I hung my last clothing in to my closet, an Aquaberry sweater, as usual, I'm sure you figured that out.
Yes, I'm a Prep but that's just what everyone see's and thinks. I might be rich but I'm not a stubborn snob like the rest of them and my family definitely didn't care for interbreeding. And creating deformed children. Gross. Unlike the rest, my family didn't do Old Money, just self-made.
I fucking hated my life and being in Bullworth made me hate it more. I was like some sort of ticking-bomb as a kid. I had a dysfunction family and crappy childhood and sadly, money doesn't buy happiness. If it did, I would've spent every buck and cent on it. Before freshmen year, parents kicked me out, gave me a boatload of money, and sent me to his fucked up school, hoping they won't hear of me again and things would eventually settle. Not even close.
They already knew one day I was going to let all this fucked up crap blow up on me and then boom…. They were right, I got IED and that ruined my life, again.
"Oh…" I could never forget the snobby high-pitched voice. I shouldn't have left my door open. Pinky. She leaned against my doorway with her hands on her hips as if she was a pissed off wife that's about to bust her husband.
"Derby told me you'd be coming back to Bullworth. Funny, he's the only one that knew that. Not ever Tad or… even Gary." Her eyebrows furrowed.
"Damn it! C'mon Pinks just let it go, that was Freshmen Year and a total misunderstandment."
She stomped her right foot as she forced her arms down to her sides. "But I loved him!" She whined. She began to walk forward pointing her index figure at me with daggering eyes. "Look missy, you're just disgrace to us Preps, you're not even-"
"He's your fucking cousin! That's just disgusting. Plus he's a totally jackass and you know it, all the times he stood you up and didn't buy all that crap you wanted." She crossed her arms and looked the other way with a scoff.
"My daddy owns you daddy." She quickly walked out of the room. I didn't continue my unpacking till her clacking heels completely faded. He didn't.
I don't remember much what happened but it was Gary who did it. I started out as Bully member not a Prep, not till I met Derby. I used to be friends with that sociopath, Gary, because we would make these genius ideas of getting in trouble. It was fun, for a while. He's always has been delusional and has always been all about being a ruler of some empire. Sometimes he would stop taking his pills and things will get bad, real bad. I made truce with every clique for him but he didn't like the fact I was getting cozy with the Preps.
They were both manipulative jerks, but Gary was worse.
Since I've spent more time with Derby and less with Gary, just to be persuaded, Gary's Paranoia got me in misunderstandment with Pinky, of course. And that's that.
I closed my closet and pushed my luggage under the bed. I was done for the day and the rest was mine. I collapsed on my bed, that's been untouched yet cleaned for a year now.
I could smell the unusual yet pleasant flowery fragrance of the detergent used to wash these sheets. It brings up good memories, yet they were no good memories to bring up. It smelled better than the sheets used in the Girl's Dormitory. I hated it in there. Every night you could hear Mandy sneaking out in the middle of the night to spend some alone time with Ted. Sometimes, it would be Lola and Johnny. It doesn't freakin matter.
There was a knock at my door.
"Eli!" Yelled a voice.
"Derby wanted you to know there's a boxing practice at Glass Jaw Boxing Club tonight. Haven't seen you in the ring for a while, thought maybe you could do a few matches again, like old times." Bif stood in front of my room.
"Great. Like old times." I said mockingly.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. All the guys will be there." He jerked his head up and winked.
"Maybe, or I'll just watch."
"So you're gonna be there?" He questioned.
"Yeah." I fell back on my bed and waited till Bif left, but he didn't.
"Good." I heard his heavy footsteps fade. Boxing, it was a Prep's thing. Did you expect a rich boy to fight? Maybe, his daddy can afford it, so why not?