👑 King Of Bullworth 👑 | Jimmy Hopkins x Reader

02

(Quick note: Some of this might be inaccurate when it comes to uniforms. I've never had to wear one so I'm missing info/common knowlege about them haha)

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I woke up groggy the next morning, my hair all over the place. I sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes. God did I not want to get up today. I got up from my bed regardless and plucked my phone from my bag. 6am. What a great time to be up. In an hour the old bat would be coming to rooms and waking us up- or so I assumed. If it was anything like my last school.

I took my hair brush from my bag and made my way to the mirror ontop of my dresser. I brushed out the knots in my hair, letting it fall into place naturally. It looked fine. I sat my brush on the dresser and took a brief look at my phone notifications. Nothing- as usual. I was never exactly popular. I had one social media account, and even that I didnt use much.

So I sat on my bed and browsed Facebook. No new requests. I guess no one was really aware of my presence here yet. Whatever. I didn't really care either way. All I wanted was to get by, and the less interactions, the better.

Some time passed and I ended up getting fully ready. My uniform had been folded up on the dresser for me neatly. It fit well. My parents must've told them my clothing size. I looked at myself in the mirror. A dress.. great. I've always loved dresses.

If you couldnt tell, that was sarcasm. I've never had a thing for dresses. More annoying if you ask me. You've always got to worry, what if its riding up? What if its blowing in the wind? Can they see underneath right now? Even if you wear shorts it still feels criminal to see under.

I brushed it over with my hand, wondering if I had some sort of shorts to go underneath- after all, they were better than nothing. I rummaged through my backpack, and ended up finding some thin shorts. I put them on under the dress, feeling a little less exposed.

I sigh, looking in the mirror. God did I hate this uniform already. Whatever. I'd slowly break the dress code as I grew accustomed to the school. Maybe I could ask for school slacks? But I'd do that later, for now I needed to blend.

A head poked into my dorm room, "(Y/n) time to- oh, you're already awake. Good." The old teacher spoke. "Oh, and I believe I didnt tell you my name last time we spoke. I'm Mrs. Peabody. " I sat there silent, "Well, I have to go check on the other girls." She spoke in a stern manner, leaving my room.

I got up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. I was still tired despite getting up an hour ago. Well to think of it, that's why I was tired. Oh well. I cant help it. I can never sleep when something's happening the next day. No matter the event. I don't know what it is that prevents me from sleeping like that but it happens. Holidays and first days of school have always been painful. Even days we were supposed to visit a relative the next. It's like my mind won't back off the subject.

I stretch and put my phone in my dress pocket. I make a mental note that I need to find pants asap. Fuck. Dresses.

So as the day starts, I grab my empty binder and make my way outside of the dorm. A girl greets me shortly.

"Hi! I'm Beatrice! You must be y/n!" She goes to shake my hand. I extend mine, accepting the handshake, but questioning why she was talking to me. She must've noticed, because she quickly spoke up, "I'm here to give you a tour of the school. Can I see your schedule?" I nod, taking out my schedule from my binder and handing it to her.

She furrows her eyebrows, adjusting her glasses. "English.. Chemistry.. Shop.. Gym " She mumbles, "Art... and Photography! Alright, so we've got some classes together. Nice!" She hands me back my schedule and I fold it and put it in my pocket.

"So, I'll show you around!" She says, leading the way. The first area we looked at was the front gates. She turned to me, her back facing the gate. "So, as you know, over there is the girls dorm" She pointed to her right.

"And over there" She points to her left, "is the boys dorm. You don't want anything to do with boys. " She scrunched up her nose as if something foul smelling had made it's way to her.

"Why not?" I question, as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Too many of them play with your heart. You can't be thinking about boys if you want to keep your grades up, you know?"

I shrugged. "I guess so." Yes, cause I, school trouble-maker, expelled from six schools, very deeply cared about my grades.

Beatrice speaks up after a brief pause, "Anyways, those are the dorms. Up ahead is the school." I turn as she walks past me. I follow her as she gets to the front of the building.

"So, most of your classes will be in there. The only ones you take outside of school would be shop and gym- which you had. So I'll show you were those are!" She walked along, almost skipping. How could she be so happy? I followed along, wearing my usual resting face. Most would call it resting bitch face. I guess I'd have to agree. Most of the time people said I looked as if I wanted to burn the world down around me. I mean, they wouldn't be completely wrong. I was quite the fan of destruction.

We arrived at the auto shop. "So this is where you'll have your shop class. The greasers like to hang out around here. You wouldn't like them. They don't hang out with a lot of girls. Only one they do talk to is Lola- and only because she's a tramp." Beatrice said bitterly. I raised my eyebrows. "I'm sorry. She's not a very nice person." Beatrice defended herself.

"Well, next off is the gym." She said walking off. We walked inside of the gym and watched a dodgeball game going on, "So, the jocks mostly hang out here. Probably don't want to hang out with them either. They aren't very smart." She whispered the last part to me as I observed a jock diving face first into the floor after a dodgeball. I smirked to myself.

On the other team looked to be nerds and some bald kid. I squinted, getting a better look at the dude with the shaved head.

"Who's that?" I ask, subtly pointing.

"Who?"

"The bald one."

"Jimmy? Jimmy Hopkins?" She looked at me accusingly. Her expression had shifted to one of horror.

"Sure." I say.

"Do not get involved with him."

"Why not?"

"He's a player. Do you know how many people he's kissed? And probably done worse with? He is not someone you want to go out with."

I raised an eyebrow. "Have you gone out with him?"

"No! Look, we kissed once. I used to have a huge crush on him. But that's besides the point- I've even seen him kissing a dude!"

"So?"

"Look, I'm not homophobic, I'm just saying, he gets around."

"Yeah." I say sarcastically.

"Whatever. Pretend I never said anything. Just don't interact with him. Not unless you want your heart broken."

The rest of the day was a tour of the school and a start on some of my classes. That Jimmy kid was actually in all of my classes- weirdly enough. I never interacted with him though, I just went about getting my stuff organized and myself ready for the class.

By the end of the day I was exhausted. I threw off my dress and got into my sleepwear. Which was basically just a t-shirt. I layed in my bed, staring out the window, wondering what it'll be like when I get used to this school. Maybe I really should start acting better. Look, I'm not gonna start getting A's or nothing, but the least I could do is try and stay out of trouble. That way I wouldn't have to go through the annoying process of transferring schools.

But then again, I knew as soon as the urge to do something bad came up, I'd do it. I'm too impulsive. I can't help it. Whatever though, I'd just try to stay out of trouble in the meantime. Or at least until I snap or give in.

(1456 words - Aug 29, 2020)