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Bif Taylor: 19, Darce Montgomery, 6 ft 5
AN:
Hi, everyone. It has been a couple of months since I wrote for this fic and posted it. I need to reread and edit some of the other chapters because they have a couple of errors. I also like to add locations to my fics. Would you like me to add a chapter song to it?
October 31st, 2009
11:23 AM
Dance Studio at Bullworth Academy, Bullworth, New Hampshire
Bif Taylor wasn't the smartest student at Bullworth. He had too many concussions. Thank god his family had connections to get him through school with a 3.5 GPA through cheat sheets or people taking tests for him.
He knew this, but it didn't bother him. He wanted to be a pro-MMA fighter. However, he did pride himself on being a good friend. He wishes he could remember his friendship with Pete and Gary. Jimmy was so intent on protecting and vindicating Pete that it freaked him out he couldn't help out or recall any clues.
Jimmy let Pete have his space, but he sicked another dog on him. Johnny is busy finding out about Jace's paternity. So he went to his third-hand man, good ol' Bif Taylor.
First, he had to search for Pete. He checked the library, then the dorms, and finally, the dance room. Many people should have realized that Bullworth had a dance class, but it was hidden behind the school auditorium.
Peter didn't have to look in the mirror to know he was being watched. He could feel it as he practiced his plies. He aimed toward the door and ended off to catch the person spying on him, "Bif?" Pete asked, watching the redhead flinch.
"Uh... Hi Petey, I was strolling by..."
"Strolling to where?" Pete raised an eyebrow as there wasn't much to do back here who wasn't in the drama club or dance class. "Did Jimmy hire you to watch me or fuck me?" Pete asked, and Bif flinched as Pete never really was known for being a cusser or that direct.
"No... well, he didn't hire me," Bif said, not wanting to lie, "he is just really worried about you, Pete,"
"I don't need a babysitter," Peter huffed, storming back into the dance room.
"You dance pretty," Bif said, a little speechless, as Peter plopped down on the floor, reaching in his duffle bag for his water bottle.
"No, it wasn't. I was too stiff... I need to stretch more," Peter muttered, wanting to give Jimmy peace of his mind. Jimmy was in a very vulnerable state right now because of his mother, so he would have just let it go. "Tell me what else he said, Bif," Peter said, beginning his stretch routine again.
"He... is pretty adamant about discovering what happened to you... I don't remember what happened to you if I even knew," Bif sat beside him. Outside of the ring, Bif was a gentle giant toward other people he knew couldn't beat him in a fight, plus he enjoyed Petey over the years. "I'm sorry," Bif said. Seeing Jimmy not letting this go bothered Peter. He wasn't one to lie to people.
"It's fine... I don't know why that big oaf won't let this go. What is he up to now?" Peter huffed.
"He is trying to figure out how to get on the third floor of Bullworth and why it is off limits," Bif said, and Pete gasped, widening his eyes, "So it's true... there is a third floor?"
"You don't remember?" Pete raised his eyebrow, and Bif shook his head.
"Had too many concussions, not too great with memories anymore..." Bif said, "What happened?"
"You're going to have to find out with Jimmy," Pete muttered and started to do a kneeling quad stretch, and Bif quickly jumped in to help. What are you doing?"
"You don't have the right form. I don't want you to pull something," Bif said as he repositioned Pete. There, go on," Biff said, placing a hand on the lower of his back. Pete blushed as he felt the large hands supporting him in the stretch. It did feel nice. Has he been doing the wrong stretch all this time?
"Thank you..." Pete said, and Bif smiled and nodded.
"Show me the other stretches you do," Bif asked, and Pete nodded, laying down to do reclined hamstring stretches.
Bif placed his hands on Pete as much as possible, holding down his thighs and helping him stretch. He showed Pete new stretches, but I was fascinated by how flexible and limber Pete was.
"You're so tiny," Bif chuckled, and Pete rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Pete said, propping himself on Bif to stand up. He did some back and arm stretches before feeling good enough to continue dancing.
"Are you coming to Darby's Halloween Party?" Bif asked.
"No, I am volunteering at the carnival," Pete said, "after that, I am pretty much just going to come back here and practice for the benefit tomorrow,"
"Carnival?" Bif raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, looking down at Pete while he was doing a warm-up dance. "Benefit? What benefit? I thought football games were on Fridays?"
