User blog:SodaCat/Bullworth Nights: Chapter 3

I'll probably revise it when I'm not so tired. Having Alexis meet Peanut is so hard ; A ;

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Alexis Monroe wrinkled her nose as the dorm monitor who she had yesterday learned was called Mrs. Peabody called for the girls in the dorm to awaken.

Yesterday, she had been torn away from a life of style and luxury in her Manhattan penthouse, and thrown into a life of control and authority at Bullworth Academy in New Hampshire. Instead of being able to stay out partying until the crack of dawn in the most expensive New York City hotels, she’d have to be ‘tucked in nice and tight’ in the Bullworth girls’ dorm at the early hour of 11PM.

It’d be quite the challenge.

She sat up in her bed, the Yale sweatshirt that Cullen—a senior boy who she had had a fling with the previous year—had given her covering her thin body like a dress.

Piper, her roommate, had returned sometime in the night. She’d gone off to meet a boy—Alexis had been able to tell that from the familiar look of excitement in Piper’s eyes—and had probably gotten back when Alexis was sleeping. Currently, Piper was stirring and slowly sitting up in her own bed.

“Up, up, up, Miss Harrington, Miss Monroe!” Mrs. Peabody called pleasantly, poking her head into the dorm.

Last night, after Piper had gone off on her secret date, Alexis had stayed back unpacking. Like Piper had predicted, Mrs. Peabody had started going off on Alexis for the mess, but after Alexis mentioned that Piper was in the dorm as well, Mrs. Peabody had laid off—and seemed to have gained the same respect that she had for Piper, now for Alexis.

“Is today the orientation assembly?” Piper yawned, looking over at Mrs. Peabody.

“Yes, dear, it is,” Mrs. Peabody replied. She turned to Alexis, still smiling politely.

“Miss Monroe, today is the orientation assembly, as was described in your acceptance letter. Uniforms are suggested, but not required.”

With that, she continued her rounds down the hall, waking up the other girls in the dorm.

Slipping out of bed, Alexis made her way over to her newly stocked wardrobe. She had overestimated with the clothes, and had had to leave her winter wardrobe in the duffel bags under the bed.

She picked out a bathrobe and a few towels, looking over at Piper.

“Did you have fun last night?”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2342,2463,0,0]}">“Huh?” Piper mumbled, looking startled by the question. She blushed just as she had last night, but nodded just a little.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2465,2550,0,0]}">“I won’t tell,” Alexis laughed, taking her things and heading to the dorm bathrooms.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2552,2593,0,0]}">Piper looked after her, smiling a little.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2595,2615,0,0]}">***

