Chapter 35.

Nobody.

"Keep Renee with me?" Baxter repeated.

"Yes," Brookelle said, "I don't want Bunny to know about her."

Baxter shrugged, "well, whatever. I don't care."

Brookelle gripped onto his collar, threateningly, "you have to take care of her, alright?"

Baxter put his hands up in defense, "alright, alright, I'll take care of her, but you better visit."

"Of course."

"Now, let go of me," he smiled and she did as he said. Together, they went to class.

...

In the class, the gang from the UK lounged in one corner of the room while the US gang lounged in the other. Both gangs sat in the front of the class because they were scared into not sitting anywhere near the back by the DA students. "Fuck this shit, I don't want to be here," one of the US gang members said.

"Me neither, bro," another said.

"Let's ditch," another said.

"Good luck with that, mate! They'll kick your fat arses to detention," Adrian shouted from across the room.

"Trust us, we tried," another one of the UK gang members said.

Brookelle entered the class with Baxter and everyone turned to stare at them. "Ah, it's that girl," Ed told their leader, Callum.

Callum turned to look at her, "'ey, pretty girl!"

Baxter muttered something to her and they stopped to hear what he had to say.

"Are you two new?"

"No," Baxter responded, coldly.

"Then, why 'aven't I seen you around?"

Baxter shrugged and said coolly, "didn't feel like going to class, maybe?" With that they continued walking up the stairs, seating themselves on the very back of the classroom.

Baxter.

"What you two in 'ere for?" He asked us, chewing on a piece of gum, his eyes were glued to my sister.

I stepped a bit in front of her, blocking his view, "why do you want to know?"

"I'm just a curious boy."

"Well, you know what they say about curiosity."

"What?"

"It kills."

He blew a bubble, it popped and he chewed it back into his mouth with this smirk on his face, "alright wise guy. Clam your tits, I'm only asking."

He was probably the same height as me, but I still looked down on him. We stared at each other for a good long 5 seconds. I didn't like him, but I also did like him, all at the same time, and it seemed as though he knew. That smirk annoyed the fuck out of me. His dark eyes shifted behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I straightened my back and took Brookelle's hand, "let's go, Roo," I muttered before leaving.

I heard him let out a short laugh, before turning to leave.

Boomer.

She closed the door just as we entered and awkwardly turned towards me. She was still working on turning. She then began to unbutton her jacket. "What are you doing?"

Bubbles bit her lip, playfully, her eyes filled with lust. "Blake and Butch won't be back until later, right?"

"Yeah."

She dropped her jacket next to her, pulled off her bow, took off her vest and begun unbuttoning her shirt. She took a couple steps towards me before pressing her lips to mine. I fell on my bed and she sat on top of me, she then tossed her shirt to the other side of the room. She leant down and pecked me on the jaw, making her way towards my lips. "Bubbles," I moaned.

"Mmm," she placed her lips onto mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. We wrestled a bit as she multitasked by taking off her bra. I pushed her gently away from me, "what?" She asked, in a low seductive voice.

"Bubbles, as much as I love having sex with you-"

She slapped her hand over my mouth, "don't finish that!" She shouted angrily.

"Bubbles," I started with a laugh, "we're supposed to be doing our project. That's why we're here. We can have sex another day." My smile faded when I noticed that she actually looked hurt. "Oh, shit, Bubbles." Her eyes glossed and she gave me the cutest puppy dog eyes I've ever seen. "Alright, let's finish the project first, then we can do it."

"Why not now?" She whispered, deepening the cuteness level.

"Alright, fine," I laughed. She tackled me into a million kisses.

Callum.

"I'm gonna' fuck you up!" He yelled, chasing me. His name was Jake, part of that American gang. He had mud dripping off his face, rage in his expression and was quite a bit away from me.

I laughed, turning the corner, looking back at the same time. Just as I turned to look forward, I ran straight into someone. Not just anyone, the someone. She gasped.

I could hear him coming closer. By instinct, I grabbed her and rushed into one of the rooms, just before Jake caught sight of us. I don't know why I took her with me, I should have just left her, but for some reason, my mind had mistaken her for one of my own.

"What are y-" I covered her mouth, as I listened for Jake at the other side of the door. I heard him stop running and curse, before taking a few steps here and there and then continuing to run again.

"Sorry, mate," I told her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Sorry," I said again. I caught myself looking away. Why am I so guilty? I didn't do anything wrong. I saved her.

"Who are you?" She asked with a confused expression.

"Callum," I reminded, a look of shock and relief flashed her face. I didn't realize how small and cramped the room was until she shifted herself and brushed herself against me.

"Who were you running from?"

I cleared my throat and laughed, "I threw mud on this guy, Jake. 'e went psycho and started chasing me."

