Flowers- OPEN

If you asked Jimmy why everyone seemed so obsessed over flowers, you had him. As far as he could see, the only thing a dead plant was good for was to eat it. And, since he wasn't some wannabe-Euro foodie eating rose flavored this and that, he generally didn't like the idea of eating flowers. He'd leave the Preps to that. Besides, that would taste like perfume- Ms. Phillips' perfume. Flowers tasted like Ms. Phillips. Okay, so maybe they wouldn't be too bad.

But as he ripped up flowers among the campus, much to the chagrin of the prefects, he wasn't planning on eating them. No, he was just looking for an easy hookup. The kids at Bullworth being the materialistic bitches that they were, no one would make out with him unless he gave them a present. But if Jimmy knew anything, it was that it was easier not to question whatever you needed to do to give yourself the chance to touch someone's butt.

But where was everybody? If he really, really needed someone to make out with the nerds were always at the library. But he wasn't going to kiss Beatrice because he cold sores hadn't scabbed over yet-gross- and if he kissed Cornelius she would appear out of nowhere to knee him in the balls. Out of the corner of his eyes, Jimmy saw Eunice eyeing the flowers in his hand, so he walked a little bit faster towards the Boy's Dorms. He'd been making a pretty neat job of convincing her that he was fully gay, which would have worked if Christie didn't blab to the whole school about their recent make out session. Bitch.

(W)

Winston was sauntering around the vicinity of the Boy's dorm. Truth be told, he never knew why he had an affinity for this area, it was crummy, nasty, and smelly... But at the same time, it hosted practically every hot guy in the school. Since his break up with Bif, he'd been looking around for someone who possessed the spirit and drive to keep a true relationship going. That's what ripped them apart, anyways; a complete and utter lack of spirit and drive.

And then he eyes Hopkins; and he was at it yet again. Across the campus, he had uprooted several bundles of flowers. For the longest time he wondered why, until he saw that the boy had the charm to simply give you a present, and have you fall head over heels. What was it about him, though? He had a bit of a nasty attitude, his haircut was rough, and he was just crude... But still, there was something about the guy that was just...
alluring

He didn't even know whether or not to greet him, most of the Preps seemed to act above that... He didn't want to be exiled as the clique was so famous for doing, oh yes, they would step all over anyone the moment they had the excuse to. It was one thing that he didn't like; but nevertheless, he found out he was adopting the behavior. Perhaps a change of people was all he needed. He mulled it over in his head, shifting in to a daydream-esque state.

Just as he was about to dash it all and go looking for Cornelius, Jimmy caught sight of someone he hadn't paid all that much attention to yet- Derby's younger brother, Winston. But what was an Aquaberry doing around the Boy's Dorms? He mulled it over in his head a little bit, absentmindedly pulling off the roots that were still hanging off of a few of the flowers. Generally it wasn't a good idea to guess that someone would be into you- he learned his lesson with Ms. Phillips. But still, his tactic up until now when it came to people was to just walk up to them and say hi. If they wanted to fight him, well, he'd fight. He didn't make out with half the school by being shy.

So casually as he could, Jimmy strolled over to him, hand holding the flowers behind his back. Nonchalantly as he could, he tipped his head back.
"What's goin' on?"
Jimmy never said too much at first- not like he had much to say in the first place. But as far as he'd tested out with Preps, they were generally the ones who liked to do the talking. About their clothes, their bikes, their daddy issues... themselves in general.

What he did do was give Winston a bit of a once-over. Jimmy was pretty sure that he was dating Bif Taylor, but whatever. He'd kicked Bif's ass before, and he'd already dealt with this jealous lover bit with Johnny. Nothing he hadn't seen before.

Crap.

He tried to play it off as if he wasn't listlessly staring in to space all along. "Oh, hello, Hopkins. I am simply strolling around; my classes are concluded for the rest of the day, and quite frankly, I have nothing better to do!" If he and Bif were still dating, he'd probably wind up in his arms for the rest of the night, but that was just his nature. They both liked their beauty sleep, and would generally go to bed early.

