Hey guys! What's up? I usually never write at the top of my stories because nobody reads them, but I thought I would. Craziness in this story, right? It's so effin long! It's 17 pages baby! Longest chapter I have ever written! Craziness~! Well, enjoy!

Love & UFOs,


Chapter I:

This Is Your School Part I:

First Day Drama, Blues, and Enemies Too…

Second Day Classes, Madness, and All Around Messes…

Pulling up to my new school, I could feel a sense of dread. It was raining, hard. It was dark out and gloom hung in the air. The perfect epitome of Monday…

Bullworth didn't seem so bad. I wasn't use to a boarding school but, the private school system I was. We are basically privileged little brats, who got a better education and were forced to wear uniforms. At least that's what all my public school friends thought.

I could see a woman standing at the school gates looking PO'd. My dad turned to me.

"Katie, now remember, you don't know anything about the people here. Take it slow."

"Yeah, Katie, remember, be mysterious." My mom exclaimed excitedly.

"Sure, whatever. I'll see you guys in the summer." I said and stepped out of the car.

"Okay, sweetie, we love you!" My mom shouted from the window.

I cringed. Way to go mom…

"Yeah, love you too guys." I said and walked over to the woman.

"I'm Ms. Danvers. You must be Ms. Katherine Hawthorne." The woman said.

"It's Katie." I explained, a bit peeved that Ms. Danvers had used my full name.

"We mustn't keep Dr. Crabblesnitch waiting." Ms. Danvers exclaimed enthusiastically, not even taking into consideration of what I just said.

Perfect. She's crazy, mad in love…

As we walked into the building, I looked around. Everyone was staring at me like I was an alien with fifty heads… Needless to say, I was the one everyone was talking about. When Ms. Danvers and I made it to the top of the steps, I was literally knocked over by some boy who was running away from a hoard of adults in suits and ties.

"Who are they?" I asked, getting up.

"Those are the perfects." Ms. Danvers explained.

"Who are they chasing?" I asked.

"James Hopkins." She mumbled and led me into Dr. Crabblesnitch's office.

James Hopkins, huh?

"Ah! Ms. Hawthorne! Take a seat. Take a seat. Thank you Ms. Danvers." Dr. Crabblesnitch said.

"You're welcome, sir." Her face was a glow as she left the room.

"Ms. Hawthorne, it says here that you are an outstanding student with an amazing amount of academic, athletic, and artistic abilities. The three essentially A's, as I call them." He explained.

I chuckled for his poor joke.

"Thank you, sir." I said.

"Ms. Hawthorne, I'm glad you chose Bullworth as your school of choice, but I must warn you, we here at Bullworth do not tolerate troublemakers." Just then, the perfects dragged in a beaten up, tired looking boy, as I remember was James Hopkins.

"Ah! Mr. Hopkins. I'll be with you in a minute. As I said, Ms. Hawthorne, we here at Bullworth do not tolerate troublemakers." I heard James snort.

"Uh, thank you, sir." I said.

"Oh! Ms. Hawthorne, here's your uniform." He handed me a blouse and a skirt.

"Um, sir." I said.

"Yes, Ms. Hawthorne, what is it?"

"Well, at my old school, the girl had to wear skirts but, there was an incident with a teacher and a couple of student girls because of the skirts and… I've still been pretty shaken. So, could I wear the boys' uniform?" All Dr. Crabblesnitch could think of was Mr. Burton and law suits. She was an excellent student, not to mention her family paid the full tuition.

"Of course, Ms. Hawthorne. Here you are." He handed me khaki pants, a blouse, and a sweater vest. Fail… This uniform fails…

"Thank you, sir." I left the office and bumped into someone.

"Oh hello. I'm Beatrice. I'm here to help you around the school." The girl was a little taller than I was.

"Oh cool. Thanks."

"No problem-." Beatrice was cut off by a snort.

"She won't give you the proper tour like I can." A boy leaning up against the doorway said.

