, I have to study." Molly said.
"Study?" Petey asked.
"Well yeah, I may have only been here 2 days now but I'm 4 weeks behind the rest of the school." Molly said. "And I don't think was too happy with me this morning. I think I took too long to come up with an answer on the blackboard."
"He was probably more upset that you got the answer at all." Petey mumbled. "You sure? I heard they got a new air hockey table." He said.
"I better not. Maybe this weekend, unless 8 is good for you." She offered but was feeling awkward seeing the disappointed expression on Petey's face. 'I know how you're feeling Pete.' She sighed to herself a bit.
"No 8 is a bit late, I'll ask Gary and Jimmy if they prefer the weekend." Petey said getting up and handing his sketchbook in. Her face brightened up as she went on to compliment him and he took his leave 3 minutes before class was over.
"Alright class hand in your sketchbooks and tomorrow we'll be learning some basic painting techniques." said as everyone got up. Most of the boys from every clique practically raced upfront to show their drawings to her.
"Art sure is popular in this school." Molly blinked, it was a good thing she took her time putting everything away or she may have been trampled over.
"Why that is wonderful Gordon. You're improving everytime Vance. Very lovely Justin." Everytime she looked at one she had a hand on their shoulder and they looked ready to fall over as though they were going to swoon in the most cartoony way. Molly just placed her's on desk not wanting to wait in the long line of drooling boys as they showered her in compliments of her great teaching skills everytime she said spoke.

Just as she stepped out of the building her 'work' phone started going off.
-It's 4:02. Where are you?- Bif Taylor. Molly sighed a bit.
"Really? You're going to be that time strict?" She grumbled as she made her way around the school. Of course she went through the back of the fence so nobody would see her. If she started consistently going through the front people would wonder what was up with her and them. They made it clear to most that she wasn't accepted into their ranks, so it would look a bit suspicious if she just walked right into the frat house every day without being seen kicked out.

"Where is that girl?" Bif was pacing up and down the hallway carpet wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
"Present." Molly was now standing right behind him as he turned his back to the doorway.
"Good." He handed her a yellow ticket. "I need you to pick up my dry-cleaning." He said with haste. "I have a match in 2 hours so it's important that I get it." Bif said biting the tip of his thumb worried he wasn't going to make it.
"Why not ask someone with a ride?" Molly asked.
"My chauffeur had a break down-Will you nevermind that and get going. The address is on the ticket." He said impatiently. "Bring it to the Old Bullworth Vale boxing club as soon as you have it. DON'T be late." Bif said sternly a hand on her back to lead her out the door.
"But how am I suppose to get there? The bus won't make another pass until 5:30." Molly said. He wasn't giving her time to get in to her 'uniform' so it didn't bother her too much that she was being sent out on an errand like this.
"Take my bike." Bif pointed to the bike rack up front with a blue and silver colored bmx.
"One more thing." She started.
"What now?" He said getting annoyed.
"...Are you nude under there?" She pointed to the robe, almost completely exposing his chest. He was quiet for a moment trying to think of a retort, after a solid 5 seconds he slammed on her.
"You better be there with my dry cleaning by 6:15!" He shouted through the door.
"Ha...made him red." Molly snickered as she grabbed hold of the bike. Sure they had humiliated her much worst but it felt good to get a few jabs back at them even if it was only now and then. "At least I'm not wearing that stupid outfit." She said cheerfully as the started riding off.

It had taken her longer then she thought to get to the dry cleaners, only because Bullworth Vale was a whole new town for her. Every street she had to stop and ask directions to make sure she was going the right way. She passed by the boxing club already so she knew how to get back there, just a 5 minute bike ride there with 15 minutes to spare.
"I have a pick up for Bif Taylor." Molly said holding her ticket to the workers face. He examined it and went in the back. "Phew." She went on the side to grab a seat. The door opened with another customer.
"I thought you were studying tonight." Her head snapped up to look at Petey.
"Pete! What are you doing here?" Molly said trying not to act nervous.
"I got hit by a stink bomb while wearing my uniform." Petey said with an annoyed frown. "So I'm bringing it to get dry cleaned, this place is expensive but they do the best job removing the stench and the stain." He said. "You?"
"Oh, same thing. I wanted to get my uniform dry cleaned and all, trying to look my best and all." Molly said with a grin.
"Here you go." The man came out with a clear bag and hangar holding a pair or boxers shorts and a silk boxers robe. Petey looked at the bag and then back at her.
"That's not mine." Molly said to him.
"This is a pick up for Bif Taylor." He held the ticket up to her again.
"It should say Molly Hunson." Molly said nervously.
"No. Bif Taylor." The man said slowly.
"...Oh you know what, I bumped into Bif a while ago maybe we got out tickets mixed up." Molly said to Petey, noticeably trying to give an excuse. "I guess I'll take this and go get my uniform back from him." She said. Petey didn't say anything to it.
"Right. See you at school Molly." Petey said to her. She offered him a smile and walked outside and closed the doors behind her.
"Lie after lie after lie." Molly sulked holding out her hand for the handle of the BMX. She looked up alerted when she felt someone else tugging on it, one of the greasers. "Excuse me." Molly said pulling it more towards her. "This isn't you bike." She said.
"I know. It's Bif Taylors." He shrugged pulling it back from her.
"Yeah, so it's established that it doesn't belong to you, now let go of it." She argued trying hard to pull it away from him.
"Well it ain't yours either." He argued back.
"I know it's not, he's letting me borrow it. Now let go." Molly said sounding more threatening.
"You seem on good terms with them." He said. He couldn't be further from the truth.
"So what if I am? It's not your business." Molly said, he managed to give another strong pull that she didn't, pulling her right off her feet with the bike. She fell to the ground knee's first causing a large cut from the bits of gravel on the pavement.
"I don't put up with preppy brods." He said to her. He was now on the bike as he started peddling. Molly's last attempt to get it back wasn't her smartest one. She tried grabbing hold of whatever part she could which was the back of the spokes as he peddled off her hand was forced up the side and smashed into the bar holding the wheel in place. She quickly pulled her hand back before any fingers were broken. She doubted he was going to stop for her. Before Molly could look up to see if he felt bad in the lease after what happened he was already off down the street.
"Molly are you okay?!" Petey asked running outside. "I looked and saw you on the ground, I can't believe Lefty just did that." He said with a gentle hand on her back. Molly looked down at her left hand. It was bleeding a bit from being caught in the spokes and now bruising. He knee was gushing as well, getting her long white sock red. Thankfully nothing broken, but she felt her pride was the most damaged right now.
"I'm fine." She got up and started running off.
"Wait Molly! Don't you want to get that looked at?" Petey called out after her. She was gone already, even if she heard him he doubted she was going to respond.