She laughed, "what are you, 2?"

"I'm 18, thank you very much."

"Well, I'd like to get back. Thank you very much," she told me, mocking me.

Before she could go anywhere, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "why don't you 'ave dinner with me and the lads?" The moment I met her, I knew she was just like me. A psychopath. I could see it, from her expression, her movement and the way she talked. I wanted to get to know her. See whether she'd be just another sexual partner or maybe an ally, and if not, well I could just get rid of her.

"Ah, but I'm probably going to have dinner with Baxter."

"What, that knob? Come on, we're a thousand times better than 'im."

"That 'knob' is my brother," her lips were pressed into a straight line, and I took note not to talk shit about her brothers.

"Well, 'e needs to get laid."

A tiny curve on her mouth appeared and disappeared just like that.

"Come on, I'm only joking."

She didn't respond.

I groaned, "fine, 'e can tag along if 'e wants to."

She shook her head, "he probably doesn't want to."

"Great! So you're coming?"

"No."

"Why not?" I whined, leaning towards her, my forehead on hers.

She let out a laugh, "Maybe, tomorrow."

"I don't know if I want to 'ave dinner with you tomorrow," I teased.

She shrugged, "okay, then, don't."

That was not the response I was expecting, I groaned, "just 'ave dinner with us once, please."

"Alright, alright," she said in defeat, "now, I need to be somewhere."

"Okay, I'll pick you up, at your room…"

"The 16th door in the girl's dorm, on uh… Uhm… Ah… This side." She lifted up her left hand.

"Left."

She nodded.

Buttercup.

We entered the party; Bubbles didn't want to come, because she thought she'd be a hassle with her wheelchair. I wonder who's fault that was?

"Oh, look who's here," I spat, nodding towards Bunny who seemed to be having a blast dancing with some of the new girls, she wore a short black pencil skirt and a grey tube top, "the other one is probably here as well."

Blossom pointed at a direction, "there she is," she was chatting with one of the new British student, neither Boa nor Baxter were around- I wonder where they were.

"Already slutting it up."

"With that outfit?" Blossom laughed, I checked what she was wearing and it was simply black leggings, a pastel purple crop top and a burgundy cardigan.

"You still want to be here?"

"Nope."

"Come on. We can't let them win. We can't keep hiding from them and letting them keep us unhappy."

She cringed staring at Bunny, glared at Brookelle then looked back up at me with sad eyes. She sighed and smiled, "you're right." She looked around.

"What are you looking for?"

"Drinks, if I'm going to stay, I need a lot of drinks."

…

In an hour, Blossom was tilting. We sat on a different couch than Brookelle. "She texted me pictures of… texted me pictures of all the girls he's… been with," she told me drunkenly.

"Man, he doesn't deserve you. You're way too good for him." She laughed, in disbelief, "no. I'm serious. You're smart, beautiful-"

"Oh, Buttercup. You're like, perfect. I would date you if I could."

My heart was beating so fast. "Blossom, I… I actually really like you."

She gave me a huge smile and her eyes were watering, "oh my god, Buttercup. I love you so much."

I leaned in and just barely touched my lips to hers before she pushed me so hard I fell off the couch. "What are you doing?" She shouted. If people weren't looking at us before, they definitely were now. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I've never seen her so angry. "Buttercup? Are you gay?"

My face was so red, never in my life had I felt so many powerful emotions.

"You're sick Buttercup. God, you disgust me." She yelled. I quickly got up from the floor and bolted out of the party. Oh god. Oh god. Why did I do that? I hate myself I hate myself. I shouldn't have done that. What was I thinking?

...

There was a knock on our door. It was really late, Blossom and Bubbles were already sleeping and I was just about to get into bed, wishing this day was just a nightmare and when I'd wake up in the morning... I'd forget about it. I grudgingly opened the door and knew I'd regret it, "what are you doing here?" I spat.

Brookelle stood before me, "I just-" she began in a very quiet voice. What's wrong with her?

"Look, I don't-" I paused, looking back at my two sleeping friends, I pushed Brookelle away from the door so that I could go outside as well, closing the door gently behind me. "Look, I don't know what you want, but you're not welcomed anywhere close to Blossom, Bubbles or me."

"I didn't-"

"Roo."

"I'm not-"

"Roo," I didn't let her finish, "I think you should leave."

She took a step back, as if I had hit her, before she left.

…

"You can't sit with us," Blossom told me as I just sat down. I woke up extra early to avoid confrontation, but now I think it would have been better if I hadn't.

"Are you really going to do this in front of everyone?" I murmured, hoping she would also lower her voice to the same level.

"No. You need to leave. I can't have you being around us," Blossom's voice was rising in anger.