"Shut up, Gary!" Beatrice exclaimed angrily.

"Oh, be quiet nerd." He sneered.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! There's no need for that." I said. "I'll take both of your tours."

Gary snorted again.

"You might want to change into your uniform now." Beatrice said.

"Huh? Oh yeah." I ran into the nearest girl's bathroom and changed.

When I walked out, Beatrice was there waiting for me. She crinkled her nose when she saw me.

"Why are you wearing the boys' uniform?" She asked.

"Because I can." I said blankly and began to walk.

Beatrice hurried after me and showed me around. By the time we got to the cafeteria, Gary had somehow slipped his way back into torturing us again.

"See, those kids?" Gary asked me, pointing to a table with some boys wearing green.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Those are my friends!" Beatrice exclaimed excitedly.

"Otherwise known as the nerds. Complete social outcasts." Gary explained.

"Hey!" Beatrice shot him a glare.

"They don't seem that bad." I said for Beatrice's sake.

She smiled at me.

"They're actually sneaky bastards. Their turf is the library." Gary explained.

Again Beatrice shot him another glare.

"Those kids over there are the preps. They're all money and condescending attitudes." Gary explained in a snobbish accent.

I giggled.

"So like trust fund fairies." I said. I remember all the snobby rich kids who got whatever they wanted because their parents donated big bucks to the school.

"Exactly! Very good, Hawthorne. You're learning very quickly." Gary smirked at me.

"Those guys over there are the greasers." Gary began.

"Like in the musical, Grease? They're probably all about hair, smoking, and mechanics, right?" I asked.

"And again, very good Hawthorne."

"Thank you."

"And last, but not least, the jocks."

"They rule the school?"

"Not anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Jimmy Hopkins rules the school now."

"You mean the short, ginger kid with an attitude of having a pole shoved up his ass?"

Gary howled with laughter.

"Exactly! Hawthorne, exactly!" Gary gasped between breathes.

"Come on, Katie; let me introduce you to my friends." Beatrice said, pulling me along.

"Fair warning, Ms. Hawthorne, the tubby nerd with his fly down prefers blondes." Gary wiggled his eyebrows at me and left, smirking.

I cringed. Nooooooooooooo!

After meeting all the nerds, awkwardly. Beatrice led me to the girls' dorm and left me to unpack.

"Hey. You must be the new girl. I'm Zoe. Zoe Taylor." The tall red head stood up and held out her hand.

I stared at her and her massive tallness.

"Well, aren't you gonna shake my hand… Or at least say something?" Zoe asked awkwardly.

"Oh sorry. I was just admiring your, um, talliness…ness…" I said.

"Um, thanks…?" There was an awkward silence between us.

"So…" I said.

"Yeah…" Zoe muttered.

"So, we're roommates now, right?" I asked.

"That's right. I tried to clean up, but me and a broom don't mix." Zoe smiled at me.

"I know exactly what you mean." I smiled back.

"This is your bed, so, set yourself up and you can probably start class today or tomorrow."


I set up my stuff, unpacked, then plopped down onto my bed for some peace. But Zoe didn't believe in peace and quiet for too long.

"So how'd you get sent to this dump? Divorce, re-marriage, expulsion, bad behavior, or just plain bad luck?" Zoe asked.

"No, my dad got a new job here, or, well, close by and sent me here because I was use to the private school life. You know uniforms, one on one teaching, and snotty rich kids. The works." I explained. "But I didn't know the walls were going to be so, um, pink."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"So why are you here?"

"I'd rather not talk about it…"


And another awkward silence passed between us. Suddenly, we heard a scream.

"Pervert! There's a pervert in here!"

Really? This place was like that?

Zoe and I leapt from our beds and ran down the hall. An older woman was speaking to the girl, who was trembling.

"Where did he go, young lady?" The older woman asked.

"He's right there!" The young girl pointed at me.

"Wait a minute! I'm a girl!" I shouted loudly.

The whole hall was filled with silence. Then a cruel laugh was heard.

