User blog:SodaCat/Bullworth Nights: Chapter 2

cHAPTER 2!!!! From Piper Harrington's POV :) Not done, I'm so sorry s O  BS

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Piper Harrington closed the door after the two embarrassments to the Bullworth Academy name known as Jesse Tyler and Casey Harris exited the dorm.

She turned back to the new girl, Alexis, who was unpacking from her bags. Piper craned her neck to get a look at what this girl was unpacking, and noted interlocking Cs on her bag—Chanel, just like her own bags. So far, she approved.

“So, how are you liking this place so far?” Piper asked, making her way to her bags and pulling out various new Aquaberry vests with the tags still attached. She set them on her bed in a neat pile as she continued pulling out more clothes.

“It’s pretty good,” Alexis replied, pulling out her own designer clothes and tossing them onto her bed in a large, messy pile, “nothing like New York, though. Everyone’s in such a rush in New York and here there’s a lot of… trees.”

Piper nodded, laughing to herself. “Yes, there is quite a bit of those here. Honestly, there’s not much to do here on campus, but they’ll open up the gates midway through the first semester, the town is much more interesting.”

“There’s plenty to do here on campus…” Alexis mumbled, quietly enough so that Piper just barely missed it.

“Hm, I suppose I should give you a rundown on how this school works,” Piper said suddenly, clutching a Michael Kors sweater in her hands.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Sitting down on her bed to face Piper, Alexis tilted her head slightly. “Like, popular kids?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Piper shook her head, carrying a few sweater to the wardrobe by her bed and beginning to hang them. “Not quite. This school separates into cliques, mainly.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Alexis nodded, interested. She hopped off her bed and made her way to her own wardrobe, opening it and beginning to place sweaters and dresses onto the provided wooden hangers.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“There’s not many. Just bullies, preps, greasers, jocks, and nerds. I think they’re pretty self-explanatory by their names…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Raising an eyebrow, Alexis looked at Piper once more. “Greasers? As in, John Travolta in Grease?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“As in, exactly John Travolta in Grease.” Piper agreed, nodding. “They’re just as ridiculous as you’d expect.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Alexis shrugged, beginning to place jeans and shirts into the drawers provided in the wardrobe.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I think you’d fit into the preps,” Piper added, taking note of the high-end quality of the clothes that Alexis was setting away in her wardrobe. “We’re basically just the rich kids.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Giggling, Alexis shook her head. “Maybe.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Don’t worry about it,” Piper replied, suddenly noting the buzzing phone in her pocket, “you don’t have to be in a clique, and I can make sure you don’t get any trouble.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">She pulled out her light blue Ericsson, flipping it open and opening the new text she had received.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">            Bif Taylor: where r u? thought we were supposed 2 meet @ balcony

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">She smiled to herself, typing back a quick reply before tucking her phone back into her pocket. She eyed the neat piles of sweaters, dresses, shirts, and other apparel on her bed, before deciding it could wait. Checking her watch, she looked over at Alexis, who was sorting through her pile of designer clothes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I don’t mean to ditch you, but I forgot to meet a… friend. I’ll see you later, yeah? Mrs. Peabody might come in and go off about the mess, but just tell her I stepped out, she’ll leave you alone.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Alexis smiled a knowing smile at the word ‘friend’. She nodded, shrugging.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“No problem, I’ve got a ton to unpack anyway. I’ll see you later, have fun with him.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Piper blushed a little, but decided to brush it off. She gave a grateful smile to Alexis, deciding that she would make a good friend once they got to know each other better, and then stepped out of the room.

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">***

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">It was getting dark outside, Piper noticed. She checked her phone, realizing it was 6:30, meaning she was definitely late to meet Bif. Half hour late.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">She ran as best as she could in her navy blue Aquaberry kitten heels around to the back of the school, trying to look unsuspicious to the Prefects that walked by.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Once she reached the back area, she walked onto the slight hill that was formed near the back windows. She walked around to where the fence was broken, trying to find a ledge in the bricks to allow her to climb up.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“There you are!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">She let out a scream at the sudden exclamation, blue eyes widening in panic as they shot up only to meet with warm, welcoming green ones.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Bif! You scared me!” Piper scolded in a hushed whisper, frantically looking around to make sure no Prefects had heard her in the now almost completely dark area.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">He chuckled, smiling down at her and jumping down to her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Bif still towered over her by a couple inches, she noted as she looked up into the green eyes she loved so much. His auburn hair was neat and styled, and he was dressed in a tight fitting Aquaberry sweater.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Here, let me help you up,” he said as he placed his strong hands on her hips, effortlessly elevating her into the air. Piper giggled as his breath tickled her neck, noting his American accent that she’d always loved. He helped her climb up onto the ledge, and then climbed up himself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Stepping up on the arbor, Piper jumped when she felt Bif once again place his hands on her hips and pull her back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Don’t worry about it, get on my back. I know climbing this thing freaks you out.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">She let out an admiring sigh, careful not to be too loud. He was so sweet, attentive, and understanding. ‘How could I not love him’, she asked herself as she climbed onto his back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">Moments later, the two stood on the balcony in front of the second story window. Piper glanced for a moment at the dazzling view ahead of them; the moon shining over the Bullworth fountain, reflecting in the shimmering fall water, autumn leaves floating through the air, before turning back to Bif.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I missed you,” he said before she could say anything, giving her a sweet smile as he took her form in. She hadn’t changed much over the summer, her jet black hair was still as straight as ever, but just a touch longer. Her blue eyes still shone whenever he looked into them, her skin was still fair.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I missed you too,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She really had; she didn’t enjoy spending the summer in London so far away from him, knowing he was in California at his father’s vineyard. Sure, they’d texted and called each other the entire break, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him in person.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">He grinned at her,

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