"It's not a football benefit," Pete said patiently, as this happened so often; if people knew about Dance, they didn't keep up with the events. "It's a Dance function that people come to and donate so we can put on the Nutcracker in December,"
"Ugh... that mandatory lame-ass—" Bif started but then saw Pete's disappointed face in the mirror. "Great, awesome show that everyone has to go to? How fun!" He tried to save himself.
"To answer your question about volunteering at the Carnival, it's the only time of the year I can hang out with the people in the Freak Show," Pete explained, "I would never go to Derby Harrington's party; he is an asswipe..."
Bif was about to continue to ramble and dig him in a deeper hole, but that's when Pete's phone chimed in his bag. Like every other boy in Bullworth Bif didn't have much respect for privacy, so eh walked over to accept the message.
"Shit!" Pete would have caught this if he wasn't in the middle of a complicated practice routine; by the time he lept at Bif, he had already seen the message. Pete widened his eyes as Bif raised his eyebrow and caught him; the wrestler's hand was fit just at the swell of his ass cheek.
"Why is your 'Daddy' sending you a cock pic?" Bif said, and Pete freaked out as Bif started to scroll up, "Holy shit... and why did you send back pictures of fat asses," Bif asked, and by the look of embarrassment on Pete's face and the fact that his hand was on the subject in question. "Fuck... is golden boy Pete Kowalski sexting with someone?"
"Bif, give me back my phone!" Pete quickly tried to hop up, but Bif grabbed him and held him. He was still trying to reach for the phone.
"I might not be on the Dean's List, but given that you still have that Lady Bug phone and a second burner phone, I am going to guess this isn't actually your dad. It is a cover for Gary, right?"
"Please don't tell Jimmy, he will freak out," Pete whined.
"Oh, Petey, don't you trust me?" Bif said he was making a face that didn't quite put him at any ease. "I will keep this a secret from Jimmy if you come to Derby's party, that is," Bif said, and Pete glared up at the prep.... what an asshole.
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12:23 PM
Yum Yum Market, Bullworth, New Hampshire
"Welcome to Yum Yum Market... how can I put the fun in your yum yum?" Gary said, extremely bored. Adulting was such a foolish thing to do in such a small town. Even though he lived in a halfway house, he still had to pay his legal bills. He currently had three jobs, so he barely had any free time.
"Hello, Gary," Jimmy said with his arms crossed. Gary raised an eyebrow and looked up. Yet he kept his head propped up by his hand, bored. At least, this was thrilling. Pete was still practicing for the benefit, so he couldn't text or call him.
"Well... if it isn't the man who ruined my life," Gary said with a sarcastic smile while flipping through the porno magazine. "Do you need chocolates for your period?"
"Cut the shit, Gary... I am here in peace, for now," Gary said.
"Thats amazing," Gary yawned.
"I need your help," Jimmy said, making Gary flinch. What could Jimmy possibly want from him?
"If it's the way into Pete's panties, then you can fuck off," Gary said with a little grit, getting off on Jimmy, trying his best not to jump over the counter and kill him.
"I spoke to Principle Hawthrone," Jimmy said, and Gary held his flinch; he hadn't heard that name in years. "He said after what happened to you and Pete that there is no wonder that you are such a psychopath,"
"How sweet. I continue to live in your mind rent-free." Gary's tone was snarky, but Jimmy could tell this rattled him.
"I know you're probably not going to tell me what happened, so I just need to know how to get to the 3rd floor at Bullworth,"
"Yeah, I know how to get up there. I just stole some items up there to pawn off," Gary said, "What's in it for me? And if you say anything but fucking Pete's brains out, then your wasting your time."
"What about a 100-dollar bill?" Jimmy said, pulling one out from his wallet. Gary grabbed it from him and held it up at the light to ensure it was real.
"Youre got yourself a deal, Jimmy, my man," Gary winked at Jimmy; meet me at the Hole. The Teachers are going to be too drunk to care about breaking," Gary said, and Jimmy glared at him. "Don't worry, James, this time the Hole isn't a setup," Gary said with a shit-eating smirk and this unsettled Bullworths Bulldog.
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