"Sure, we have a Femme-boy, but now we have a dyke. Could this school get any weirder?"

"Mandy." Zoe growled.

I wasn't too happy either. I began to walk towards where I thought Mandy was. The girl was in a cheerleading outfit and was walking away, satisfied.

"Hey whore!" I shouted loudly.

She whipped around and glared at me.

"What do you want, tranny?" She hissed.

I slowly walked up to her and pulled the collar of her cheerleading outfit down so that her face was directly level with mine.

"If you'd like to keep all of your teeth, I suggest you leave me the hell alone, or else." I growled.

I gave her collar a violent tug and walked away. I saw all the stares and gawks as I walked back to my room and plopped back onto my bed. I groaned.

"That was so awesome! Mandy totally shit herself, there. Oh! That was great!" Zoe shouted as she entered our room.

I groaned again. I didn't want any enemies here. I just wanted to blend in till I left at the end of this year. What have I gotten myself into?

"Hello~! Earth to Katie!" Zoe shouted.

"Huh? Who? What? When? Where? I didn't do it!" She had scared the crap out of me.

Zoe howled with laughter. I glared at her, but then began to laugh too.

"Is life here at Bullworth always gonna suck this bad?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." Zoe said.

I groaned once again and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was 4:30 A.M. I groaned. It was too damn early, but now I wouldn't be able to get back asleep again. I sat up and decided to work out before school started.

I changed into a tank top and some shorts. I grabbed my sneakers and headed for the football field. As I remembered, the field had a track. When I got there, no one was around. I looked at my watch, it read 4:45 A.M. Okay, so at 5:15 A.M. I'll be done.

So, I just took off. Around and around the track. The only sound I could hear was my breathing. That helped me concentrate. I could completely ignore the pain in my legs, feet, and lungs.

I slowed down and looked at my watch. 5:09. Tired… I sped up again and kept going. By slowing down, I could then feel the pain. The excruciating pain. My feet! My feet! Ahhhh!

I slowed down and stopped. I didn't need to know if it was 5:10 or 5:15, I needed to stop. I fell back onto the field, closed my eyes, and breathed. Well, not breathing, more like wheezing, coughing, gasping, and hacking. I literally sounded like a dying animal.

I got up, headed for the girls' dorm, and took a shower. Everyone was still asleep so I decided to change and go to the cafeteria. There I met the cook.

"Hey, brat, what do you want?" She hissed.

"Sleep." I groaned. I plopped down at a table and laid my head down.

"Sweetie, you don't sound too good. What happened?" Her voice was filled with curiosity and less concern.

"I just jogged for about a half an hour around the track. I am tired, hungry, and sore."

The cook said nothing; she just stared at me like I had three heads. Clearly, exercise was a foreign concept to her.

"Well, you want a muffin?" My head shot up.

I remember Beatrice told me how terrible the cafeteria food was. I thought she was kidding, but when I questioned her, all she did was turn green. I didn't ask her again.

"It's from my secret stash." The cook explained, smirking.

I followed her into the kitchen and watched her as she rummaged through the cupboards. She had sat me down on a stool.

"Ah ha!" I almost fell over at her loud interjection.

She handed me a muffin. I almost cried. Almost. I bit into it and that's when the tears came. Beautiful, wonderful food, how happy you make me.

I wolfed it down and the cook began to laugh.

"That's what I love to see." She said quietly.

"Hmm?" I said with a mouth full of muffin.

"I love to see someone enjoy my food, but Bullworth's made me bitter… So my food's the same way…"

It was quiet between us. I got up from the stool I had been sitting at and looked at her.

"Everyone's been telling me how bad it is here, but it can't be this bad can it?" I asked.

The cook just stared at me with sad eyes. I just left her there, saying nothing else, but I did hear her faintly whisper something.

"You have no idea, kid. You have no idea."

"Hey, where were you?" Zoe asked while she was getting ready.

"I went to the track to run." I explained.

"Why?" Is exercise rarely done here?