But now that he was alone, he literally had nothing to do for the afternoon. Justin was too busy doing whatever he did with whatever boy he was toting around. Chad was out for the day, taking Chester to the Vet, oh, that forlorn look in his eyes... And Derby, well Derby was just a jackass who knew how to make Winston cry for fun. What a prat.

He noted that Hopkins was holding something behind his back, if he had to guess, it was flowers, either that or he dumped the ones he was rooting for on some girl, kissed her, then got another token of affection for who-knows-who. Jimmy was such a player, but for someone who had kissed practically everyone, well, he hadn't kissed Winston yet. "And how about you, James, what are you up to?"

Alright, no more cool Jimmy, it was time for suave Jimmy. He was glad he didn't know what he looked like, otherwise he was pretty sure he would hate himself. As several of the fashion mavens(Gord) around the school said, he should probably get at least a proper haircut before he became a self style Don Juan, but they seemed to forget that they were talking to a guy who cut his own hair. Salons were a waste of his money, especially since he had to spend most of money on new clothes since he was constantly ruining the ones he had. Such was the life of the token errand boy of Bullworth. But his mind was wandering again, he had to get back to the matter at hand.

"Same here, just walking. Oh, and I also picked these up for you."
He pulled the flowers from behind his back. Thank God they weren't rumpled yet, or else they would look pretty pathetic. But there was one more thing he needed to say.
"And just call me Jimmy."
That wasn't really flirting, he just hated being called Hopkins. It reminded him of Dr. Crabblesnitch. That and it made him feel like he was a rabbit on a children's television show, but it was hardly the time to bring that up to someone he was trying to hit on.

It was sweet, truly. A smile formed on his face from what seemed to be a monotonous down. "Why thank you. Bif never did this for me." He sighed. "That was really sweet of you, Jimmy." He took the flowers, holding them as if they were glass. Sure, he probably picked these ones fresh from the Girl's Dorm when he wasn't looking, but it was a nice sentiment. And they were absolutely gorgeous, the Girl's Dorm flowers were generally in peak condition, due to the system Bullworth had of making punished kids garden, mow, et cetera.

"I didn't even know you liked me, Ja--- Jimmy. We have never really spoken before." He felt himself getting a little nervous, heating up. The Hero of Bullworth was here, showing affection to him. While he wasn't in his social circle, for now, he didn't care. He was actually in pure disbelief. He'd seen Jimmy's lips on everyone, and then that sped up his mind to a mile a minute.

He didn't want Jimmy to take him for a tramp, to make out with him then just walk away, only to go on another "romantic" scene with another girl or guy. That would aggravate him to no end and probably make him sob for days.

Did? Did? Ah, shit. Winston had broken up with Bif. Now Jimmy had to be careful. Sure, he wasn't a saint, but he didn't want to have to break this guy out of Happy Volts because he screwed him up or something. Twice was enough to break someone out of an institution in Jimmy's life. Well, he supposed he should at least talk to the guy for a little bit first, make sure he went about this the right way. Besides, preps were all so princessy. You had to court them and stuff first- it was a nightmare trying to get Pinky to kiss him.

So he stayed natural, putting his hands in his pockets-January sucked in Bullworth.
"Never? Huh, he probably meant to, but forgot because I knocked him in the head too many times."
It was true- by now, most of the boys in the boxing club knew what it felt like to feel Jimmy's glove collide with their cheek. He couldn't say it wasn't satisfying; no matter how many times he did it, they always seemed so surprised.
He was sick of standing around, and he was freezing anyway, so Jimmy slipped his hand into Winston's and started walking. It was a bold move, but he didn't really care.
"You said you were taking a walk, I don't want to hold you up."
Jimmy absolutely refused to say stroll.

