"Welcome back Miss. Gamble. You seem well now than before. Assuming from the fact no one has been hurt yet." Dr. Crabblesnsitch took a seat in front of his desk in front of me as I was held down by two handcuffs clutched to my chair.
"Ha-ha very funny. Well I'm glad to be back, sir." I was obviously sarcastic. I just wished he expelled me instead of putting me through all this crap and back here again. "I guess," I mumbled.
"Now let's make a reflection, shall we?" He recommended, though it wasn't really a recommendation, it was just something he had a joy in. Torturing students.
"C'mon…" I groaned as I threw my head back. Can this guy just shut up, let it all go, and hope for the best of my two years here?
"Disrespecting faculty members and students, tardiness, truancy, disrespectful and profane language, vandalism, violence and failure to meet the standards in academics."
"I know, I know…" Seriously, I was there. No shit.
"Yes, and I hope you know that if you don't keep that nose of yours clean from now on, you'll be facing some major consequences for your actions."
"Yeah-yeah, I get it."
Dr. Crabblesnsitch took a deep then continued by changing the subject.
"You've missed a whole lot while you were gone, complete mayhem. "
"I've heard. I also heard a lot of rumors of that new Hopkins kid. Mind, keeping me up to date, sir." Dr. Crabblesnsitch cleared his throat.
"I'm not here to 'gossip'." He quoted with his figures then continued. "With you about the 'latest news'." He quoted again. "I'm here to make sure you don't go off getting in to fights again." He sat back in to his seat.
I rolled my eyes, it would be nice though to get at least some inside news. You can't overhear everything from where I was.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it."
"Perhaps, you should ask you friend Miss. Taylor." He leaned forward on his desk.
"And go back to Blue Skies Industrial Park? Place is wrecked. No thank you. The fucking Townies are mental." I complained and once again he cleared his throat but this time it had to do with my disrespectful cussing, but I'm sure he felt the same way, he was the one who either expelled them or allowed them to dropout.
"She's now attending Bullworth, once again. Taking place of another student whose now no longer attending our school anymore and that name should remain unknown." He finally dished out some news, good news. I missed her. But who's the unlucky one, new guy?
"What? Well then, I guess you ain't all that bad, sir." I looked down up at the old man and noticed he gave me a cocky smile. I still don't have respect for the guy.
"Officer Williams, please release this young lady from her handcuffs." I tilted my head side to side as a cop walked from behind me to release the handcuffs from my wrists.
"Thank you. You can now return to your patrol duties, you were much help." Dr. Crabblesnsitch rose from his chair as the police officer left the office.
"So." I waited for another lectcre of his; I predicted the old man would ramble on about not breaking the rules again.
"You may now leave to unpack your belongings in your dorm room. Your luggage should be there by now." He walked back behind his desk and fell in to his chair and began to read through the papers in front of him. I rose from my seat in attempt to leave the office as I was told.
"Miss Gamble." I spun back around to his attention. Did I speak to soon?
"You do understand the entire school faculty will be keeping an eye on you, so don't think you can get away with fighting or any violation to the school rules and our agreement." He reminded.
"Got yah, sir. Understood." I took a deep sigh and nodded before I left the office.
As I walked out of his office and passed the front desk, I noticed an odd vibe. It was almost… pleasant.
"Hey, Hopkins! Jimmy, man. How's it hanging?" Trent came running from the right wing to speak to a stocky ginger kid.
"Hey man, nothin' much, what'd you need?" He asked as he threw his hands in the air. Trent quickly pulled at two tickets out of his left pocket.
"Bro, I finally got two tickets to that new film that's been out. It's been sold out for daaays and I can't go alone! You gotta come."
"C'mon man, that's just weird, it's some chick flick, ask Kirby…" Trent threw himself back in disappointment then leaned forward towards jimmy's face again.
"He's got practice. C'mon man, it's got a lot of good reviews!" He begged.
"It's the last day of summer, so there's no practice. Think about, you put his public reputation of his sexual orientation in jeopardy the last time you took him out, c'mon." Trent rubbed the back of his head. "Crap."
He mumbled as Jimmy cocked his head to the right.
"I'm sure you can figure this out with kir-" Trent suddenly disrupted him to reveal his ridiculous half-assed plan.
"Your right. I'm going to dump that jerks ass! Mandy was right about dating Jocks." Trent punched his palm as began to walk backwards then sprinted the other direction.
"Yeah, aright then. Have fun! With that…" He threw his left arm towards Trent's direction.
"Whatever man…" Mumbled Jimmy as he walked away.
I didn't recognize the guy and considering the fact he was a friend of Trent and had his openness of his homosexuality, he couldn't be a frosh. I walked right in front of him and purposely dropped my books. A cliché way to receive attention from a romantic interest but a pretty damn good excuse to stop to talk to him, acting lessons from the aspiring actor… Trent.
"Hey, sorry." He bent down to pick up my textbooks.
"Thanks man." He handed them to me. "No problem" He attempted to walk around me. Hold up.
"Hey. By the way, giving the guy advice? Nice." I stopped him, thank God.
"Yeah. Call me charity." He tried to walk around me again.
"Hold up." I said. The guy started to look irritated, crap.
"What? You want some advice too? Got to cozy with the guys at their rich house party last night? Try complimenting their wealth and clothes that should get you somewhere." He mocked with an irritated tone then tried to leave.
"No, not what I meant, seriously stop being such a ass and hear me out man." He stopped and rolled his eyes.
"What? Are you going to ask me for help like everyone else here does and having some ridiculously high expectation of me doing it? Or are you just here to pick a fight with me? Well, just to let you know, you picked wrong damn person. So, unless you want to pay up, move. I have this science fair club meeting to go to."
"Wow. You got some real issues man. A jerk that helps people, how contradicting. And what kind of Bully goes to a science fair club anyways?"
"Fine, I've got a girl to go to, does that help? And I am not one of those stupid Bullies. By the way, now, how am I still the 'new kid' it's been a year already, now move it rich boy." I took a step and looked at myself as he walked away.
Short platinum hair; cut extremely short from the sides and back and bangs that fell over my left eye, tips that ended by my nostrils. Aquaberry vest and tan slacks that were slightly skinnier and fitted than the ones the guys wore and pair of limited edition customized aquaberry blue and gold high top sneaks. I spun around to face at him with a cocked eyebrow.
"Do I need to wear makeup and a skirt to be treated as a girl or something?" I questioned as jimmy walked up to me.
"Well, I stand corrected miss. But F-Y-I I'm not afraid to fight a girl."
"Well, 'I'm not a bully' my ass. Threatening and fighting must be your specialty."
"Yeah, only if they have it coming. But I've got the whole damn school to do it for me, I rule this hellhole, hear me!" He yelled as he spun around to tell the entire student body around him. This kid really does have issues but I can't let this get to me, this was ridiculous. Breathe, breathe, and don't get mad.
"Stop, just shut up. I don't want to fight, I'm sorry. I just need to ask you something."
I spoke with one breath. All this to just find his name? Guess my plans didn't go entirely well… at all. Just don't get mad, Elisha. Just keep it cool.
"Yeah, what?"
"What'd they call you?"
"Jimmy Hopkins. Happy?" He walked off.
Just as predicted Miss. Danvers was observing and overhearing my every move and word in our conversation. Fuck this school.
"Miss. Gamble, I'd like to speak with you." Miss Danvers yelled from the front desk.
"Great" I grumbled.