👑 King Of Bullworth 👑 | Jimmy Hopkins x Reader

01

Bullworth Academy. The local shit-hole. At least that's how I see it. I mean to parents, it must seem amazing. Take your kid, drop 'em off and forget about 'em 'til they're done. You don't even have to take them home for the summer.

My parents did just that. Amazing ones, aren't they? Yknow, they'd never called once after dropping me off there? If I didn't know any better, I'd say they weren't coming to pick me up even after I graduated. But I know they'll be there. They'll take me back as soon as they know they have no where else to leave me. Cause it'll feel "morally wrong"- not like abandoning me here wasn't. They'll support me for a year or at least until I have some money and then kick me out just as I'm beginning to trust them again.

But anyways, enough about that. The drive to Bullworth was an odd one. Rain rolled down the car windows, the patter of it sounded on the roof. I would've enjoyed it- if not for the knowlege of what ensued after the drive. You see, before I even laid eyes on Bullworth, I knew it was going to be shitty. Getting expelled from six schools doesn't exactly land you in the best of places. It seemed with each new school I went to, they kept getting shittier and shittier. I heard this one takes its pride in turning bad kids good. Funny, the last one did too.

So I traced my fingers along the window, tuning out my surroundings.

"So, (y/n). Are you excited to go to your new school?" My mother spoke up, eliminating the silence I'd hoped would've stayed and bringing me back to earth.

I scoffed, "why should this one be any different from the last ones?"

"I've heard this one is very well funded. The kids and teachers there seem to be very nice!" She said cheerily. Her enthusiasm may have cheered me up, if not for the situation. I saw right through her on this one. She just couldn't wait to have me off her hands.

"Yeah? That's what you said about the other 6." I replied, not taking my eyes off of the scenery beyond my window.

"Well I think this ones different."

"Also said that."

"(Y/n), if you're going to be difficult, you can get out and walk from here." My father spoke up. Funny, he never seemed to talk unless he was scolding me.

I stayed silent. Usually any sort of verbal response to my father would result in him becoming angrier. From the outside, people wonder how my parents had such a problem child. They don't know how fucked my family is. But it didn't matter. I wouldn't see them in a couple of years from now anyways. I just tried to move my mind elsewhere, knowing that soon I was gonna be in a shitty new school, surrounded by shitty new people. They were all the same anyway. Maybe they looked different, but they were all the same.

Nerds, jocks, greasers, preps, bullies, dropouts, every school had em. It was boring to look at how generic everyone was. How they all willingly molded into these stereotypes. How all the schools just melded together in my mind. None of them stood out. Maybe a few people, but they'd faded into the back of my mind ever since I'd left. No one's ever left a lasting mark on me.

Deep in thought, I barely noticed we'd pulled up to the school. Well, that and the fact it was raining so heavily I could barely see the gates infront of me. My mother handed me my bag and wished me good luck before my dad sped off the second I was out and on the curb. I watched the car go before making my way through the gates. I had my hood up to shield me from the rain but I had no idea where to go. Then I noticed a teacher standing there with an umbrella. She was tall with red hair.

"Welcome to Bullworth Academy!" She announced, as if to a crowd. "You must be (y/n)." I nodded. "Now, the girls dorm is over there." She pointed to my right, "Make yourself at home, one of the ladies in there will show you to your room. We would give you a tour of the school today but we must hold off due to the weather- another time!" She smiled before heading off in her own direction, presumably back to the school.

I looked to my right to have my eyes land on a big building. It didn't look too bad. I headed over inside, and pulled down my hood. I glanced around, looking for the prefect or whoever the hell was supposed to show me my room. I shook out my hoodie and bag as someone noticed me. She was old looking, with grey hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore large glasses as well. I knew her type just looking at her. Old, naggy and strict. A pain in the ass if you ask me.

"Oh, are you (y/n)?" She croaked.

I nodded.

"Well, let me show you your room." She said blankly. I followed her up the stairs. When walking in, I noticed the dorm smelled of perfume. This lady smelled different. Not pleasant. Well, neither was the perfume- but you get my point.

We walked through the hall to one of the last rooms on the second floor. It was fairly empty aside from a couple beds and dressers.

"Since we have an odd amount of girls this year, it looks like you're going to be in a room alone. Is this alright with you?"

"Yes." I responded, hiding any emotion from my voice. I learned early on it's best to show as little emotion as possible.

Thank god I didnt have to deal with a roommate. That was one of my biggest concerns of the whole dorm-situation. A good roommate. Now I wouldn't have to worry.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Just make sure you don't hang anything on the walls or do anything else that could damage the rooms. As long as you stay out of trouble, we wont have a problem." She paused, "and that means having boys in the rooms. Boys are never allowed to set foot in this dorm unless under very important circumstances."

I stared at her blankly and shortly after, she left the room. I unpacked my small amount of things and sprawled myself onto the bed. What a tiring day. But it was alright, 'cause now I could rest. I dreaded the days to come though. I've always hated the chaos of moving to a new school. Learning the new routine and customs of each school had always been the most annoying part. Once you were in the routine it was fine though. Soon enough, I'd fallen asleep to my own thoughts and the sound of the rain on my window. At least I was away from my parents. Maybe this year I'd try to be better.

Nah.

(1200 words - Aug 13, 2020)