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(Jimmy/Reader/Gary) The Equation, Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: Cliches


Episode 1: With Friends Like These...



Your father is talking while he drives, but you're not listening to him, choosing to look out the front passenger window, instead.

The scenery of Bullworth, your new home for the next year, passes by, and it captures your attention far easier than the man beside you. It's an old town from what you can tell; bricked buildings, plazas filled with small shops and short stairways make up most of the area's space. Stuffy people line the streets, majority appearing unhappy or, at the very least, bored. You share both feelings.

"Do you hear me?" your father says, reaching from the steering wheel of his new foreign car to touch your shoulder. His black suit sleeve inches up his arm with the movement, his expensive watch becoming exposed and shining in your eyes. "How have you been feeling?"

He doesn't care; you can see it on his face and the way his "sympathy" doesn't make it to his eyes. But, you don't feel bad; you've come to realize that he's just not that type of father.

You stare at his hand, your blank orbs lingering on the emptiness his ring finger displays. A pang of resentment shoots from the depth of your stomach, stinging your eyes with tears, or perhaps it's just a late reaction from his blinding watch. You can't tell these days.

Turning, you face the window again, your entire body pressing against the door beside you, as if offended by the very presence your father exudes. He sighs, his hand already retreating to it's neutral position at the wheel as he tries his best to stave off the desire to yell his own indignation, as is his nature.

Looking outside, you see more than just adults now, and you presume that, that means you're getting closer to the academy. You almost feel relieved. Almost.

Teens, some dressed well in light-blue school vests, others in leather jackets and khakis, walk in groups, seeming to be enjoying each other's company. "Cliques..." you think to yourself, feeling your shoulders sag as you imagine just how much more trouble Bullworth is going to be with the infamous American cliques making a hierarchy of the place. "As if being a teenager isn't hard enough."

SCREEEE--BANG

You jolt forward, your body going pliant against your seat-belt and your head slinging front then forcefully back into the headrest behind you. Your vision dims for only a second and all you can hear is your heart beat and a steady stream of deaf buzzing, then:

"You imbecilic asshole!" your father screams as the driver, whose totaled car sits immobile and crunched together with yours, emerges from his vehicle as well, looking equally pissed. "Are you mental? You're going to pay for these damages, prude!"

The stranger responds, irate. "Fuck you, man! You hit me! You're going to pay!"

And the cock fight begins.

You sigh and get out of the destroyed, once beautiful car. You aren't going to just sit here and watch your father argue with some guy about bad driving skills.

Stumbling as you get out of the vehicle, you have to hold onto the top of your car as you try and regain your composure. When you do, you open the back door and unload your backpack only to nearly drop it twice.

Your hands tremble, and you feel ill as you watch them. So, you shove them in your pockets and focus on more important things... like getting to a bed before nightfall.

As you prepare yourself for a listless stroll to Bullworth Academy, you shout to your dad about walking the rest of the way to school. He grunts a "yeah, whatever. Do what you want." and reaches from his wrecked car to gather insurance information or something or the other.

With the consent of your father, you trek towards where you think the school is. Though, still disorientated from the crash, you find yourself barely making progress (if any at all). Frustrated and exhausted, you spot a group of teens tagging a wall in messy graffiti. It reads:

I ONLY LIKE RICH PEOPLE BECAUSE
MY PARENTS ARE JUDGEMENTAL
CAPITALIST SCUM!

Two guys, dressed like those kids in the book The Outsiders, laugh like they just wrote the best joke in the world. Slicked back hair and textured jackets mark them as Greasers, and you can't say it looks bad... it just doesn't look good.

"Hey," you say, approaching the two slowly. "Can you tell me where the academy is--?"

But, as you are about to finish your request, the sound of police sirens sound from behind you and you foolishly turn to see what was up. The pair take this opportunity to shove the spray cans into your hands and you fumble with them, trying to push back, but failing. The greasers sprint then leaving you with evidential items and a perplexed expression.

The cop rolls up, car stopping beside you, and you wonder naively if he's coming to ask if you're O.K., but quickly stop that thought as he yells at you, ferociously, "Get ready for some police brutality!"

Your eyes widen and you drop the tin to the ground, scrambling to run from the officer threatening bodily harm. However, in your rush, you just about trip yourself with your own feet and fall into a wall.

Your shoulder aches, making you hiss, but you don't have time to complain as the cop is just behind you screaming and waving his arms around like a mad man.

You search for a place to lose him and dart through the alleyways only to 'round your way back thinking you'll be fast enough to completely get him off your tail.

Spoiler Alert! You're not.

Though, he pauses before he can nab you, resting his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, and inadvertently giving you time to find a place to hide.

Running alongside the sidewalk near the beach, you're clearly visible and you know the cop is going to be hot on your tail if you don't think quick.

It's only when you pass by a stair case leading down to the beach that you get an idea. You slide down the railing, faltering as you land, and then resume running. Sand kicks up behind you and you can feel your muscles working overtime to compensate for the arenaceous ground.

You keep moving until you reach an arched stone under passage and all but dive across the gravel to conceal yourself among the shadows.

Some dirt gets in your mouth, but you're quick to spit it out, wiping the excess saliva you create due to this on the back of your hand. After you're done recovering, you look up to see an amused boy, around your age, peering at you as he sits beside an average-looking BMX bike across from you.

He's wearing a royal blue uniform vest and an untucked, messy dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His ginger buzz-cut is accented by a small scar near his hairline, and his freckles by the slight color in his cheeks. "I know it's probably none of my business," he says, voice simultaneously humorous and unimpressed, "But you look like you need some help."

You look at him, a little winded from your previous marathon, but also abashed by his friendliness. "About that..." you begin, about to run a sandy hand through your hair only to pause midway as you try to find the words to speak. "I need to get to Bullworth Academy. I'm new and apparently people don't take too kindly to strangers." you laugh, feeling suddenly shy as the ginger listens attentively. "I feel ridiculous, but I'm so lost."

The guy smirks. "Trust me, I know the feeling." he then stands, moving towards you to help you up and then grabbing his bike, he straddles the seat. "Hop on." he says, motioning to his back, "It's better to bike there than walk- saves time."

"I'm trusting you and I don't even know your name." you state, sardonic, "You better not try anything stupid; I know how to disarm a man if I have to." you joke, getting on the seat and awkwardly grabbing the teen's waist.

The guy rolls his eyes, "If I was going to 'try anything' I would have, already. Now, do you want to go to Bullworth or not?"

"I don't really have a choice." You murmur, more to yourself than him since it seems like he can't understand a lighthearted jest when he hears one.

Scoffing, the guy shakes his head. "No one going ever does."
After barely recovering from a devastating tragedy, you return to school only to get yourself expelled, resulting in you almost not passing into your sophomore year. However, instead of attempting to console you, your father sends you to the nearest boarding school, which also happens to be the worst educational establishment in the country. There, you meet two guys who, in the end, expose just how fun and insane a normal teenage life can be.

(Just as a side-note, this fandom needs more love than it's getting.)
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Notice to everyone who has read this, I found out this story is being continued on Archive of our own. It's perf, go check it out!