Discipline

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Bex entered her dorm room in a mood as well as being slightly scared, she feeling molested after being searched by a creepy old guy, and having him pry through her underwear and everything in her suitcase. They had taken her Paracetamol, saying the school provided them if they were needed, and even her pills for my period pains! They blatantly had no respect for the fact that stuff weren't cheap these days. And after all that, she had gotten lost on her journey to find her dorm room. No one had thought about the fact that the new kids had no idea where to go.

After entering the room, her eyes rested on the figure that was to be her roommate. The girl looked alright. She had long, straight dark hair and dark eyes. She looked like she came from Spanish decent. Bex was immediately jealous of her height. Being a short girl, Bex had always desired to be tall.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca Wiseman, but you can call me Bex." She decided to introduce herself, wanting to be on good terms with this girl – seeing as she'd have to share a room with her.

"I'm Clara. Clara Martinez." the girl said politely with a hint of a Spanish accent, "So, you're my new roommate?"

"I guess." Bex shrugged, and plonked her stuff onto the bed that looked unoccupied.

"Welcome to Hell." Clara smiled sweetly at her. Bex gave her a look of disdain.

"Is it really that bad?" sure, she had already branded the place as unworthy of her time, but Bex did have that tiny bit of hope that it wasn't all as bad as it seemed to be at first glance.

"Oh yeah, I've been here for two years, and have hated every moment." Clara muttered, destroying that single shred of hope Bex had.

"Great." Bex sighed, and sat on her bed, not knowing what to do next. She looked around the small room, knowing that she'd be here until summer, and she let it all sink in. She was now in a building full of young fugitives and troublesome teens, and she felt – for the first time in a long while, vulnerable.

"So, the big question: Why are you here?" Clara asked, curiously, sitting on her own bed in the small bedroom, looking at the petite blonde with curiosity.

"Did fuck all in school, and partied to the early hours in the morning." Bex shrugged, figuring that blunt was best, "Parents say I have an attitude problem. What about you?"

"Ran away from home, parents found me after two weeks, drunk out of my mind, and they sent me here." Clara sighed, "You could say that I had a… troubled home life."

"What about the others? Who has the worst crime?" Bex asked, partly because she was curious – partly because she wanted to know who to avoid until she found her place.

"Oh, that has to be Jack Reynolds. He had shit loads of Pot under his floorboards. He'd been selling to year 6 kids" Clara said like it was relatively normal – and Bex realized that to them, it was normal. She had a lot to get used to.

"Holy shit? What's he doing here? He should be in Juvy!" Bex gasped, unable to contain her shock.

"His parents didn't report him. Just sent him here, hoping for the best." Clara shrugged, "I'm amazed that he's not arrested, but I guess this place counts as Juvy in the police's eyes."

"Yeah... it is prison-like." Bex muttered, looking down at the floor, remembering the guards and security up front.

"Anyway, watch out for Sammy Jones. He's bad. Rumour has it he raped about three girls before coming here; and Olive Kennedy, she's like the Queen Bitch here, won't hesitate to throw you out over the fire escape." Bex looked up at her roommate, wide eyed thinking frantically: I shouldn't be here!

"Anything else?" She asked in a small voice.

"Ah, yes, the man whores, Liam Neilson and Harry Andrews. There are few girls who they haven't shagged. They're twats; my advice is to stay away." Clara rolled her eyes, looking disgustedly at nothing in particular – but Bex had a feeling it was something to do with those boys and her in the past.

"Speaking from experience?" She had to ask due to her curious nature.

"With Liam, yes… unfortunately. He was all sweet and charming... I gave him what he was after and then suddenly I was nothing to him. Worse still, he was going out with Stacey Smith at the time - who, by the way, is Olive Kennedy's best friend - and the bitch found out and slapped me so hard I fell over from the impact." Clara said bitterly. Bex had to fight a smile at the mental image; she managed to make it look like a grimace.

"Sounds lovely." she sighed.

Harry and Liam finished up their cigarettes and stood up from their spot on the fire escape, deciding to go check out the fresh meat - something that came to be their tradition over the years they spent being friends. They liked to find out who was the most fucked up. They walked through the corridor and found one straight away. A dark, long haired, pale skinned stoner by the looks of things. He was sat on the floor, rocking back and forth and chanting something under his breath. Liam and Harry exchanged a look before walking up to him.

"You alright, mate?" Harry asked and the guy looked up at them timidly.

"T-they t-took it away." the guy said worriedly. Liam knew instantly that they had taken his drugs. Idiot, he thought, not hiding it better.

"Well, it's for the best, mate." Harry knelt down and put an arm around the guy.

"B-but I need it!" the guy was shaking. Ah, the cry of an addict – Liam sighed inwardly and held out a hand for the poor bloke, wondering when he'd find out that there were plenty of dealers in here.

"Come on, let's get you some water." he suggested, pulling him up, and led Harry and the guy to the Year 11 common room.

Clara told Bex how the school worked. There was no CCTV on the fire escape, and the teachers could never be bothered to patrol there, so that was where the stoners took their drugs, and where the smokers smoked. It amazed Bex how many people managed to sneak in contraband. Clara had sneaked in morning after pills and contraceptive pills (why would she need both, Bex didn't know) and she offered to share if Bex would need them… Bex had a pretty good feeling that she wouldn't need them, but thanked Clara anyway. Clara also told her about the isolation room - that if any student acted violet or out of order, they were sent to one of five isolation rooms, which were basically rooms with only one wooden chair and a light bulb in them, and the walls were grey, and the minimum stay there was 2 hours. Bex made a note to avoid them.

Then Clara led her to the Year 11 common room, where there was a TV, a mini fridge and five computers and many desks. Both girls sat on the sofa, since the room only contained them and a few more people. Clara then explained that Year 11 and Year 12 shared a common room, as the Year 12 one was vandalized last term, and they were now prohibited from there until whoever did it confessed. The CCTV was useless as they had targeted that first.

"And there are the bastards." Clara muttered darkly, glaring at the guys who just entered the room. The guys were two incredibly good looking men and the male druggie Bex saw in the queue earlier.

One had short, dark hair and blue eyes. He looked incredibly fit and muscular, and Bex immediately knew that this was either Harry or Liam – the two womanizers of the school. The other guy, Bex thought, was on another level of fitness. He had messy dirty blonde hair that swept over his blue-grey eyes on one side, and he had a light tan. He was skinnier than the other one, but still looked like he worked out a bit as he wasn't lanky. He wore a t-shirt which revealed the bottom of a tattoo sleeve, which unlike the other tattoo ridden guys she had seen there, didn't make him look like a tough dick, amazingly.

"I can see why everyone sleeps with them." Bex admitted, fighting the urge to drool and stare.

"The blonde is Liam, and the brunette is Harry." Clara said, glaring at Liam.

"Damn, you slept with the fittest one!" Bex gaped at her, and added unashamedly, "I would gladly sleep with him."

"Yeah, but he makes you feel like utter shit afterwards, seriously. He's an arse." Clara muttered, "A very fit arse, but still an arse."