"Because I couldn't get back to sleep."

"When did you wake up?"



"I went to sleep early so it's only normal for me to wake up early."

"You're weird."

"I know." I smirked.

After everyone was done getting ready, they made it to the cafeteria. I left Beatrice to go to her friends and I followed Zoe to a table. Seated there was Zoe, a small boy, Gary, and Jimmy Hopkins.

"Hey guys." I said.

"Hey, Katie, sit here." Zoe patted a seat next to herself.

I sat down and looked around at the funny group. They looked like misfits, but Jimmy was the king of the school so, does that mean they're his posse? If so, he has a weird looking posse. I suddenly realized Zoe was talking to me.

"Huh?" I said stupidly.

"I said, 'This is Peter Kowalski, but you can call him Petey. He's the Head Boy.'" Zoe explained. In that moment all I could think of was my little best friend Joe and Harry Potter.

"Hi." Petey said nervously.

"Hey." I said.

"This is Gary-." Zoe began.

"We've met. So, Hawthorne how was talking with the nerds? Did the tubby one try to get in your pants?"

I cringed.

"He flirted with me, but he's really, emphasis on the really, not my type." I said.

Gary howled with laughter.

"You're a funny one, Hawthorne." He said.

"Um, thanks." I said.

"Anyways, this is-." Poor Zoe was getting interrupted by everyone today.

"I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Hopkins." He gave me a hard look as if to say don't mess with me.

"King of the school, right?" I asked.

"Right." The look he gave me didn't change.

I cringed. His eyes never left me the whole time I was at the table. It was starting to creep me out.

"So, Katherine-." Petey began.

"It's Katie." I corrected him.

"Oh. So, Katie, what classes do you have today?"

"Uh, Art and then Gym. Wow! I only have two classes. Is this even printed right?"

"Um, Katie, the classes are for two and a half hours. They're split up on different days."

"What! No way!"

"Why? How did you do it at your school?"

"We had seven, forty-five minute classes. They were mixed up, but this is crazy."


"I can't sit in one place for two and a half hours. I'll go crazy!"

Everyone at the table was silent.

"What?" I asked.

"Gary." Petey, Jimmy, and Zoe said in unison.

"Hey!" Gary retorted.

I laughed. These guys are pretty fun to be around… I think I'll like it here.

Art… Was interesting… Ms. Philips is quite the character. She's cool in all, but a little… Eccentric… Isn't everyone at this school, though? She reminds me of my old art teacher, now she was an awesome teacher.

Gym, I was a little afraid of. Zoe had told me that Bullworth hired a new gym teacher. When we filed into the gym, no one was there. Suddenly, an odd figure appeared in the doorway of the gym.

"Hey kiddies!" A woman in her mid-thirties (very attractive, I might add) stumbled to the front of the room. She fell over and began to giggle.

"What's up?" She said slurred after she got up. She giggled again.

"Ma'm are you on something?" I asked aloud.

"Yes! And I'm not afraid to say it!" She was starting to scare us with all of the swaying and screaming she was doing.

"Where are the boys?" She asked suddenly.

"Um, not here." Mandy said.

"Why?" She swayed over to Mandy. Mandy looked at her with fear in her eyes.

"Because, junkie, the classes aren't co-ed. Mr. Burton teaches the boys. You teach the girls. So, take your cougar fantasies somewhere else." I said.

She swayed over to me now and tired to glare at me, but was finding it difficult to make her eyes squint and act mad when she was all loopy. I shot her my best glare and she backed off.

"Well, this sucks. I thought I was gonna have fun this year with all the high school boys." She grumbled.

We all cringed at the thought of her getting it on with the boys in Bullworth.

"What were you hoping to gain from teaching the boys, as well?" I asked. Might as well bust her…

"Sex, of course, little girl. What did you think? I was actually going to teach?" She asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah. That was what I was shooting for."

She smirked.

"Listen, ladies. Free choice, today. Do whatever you want, but play nice because I won't be here. I'll be scoping out your boyfriends in the other gym." She left with a cackled and stumbled out of the gym.