Biting his lip, he tried to smoothly dodge the fact that he really had never spoken to Winston before.
"You think I was going to leave you all alone?"
God, he was pretty good at this.

Jimmy's hand was oddly warm, just like he was acting. Winston actually found himself falling a little. The rumors of Jimmy didn't really live up to what he really was. He remembered Christy bragging to the whole school about how SHE and Jimmy had a GREAT make out session. And honestly, she would have divulged a lot more information, but he truly didn't care to listen. She was annoying, and her whole purpose was to spread slander and gossip about EVERYONE.

He was still trapped in utter disbelief for the most part, Jimmy was very suave, and a great gentleman. He couldn't believe it. He chuckled at his jest towards Bif. "Yeah, probably. Boxing was practically his life, pft, what do I care?" To be truthful, he was taking the break-up in stride for the most part. It was still incredibly awkward having to pass him to get in to the Harrington House, the words were just missing and they'd end up giving each other a cold stare.

"Heh, I mean, why do you think I don't even step in the ring? You're too tough." A flirtatious tone lingered on his every last word. He /loved/ tough guys. And Jimmy was tall (at least compared to himself) and as tough as they came, beating senior after junior. and claiming the spot as top dog. "And no, I didn't think you'd leave me alone."

All of the mushy stuff was making Jimmy nervous. But on the off-chance that he might get to kiss Winston Harrington, it could be worth it. Jimmy glanced over at him- how rare was it that he was talking to someone who was shorter than him?
He smirked a bit when Winston called him tough. That was one surefire way to get Jimmy happy- play at his ego. Of course, it may have been the whole reason that he had to basically fight for the existence of the school, but that was neither here nor there. If a preppie holding his hand was calling him tough, it had to be at least a little bit true.

"I'm sure you could take a hit. You got to learn to do that around here."
Suddenly an idea came into Jimmy's head and he stopped walking. He let go of Winston's hand and took a few steps back.
"You could probably box just fine. All you've got to do is hold your hands like this-"
Not too roughly he grabbed Winston's wrists and held one on either side of his head.
"Just stay like this and cover your face. Give a minute to let 'em get tired before you throw any major hits."

Now, Jimmy was relatively close to Winston, but tried to read his face just as well as he could. He wasn't going to kiss him if he was freaked out by the whole mini-lesson.

"Oh, I have some form." He retorted, not in a rude manner, of course. "I'm just very frail, I could probably throw in a punch, sure." He noted rather quickly that Jimmy was nearing his face, he could inhale the other boy's aroma, it was closer than he'd like... But, being that he wasn't afraid to be close to other boys, he didn't say anything.

"However, thanks for the lesson, I suppose this way, it'd be easier to block and then counter any hits. A valuable addition to my form."

Winston was smiling, it was that kind of smile that said 'I'm happy to be with you.', that kind of smile that assumed that one had broken his loneliness. Ever since his break with Bif, he really had been spending too much time alone; it was flattering that Jimmy was paying so much attention to him, although a lingering sense of doubt still existed. Did he just want that kiss he was so famous for being able to receive? The thought upset him slightly, but he didn't let it show.

Was he just going to be a number?

Of course Winston had form, anyone who was forced to spend any amount of time with the preppies was kind of forced to join or die of boredom. Jimmy knew that firsthand, he was just trying to get closer. He rolled his eyes a little, but smiled and kept talking.
"Hey, don't trash on yourself being small, I'm five foot four and I kicked the whole school's ass, didn't I?"
Enough of the small talk, though. Jimmy slid his hands up from Winston's wrists to his hands, weaving his own fingers through Winston's.

Winston seemed happy enough, and at least he could count on a big chance of not getting punched. Smirking a little bit, Jimmy used his personal favorite line.
"Hey, you've got something on your lips."
He leaned into Winston and kissed him. It was a nice change not to stand on his tiptoes when he kissed someone, guy or girl. No matter how many people he kissed, it was always slightly emasculating to look up to someone when you were making out with them. And you have to love kissing preppy boys- it had all great things about kissing a guy with the added bonus of the personal hygiene far beyond that of the average high school guy.