"Blossom, please. I'm sorry. I-"

"Guys, what's happening?" Bubbles asked, confused.

"Buttercup's a faggot," Blossom spat.

Bubbles is quite religious, and Blossom wasn't, so I really thought Bubbles would react worse than Blossom. "I thought we all already knew this."

Blossom shot her head to look at Bubbles next to her. "What are you talking about?"

"Isn't it obvious Buttercup's gay?"

"I'm not gay," I tried to clarify, "I'm bisexual."

"Oh, like that's any better. Just means you'll go for anyone, right?"

"Come on Blossom, don't be so hard on her."

"No, she almost raped me last night!" Blossom shouted. That's when people turned to look at us.

"Blossom, I didn't rape you-"

"You tried!"

"No, Blossom, listen."

"You're disgusting Buttercup," she spat.

"Blossom-" Bubbles started.

Blossom glared at Bubbles, "Bubbles, if you do not follow me out, we are no longer friends. I refuse to be associated with a despicable human being." With that she left.

Bubbles hesitated in following, "it's okay Bubbles, you can follow her. I understand."

She shook her head, "She's over doing it. But I do agree with Blossom, it is wrong to be gay. That's just not how God created us to be. But don't worry, you'll get over it I'm sure."

"It's not a phase, I was born this way. I can't change who I am."

She laughed, "that's what they all think."

I laughed, in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

"It's okay, Buttercup. But I'm going to go after Blossom, she probably needs support right now," with that she rolled away out of the cafeteria.

Bubbles.

"Blossom, wait up!" I called after her.

She turned, "sure took you long enough."

"Sorry, are you okay?" I asked.

She shook her head, "Like, first it's Brookelle, then Bunny and now Buttercup. I feel like I'm losing everyone."

I took her hand, "Brookelle is crazy, there's no hope for her. Bunny is just a bitch and Buttercup is gay, but they can change. But at least we're seeing them for who they really are, we'll figure it out, it'll be okay."

She let out a deep breath, "it's just so sad."

I nodded, "it'll all work out in the end."

Buttercup.

Butch slid in to sit right across from me. "You okay?" He asked.

I put my head into my hands and sighed. "I really did not expect this."

"So… You tried to rape Blossom?" He asked.

I slammed my hand on the table causing heads to turn, "I did not!"

He raised his hands, "alright, alright. Why does she think that then?"

I groaned, too embarrassed about the whole thing. "I don't wanna talk about it right now."

He shrugged, "okay, but then people are just gonna spread that you tried to rape her."

I glared at him, then looked away, "I thought she liked me," I started.

He nodded, for me to continue.

I swallowed hard for then next part, "so when I went in to kiss her… I was so shocked when she pushed me off of her. She was yelling and… So angry. I've never seen her so angry."

He nodded, "Damn, that's cold."

I shrugged, trying to act cool.

"You really like her?"

I glanced at him before averting my eyes from his stare, "yeah."

"I'm sorry it happened like this."

"Nobody's fault but mine," I told him.

"Is she your first love?"

I laughed, shaking my head, "no, no." I paused, trying to recollect myself, "before I came to this school, I was in love with this girl. She saved me, actually. She was much older than me, but I still loved her. She had this short blonde hair and these amazing brown eyes…" I trailed off.

"What happened?"

I hesitated, "I never told her… And it's too late… She was killed a month before I was sent here." I looked up to Butch, "that's my story."

He shook his head, "that's not your story, that's just a chapter of it."

I cracked a smile. "So, have you ever been in love?"

He smiled at the thought, "Never."

"Yeah, right."

"Okay, only once."

"Once?"

"Before I lived on the streets, I lived in an orphanage. This was a long time ago, but I remember this women… She had brown hair and insane blue eyes. Gorgeous. My god. She was there, one of the only few who visited to adopt. I fell in love with her the moment she stepped in… But the feeling… It was only one sided. She adopted the little girl who slept two beds away from me. She didn't even look at me. Didn't even know I existed." His eyes shifted too look at mine, "and that's my love story."

"Man, I'm sorry," I said.

"It happens."

"If I were her, I would have adopted you."

He laughed, "nah, I'm glad she adopted that girl."

"Why?"

"Because, they would have killed her. She was so weak, wasn't able to do much around the orphanage..." He shook his head, not able to continue.

"I guess it was meant to be, then."

He nodded.

I am honestly so sorry. I know I haven't updated in nearly a year, but I haven't been very well. Anywho, I'm trying to update again, but I don't promise anything because I don't have a lot of time. I do really want to finish this piece, but I've kind of forgotten what I've written, so I'm rereading my shit. If you have any ideas you'd like to share or anything you really want resolved that I haven't yet already please tell me in the review section. I love you all, and I'm really, really sorry. Thank you!

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