It was silent. Rage-filled silence was everywhere. All the single girls couldn't have cared less if the new teacher went all the way with every boy, but Lola and Mandy were not happy. This new teacher wouldn't lay a finger on their boyfriends, but there was nothing they could do about it. She was gone and they were stuck in the gym.

"Alright, ladies! Now that we're stuck in this dump, we're going to play a 'friendly' game of dodge ball. And oh! Did I mention that I decide the teams?" Mandy snickered.

We all knew this wouldn't end well.

"Okay, I'm out." I said and began to walk away.

"Wait! Katie, don't go! We need your help!" Beatrice said, grabbing my arm.

"No way! I'm not about to get my ass kicked for nothing!" I said, shaking her off.

"Please, Katie."

I thought about it for a minute. One of my new found friends is asking for my help and I'm denying her. This would be a great opportunity to get back at Mandy for throwing paper wads at me that read: 'Tranny!'

"Fine. I'll do it, but I better not get hit in the face or it's on you." I said.

I walked back to the group of girls forming around Mandy. She was barking orders at everyone. Clearly, if someone is gawking at your boyfriend it is your life mission to make everyone around feel just as miserable as you are. I think Mandy has officially completed her purpose in life…

"Okay, cool girls with me. Others… Are the other team." Mandy snickered.

"Whatever." I mumbled.

Things were bad. Surprisingly, Mandy had a good arm. A damn good arm. She took out, like, five people at once. Pinky and Lola weren't that bad, themselves. We, on the other hand, were falling apart. Nothing was at stake, we just wanted to win, that, or we were avoiding at all cost of getting our asses kicked.

After most of the players (our players) were down, the only ones left were me, Zoe, Beatrice, Eunice, Pinky, Mandy, Lola, and Christy. It was a tense game. Mandy was throwing like no tomorrow and Lola could really catch. It seemed as if though we didn't stand a chance. But, never underestimate the power of Zoe Taylor and Katie Hawthorne combined to create the strongest dodge ball force the world has ever seen. Okay, I'm over exaggerating…

Soon, all there was left was Zoe, me, Mandy, and Lola. Poor Beatrice and Eunice were taken down at the same time. The inescapable double play. Play it off Eunice's stomach and any target near Eunice will have to accept defeat. The hard way.

"Hey, Rudolph the red head reindeer, incoming!" Mandy shouted.

"Zoe! Look out!" I shouted.

The poor red head didn't know what hit her. Literally. She was bending down to pick up a ball and boom! She was out like a light.

"It's just you, Tranny." Mandy cackled.

"Yeah, me and Whore 1 and 2." I shot back.

"You bitch!" The ball was flying at me.

I did the only sensible thing to do. I pulled 'The Matrix'. Yeah, unclassy, I know, but if done correctly, can be the sickest thing ever. But, at trying to attempt this move, my fingers were grazed by the ball. Doing the only thing I could think of, I grabbed at the ball in mid fall and brought it close to me.

I opened my eyes to find Mandy sitting on the bleachers, shooting daggers at me. I got her out. I got her out? I… GOT HER OUT! WOOHOO!

"Whore 1 is out of here!" I shouted, pumping my fist into the air.

"Whore 2 is still here, freak." Lola hissed, chucking the ball at me.

She was a good thrower, but not as great as Mandy. She was easy to dodge, but her catching skills were flawless. If I tried to throw the ball at her, I would be out for sure. I had to think quickly. But, what could I do? I had the ball and Lola was dead locked on me. It was a stale mate for sure if I couldn't somehow get Lola distracted.

"Yo, Lola, my queen, my baby." A voice echoed in the gym.

"Johnny? Oh, Johnny!" Lola looked away from me to the front door.

"Huh?" She said aloud.

"Nightie night, Lola." I shouted, as I whipped the ball at her head.

She whipped her head around just in time to get smacked in the face with the ball. And that was the end of the game. It was all over. The losers had won.