He felt alive, simply put. Whenever Bif kissed him it felt more obligatory, and more quick as a result. Jimmy locked lips with him for what felt like an eternity. He held hands with Jimmy, tilting his head slightly to get a different angle, and perhaps, to get a little naughty? He found himself slipping his tongue inside the other boy as a result of this closeness. And from what people said about him, it was rather surprising to find out he tasted pretty good, like mint mouth wash.

So it was very apparent that he didn't want to punch Jimmy. The boy was nice, after what he did to Derby and the other Preps, he was concerned. But hey, it all turned out okay. And he couldn't recall Jimmy beating him once. Fuck Derby, fuck the rest of them. The king of the school just kissed him.

He pulled way, taking his tongue out, a string of both of the boys' saliva linking the two until it stretched too far and just fell apart. "Wow... that was... fantastic!" He exclaimed with glee, still holding Jimmy's hands. Part of him didn't want to let go.

Stuck in an endless loop of boredom, Zack began to just coast around every part of Bullworth Academy. He stumbled down the steps in front of the main building and looked around. [Library, Parking Lot, or Dorm], he thought. He got so deep in thought he forgot what he was even thinking about and eventually he decided to simply go to his room and call it a night. Turning right, he faced the dorm, and started down the sidewalk. But before he reached the steps, he saw something that simply baffled him.

Winston Harrington, preppiest of all the preps, locking lips with the roughest and toughest "bad boy" in the school, Jimmy Hopkins. He was more confused then he'd ever been. First, he was positive that Winston was dating Bif, same person who's ass was kicked by Jimmy early in the second year. Second, why would prissy, stuck-up Winston want anything to do with what the Preps would call a "person of lesser blood"?

He didn't know what to do. He simply stood there by the dorm steps, staring. Kind of creepy, he was aware. But Zack simply couldn't look away.

Winston smelled so much better than Eunice, and unlike some people he could speak to in the school, knew how to put his tongue in someone's mouth without it turning into a high-octane speed plunger. Resting his hands on Winston's waist, as Winston told him the kiss was fantastic, he smiled, raising an eyebrow cockily- yeah, he was pretty good kisser. With all his practice, he should be, shouldn't he? And Jimmy just totally kissed a Harrington. He'd kiss Derby if it weren't for the whole "volatile bitch" thing, and also the whole "probably at least eighty percent straight" thing. But Winston was better, fit nicer in his arms, and actually seemed like an okay guy, if not a little girlish.

"You know it baby, I-"
But then Jimmy stopped for a moment, catching someone in the corner of his eye. Was that Gary's little brother? Noticeably hardening up, Jimmy glared at Zack. Categorically, he just didn't trust anyone in that whole family. That was a pretty steep thing for Jimmy, considering he just had swapped saliva genetically connecting to Derby Harrington. Sure, he wasn't going to rip the guy's face off or anything, but the last thing he needed was some kid lurking around giving his probably still-psycho brother tips on trying to stage a coup on the entire student body again. Why else would he be spying on Jimmy? Jimmy figured he should probably just scare him away.
"What're you looking at?"
He stepped in front of Winston a little, trying not to get him involved if this turned into anything.

His idiotic and somewhat creepy staring at the two backfired as Jimmy, who spotted Zack, called him out. Shit, shit. What do I do now? Zack had a inner disposition towards Jimmy. Something about that squinting expression and the rude personality just irritated him. He wanted to fight him, even knowing he didn't stand a chance. He thinks because my brother had a mental problem, my entire family was "bad". Granted it was. Zack glared back at Jimmy without moving. It was like a Wild West Standoff.

"Just lookin', don't get crazy, Hopkins."