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[2617,3045,0,0]}">It was an hour into the assembly, and Alexis was bored out of her mind. The start had been interesting, many of the boys that had come in to sit down gave her little waves or winks, obviously excited to see the new girl. It hadn’t taken Alexis long to notice the serious lack of female students at the school, so it was pretty clear that the boys would go crazy if they found out there’d be an addition to the female population.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3047,3099,0,0]}">Which, in Alexis’ opinion, worked out pretty nicely.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3101,3212,0,0]}">“He does these every year,” the boy beside her muttered under his breath, “and they’re always the same speech.”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3214,3552,0,0]}">She turned her head, her eyes immediately landing on a worn, brown leather jacket. Unzipped, over a creased school vest. As her gaze traveled upwards, she found herself studying the rather squared jaw of the brown eyed boy beside her. His brown hair had been slicked back, but a single obstinate lock had remained resting on his forehead.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3554,3593,0,0]}">Yep, definitely John Travola in Grease.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3595,3749,0,0]}">“Tell me something,” she whispered to the boy, leaning a little closer, “is there something going on between him and the secretary? Ms… Danvers, I think?”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3751,3964,0,0]}">The boy looked at her, surprised, but after a moment he relaxed and grinned at her a little. “You caught on too, huh?” he whispered back, eyes flickering between Dr. Crabblesnitch, the headmaster, and Ms. Danvers.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[3966,4055,0,0]}">“Everybody thinks so, how she’s always talkin’ about him and wantin’ to get back to him.”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4057,4194,0,0]}">Alexis giggled a little, straightening back into her seat. The boy turned his gaze back to her, eyes running over her face, studying her.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4196,4217,0,0]}">“You’re the new kid?”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4219,4304,0,0]}">“Yeah,” she replied absentmindedly, a bit tired of the question, “I’m Alexis Monroe.”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4306,4699,0,0]}">“Peanut Romano,” the boy said, sticking his hand out for her to shake. Slowly, Alexis shook it, wondering what was with the kids at this school and handshaking. She hated handshaking. It reminded her of her father, who she less-than-lovingly referred to as ‘Jimbo’, shaking hands with the interns with the tiny miniskirts who he was obviously tapping, pretending they were discussing business.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4701,4743,0,0]}">Yeah, the business of what’s in his pants.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4745,4817,0,0]}">“You make any friends so far?” he asked, his voice just a touch mocking.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4819,4956,0,0]}">She nodded, gesturing over to where Piper sat, with a few other students clad in Aquaberry. “Piper Harrington, she’s sitting over there.”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[4958,5118,0,0]}">Peanut wrinkled his nose in disapproval. Why did the hot ones always have to end up as Preps or somethin’? First Pinky, now New Girl Alexis. It was so annoying.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5120,5211,0,0]}">“So you’re a prep?” he asked, his voice dripping with disappointment and slight irritation.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5213,5329,0,0]}">Thinking about it for a moment, Alexis shook her head. “I don’t really have much of a feel for Aquaberry,” she said.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5331,5791,0,0]}">That wasn’t the exact reason, the real reason she didn’t want to become a part of the preps clique was that it seemed like something that her parents would like for her to do. And if there was one thing she hated doing, it was complying with her parents stupid ‘we’re-the-perfect-rich-American-family’ charade. Perfect parents did not have affairs that they put no effort into hiding. Perfect families did not send their only daughters away for an entire year.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5793,5865,0,0]}">But, whatever. That wasn’t something you shared with a boy you just met.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5867,5936,0,0]}">Peanut smiled a little, approving. Maybe there was hope for this one.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[5938,6258,0,0]}">“Yeah, I don’t have much of a feel for it, either. They’re a bunch of pussies, anyway,” he said. Alright, maybe that was a bit of a lie. It’s not that he didn’t have much of a feel for it exactly—sure, he’d never wear a sweater vest on purpose, but the dominating reason Peanut wasn’t a prep was simple. He was too poor.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6260,6333,0,0]}">But, whatever. That wasn’t something you shared with a girl you just met.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6335,6628,0,0]}">“You picked out a clique yet, new girl?” Peanut asked, changing the subject. He wanted to make sure this girl wasn’t some nerd, or superficial jock chick. He remembered the first time he’d met Beatrice in seventh grade, and ended up teased for six months because of how much of a nerd she was.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6630,6705,0,0]}">“No,” she replied honestly, “my main goals here are to have fun and party.”

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6707,6880,0,0]}">He considered this for a moment, unsure. On one hand, she didn’t plan on spending her days at the library, or on the football field talking about football. But on the other…

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6882,6886,0,0]}">Nah.

<p data-parsoid="{"dsr":[6888,7000,0,0]}">“We should hang out sometime,” Peanut said, pulling out his lame little off-brand cell phone, “I can text you.”

Comments
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5 days ago by TheToughGuyReply 5 days ago by SodaCat 7 days ago by MichaelDiaz101Reply 5 days ago by SodaCat
 * Good work, SodaCat. Glad you're writing again, btw.
 * Thank you! I'm glad to be writing :)
 * This is very enticing!
 * Thanks!
 * Having them meet was hard?  Well, I'd never know it as the reader—you wrote it fluently.  It felt very natural to me!  ( :

As always, I'm left eager for more! 8 days ago by Lucky107Reply 5 days ago by SodaCat
 * I was worried it made her sound Sue-ish, I guess. I'm glad it sounded natural, then!!
 * Not at all!  I haven't been a part of the Bully fandom long, but I've seen worse things out there in terms of Mary Sue behaviour/stereotypes.  No, this was actually a very nice change of pace from such things.  ( :