I ran over to Beatrice.

"You're crazy for doing that." I said to her.

"Ey, babe, it wasn't a problem." Beatrice said, imitating the best she could of a Greaser.

"Oh man! Everyone's gonna hear about this!" Zoe squealed, excitedly. Something about being around rising stars got Zoe excited.

"You little-." Mandy began as she stomped over to me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa… Whoa. I don't want any trouble." I said, backing up.

"Well, you're going to get in some trouble, tranny. Not only did you humiliate me in front of the whole female body of this school, you did it in dodge ball. Plus, you ruined my hair" Mandy hissed.

"So what? It's your hair. You can fix it later."

A deadly silence filled the room. There are a lot of those here…

"What did you say?" Mandy growled. Her face looked all twisted.

"You can just fix your hair later. There's no need to-." I was interrupted by Mandy ranting.

"You're gonna get what's coming to you, tranny. Just you wait." Mandy shrieked and walked away.

My life is now officially...OVER.

"A name change is a suggestion." Beatrice said as she grabbed her tray.

"I'm not scared of her, Beatrice. She can pick on me all she wants. I don't care what she thinks." I explained, filling my plate with unknown goop.

"But-but-but-but, she'll destroy you." Beatrice whispered.

"So what? She can destroy my reputation. I don't care. It's not gonna matter when I grow up. She's not worth my time, energy, or attention."


"No buts. Now come on, let's go find a table."

She followed me to our usual table. Surprisingly, it was empty. Neither Gary, Jimmy, Petey, nor Zoe was at the table. Suddenly, the doors of the cafeteria burst open and in came Zoe and a huge crowd of kids all swarmed around her.

"And then, she bent back like in 'The Matrix' and she caught the ball with one hand. It was so sick." She explained to the crowd of kids.

They 'ouhh'd' and 'ahh'd' as her story got more and more elaborate. Suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder.

"Is it true? What you did in gym today, did you really take out Mandy and Lola?" It was Jimmy.

"Uh, I don't know how much Zoe has fabricated the story, but yeah, I took them out. Why?" I asked.

"Nothing… I was just wondering." He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled away to the lunch (well, dinner, in this case) line.

Beatrice gave me a weird look.

"I think he likes you." She said blankly, still giving me that weird look.

"No way, man. We're just friends. I mean, I think we're friends. I don't know exactly." I rambled.

"Mhm!" Beatrice said.

"Would you shut up, he's coming back!" I hissed, teasingly.

We both began to laugh. Jimmy came over to the table and gave us a look. We stopped to look at each other and began to laugh again. He sat down and Beatrice and I grew silent.

"Well, Beatrice if you believe that then why don't you ask Jimmy, yourself?" I asked aloud.

"Ask me what?" Jimmy asked, menacingly.

"That um, that… Do you like Katie?"

"What! I barely know her!"

"See, Beatrice! I told you!"


"Women's intuition is a fluke."


"I'm just joshing, Beatrice."



Things grew very silent at the table. We just ate (well, actually we just stared at the goop on our plates called food).

"So, I heard you guys have a new gym teacher…" Jimmy mumbled.

"She's a crack head and a cougar." I explained.


"She was scoping you guys out during your gym class."

"Can this school get any weirder?" Beatrice groaned.

"I think it can." I said.

Jimmy and Beatrice looked towards the spectacle heading towards us. Zoe was strutting over to the table with her giant crowd following after her.

"And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the great Katie herself." Zoe announced enthusiastically.

The crowd began to form around me. Kids were blurting out questions and asking for autographs. I really didn't know what to say, so I just sign pieces of paper and smiled. It was nice to be noticed for something for once.

I could feel Jimmy eying me the whole time. He had stopped when the crowds died down and Gary and Petey arrived, but the creepy feeling never left. It almost felt like a tingling sensation in the back of my head and neck.

Finally, dinner was over and everyone got up and headed back to the dorms. It was chilly outside. Our gang of misfits walked and talked till we had to go our separate ways.