"Where have you been?!" Bif scolded as soon as he heard the door open dressed in a full aquaberry outfit.
"I'm sorry." Molly said holding up the dry cleaning in front of her directly so he couldn't see the mess she now was.
"It's no use to me now." He scowled as he grabbed the bag and tossed it aside. "You're 10 minutes late so I've been disqualified from my match." He turned from glaring at his boxing uniform to her. He looked her over. "What did you do?" He demanded.
"I'm sorry." She hung her head so he couldn't see her face.
"Look at me." He commanded. She refused as she kept her head down. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "What. Happened?" He narrowed his eyes, trying to intimidate the answer out of her.
"I lost your bike. I'm sorry." Molly said her eyes looking to the side. A quick examining of her face and it was easy to see she was trying hard not to cry, her eyes watered but no tears were falling yet. He let go.
"Where's my bike?" He asked her.
"I don't know, he just took it form me and drove off." Molly said.
"Who?!" He demanded.
"I don't know...Lefty I think his name was." She said to him. She didn't want to come off as a tattletale, but the greaser knowing stole Bif's property. Bif growled a bit as he took out his phone and started to call someone.
"Go." He said waiting for his phone call to be answered. Molly sighed leaving the room and making her way out of the boxing club. She was absolutely miserable now, she had built herself up over the years to be tough and independent woman type. Now her eyes were puffy and nose was runny like she was a little 5 year old who just got beat up by a schoolyard bully. Hopefully her face cleared up before she got back to school. Practically limping back now due to the harsh stinging in her knee.
A cab suddenly pulled up beside her with Bif in the back seat.
"What are you doing you idiot?" Bif sighed at her.
"Heading back to campus." Molly said looking away from him.
"Get in." He said with an exasperated tone. "Your very exhausting to be around you know that?" The cab door opened for her. As she scooted inside the cab beside him she couldn't bring herself to look at him. The whole situation was humiliating and made her feel uncomfortably small. Her knee was still stinging and her hand was sore and lightly bruised with a light cut on her left index and middle fingers. Finally the cab came to a stop and Bif pulled out his wallet to pay the cab driver.
"By all rights I should make you pay for the ride." Bif said to her as they exited the cab. Molly nodded to him.
"I'll go get my wallet from my dorm." She muttered to him.
"Forget it." Bif said as they started heading for Harrington House. She was walking beside him for a few steps but stopped.
"Hurry up." He called over his shoulder at her once he realised she stopped following.
"I'll meet you there." Molly said. "I'm going to go in through the back." She told him.
"This is already getting old." Bif told her. "How long do you think you can hide your collar from everyone?" He asked her. That earned him a glare, but either he didn't notice it or didn't care.
"As long as I can." Molly told him. Before she could continue the opposite direction from him, he grabbed her by the wrist and practically started dragging her. "Nobody is outside now and I don't trust you not to take the long way."
"Oh come on." Molly whined as he continued to tug on her wrist. Not too hard but when she made attempts to pull away he would firm his grip. "Uugh." She groaned and reluctantly started walking with him, like a child who couldn't get her way.

She didn't see anyone on the way back to the frat house so she hoped that meant nobody seen her being dragged by Bif either. She was sitting down on the couch now waiting for Bif.
"Alright hold still." Bif told her as he came into the room and sat down on a chair in front of her.
"Okay." Molly was looking surprised at what he was doing. He had a small kit with him for cleaning out her wounds and some bandage wraps. 'Wow...he's actually being somewhat nice.' She stared a bit. He then jabbed a cotton ball of rubbing alcohol into the cut. "AHOW!" She nearly screamed as her knee flailed in pain. That was nowhere near as gentle as it should or could have been.
"I told you to stay still." Bif said annoyed at her.
"You practically smashed it into my cut." Molly said biting her lip and trying to hold her leg still now.
"Be thankful I'm doing this much for you." Bif said roughly dabbing it again her leg trembling.
"You know what, I'm grateful that you're doing this but maybe you should let me clean out my own wound." Molly argued while holding her hand out for the first aid supplies.
"It's already cleaned. Now stop talking." Bif told her as he put a small cotton towel over the wound and started wrapping it.
"...It's a bit tight-"
"Shut up!" Bif snapped at her. "Or do you want to try fixing your fingers with one hand by yourself?" He gave a warning glare. Molly held in a sigh afraid that might set him off now as she held out her hand. The cut nowhere near as big as the one on her knee but still stung from the jabs of alcohol and tight wrappings. "This doesn't excuse you from work." He added once she got up.
"I know that." Molly huffed. Actually she had hoped he would take just a little more pity and let her go early. There was only an hour left until 8 o'clock.
"You'll be staying until 8:30 tonight." He added tossing her a list of things to do before he took his leave to go outside.
"...Bastard." Molly grouched once the door shut.