"Hey Katie!" Someone shouted.

I whipped my head around. The only one looking at me was Jimmy. I pointed to myself and he nodded.

I looked back at Zoe and Beatrice, but they were already gone. I jogged over to Jimmy, who had his hands in his pockets and was staring up at the sky.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I was wondering if I could walk you to the girls' dorm." He mumbled.

"Huh? I can't hear you. Speak up."

He let out an annoyed breath and looked at me.

"I was wondering if I could walk you to the girls' dorm." He said.

I was surprised and a little confused.

"Um, Jimmy, the girls' dorm is, like, right there." I said.

His face twisted into a frustrated frown.

"But, um, thanks. I would really like that." I said quickly. I didn't want him yelling at me.

His face loosened up, but the frown remained.

We both began to walk together silently. As I watched him, Jimmy's eyebrows twitched in frustration and annoyance as we grew closer and closer to the girls' dorm.

"So-." I began.

"Did that really happen? Was there really an incident with a teacher and skirts at your old school?" Jimmy blurted out.

I laughed. Jimmy frowned in confusion.

"What?" He asked.

"I lied." I finally managed to say.


"I lied. There was no incident. I made it up because I didn't want to wear the girls' uniform." I said after I finished laughing.

"But, why?"

"Because I hate skirts. They're annoying and weird. And the only reason they were invented was satisfy the sick, twisted fantasies of men. And to just dumb us all down into thinking that being dumb and slutty is attractive. I wear pants because they're comfortable, not skirts because they're so short you can practically see my uterus." I explained.

Jimmy looked at me strangely. He couldn't figure out if I was a feminist or just plain crazy.

"I don't like slutty girls. I hate them with every fiber of my being. And that's that. I choose to be classy." I said in a huff.

"That's cool. I respect that." Jimmy said, quietly.


"Yeah. Like you said, you're classy and I like that about you."

I smiled at him. We finally made it to the girls' dorm and he was holding the door open for me.

"Thanks Jimmy. I appreciate that. I'll see you tomorrow." I said.

"No problem. Good night." He said.

"Yeah. Good night." I walked in and Jimmy shut the door behind me.

I walked up the stairs feeling good. It was peaceful. No one was screaming or talking. It was just quiet. When I made it to my room that was a different story. Like I said before, Zoe does not believe in peace and quiet.

"What was that all about?" Zoe asked, smirking.

Beatrice smiled at me and waved. She was just visiting until Ms. Peabody, the house mother, came in and told us lights out.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"What did you and Jimmy talk about?" Zoe asked. Her smirk never leaving her face.

"He asked me about why I was wearing the boys' uniform."

"He didn't just do that, he walked you to the dorm. Everyone is talking about it. Didn't you see us staring in the window?"

"What! You guys were watching!"

"Well, what did you expect? You two were the only ones out there."

"We were?" I didn't even notice. I guess my angry ranting blinded me from what was going on around me.

"Yeah. I can't believe you didn't hear us all squeal when he held the door open for you! I didn't know he was such a romantic…" I tuned Zoe out. I couldn't believe this.

Had he known? Did he see all the girls? Did he hear the squeals? Oh God! This is so embarrassing! Did he do this on purpose? Was he trying to gain a bigger image? Why did he want to walk me to the dorm? Wouldn't have that made him late for curfew? Oh God! Did he have to run all the way over to the boys' dorm?

The thoughts just kept coming. It took me awhile to realize that Zoe was shouting my name.

"What! What! What happened!" I asked hazily.

"I was trying to tell you that Ms. Peabody just came in and said it's lights out so…" She explained.

"Oh, right. Thanks Zoe." I said quickly.

I changed quickly, jumped into bed, and turned off my light. I turned to face the window. Directly in front of me was the boys' dorm. I couldn't help but worry if Jimmy made it back to the dorm in time. Today's events flooded back into my mind and I couldn't push them away. Tonight is going to be a long night…