Jimmy's POV

"Mr. Sullivan." spoke my English teacher, breaking me out of scribbling away at a sketch in my book. "Since you seem so engrossed in your work, I'm sure you won't mind sharing it with the rest of us?"



I sighed, rising from my seat and sauntering to the front of the class. My classmates eyed me expectantly. We were supposed to be working on our own original poetry, but everything I wrote was usually written with the intention of later being turned into song lyrics for mine Brian's band; Pinkly Smooth.

I cleared my throat, reading out aloud the scrawlings I'd made on the page; "Lately he's been shaking all night, and I wonder how they could have let you die. Hold on strong and behold from the life you leave behind. This could be catastrophic mind pollution, what you had was real to me..."

The bell signalling the end of class rang, and students shot to their feet, scurrying out of class. I shut my book with a scowl, walking back over to my desk to pack my things away. I slung my bag over my shoulder and left the room. Brian was waiting outside for me, pressing a folded square of toilet paper against his chin. His long hair was its usual disheveled mess, and he looked tense.

"You okay?" I asked, narrowing my eyebrows in concern.
He eased the toilet paper away from his chin, exposing a clean cut that was slowly seeping blood.
"Dude, what happened?"
"Newton." he grunted, following me down the hallway to the cafeteria. "I owe her money, and I have until the end of the day to pay up."
"Is this about those tabs you scored a few weeks back?" I sighed, shaking my head in disapproval. "I told you not to deal with her, she's psychotic."
"It's a little bit late for I told you so, Jimmy."

We made our way to the cafeteria and filled our lunch trays before taking a seat at one of the tables. I spotted Chloe Newton sitting with her cronies on the other side of the room, stabbing at the table with her pocket knife as she carved profanties into its surface.

Newton had a reputation for rebellion and criminal activity. She'd been busted selling drugs on campus more times than I could count, but was always let off with a slap on the wrist. Mostly due to the fact she was given special treatment for having lost her father just a couple of years ago. Prior to his death, she'd been somewhat of a model student, and was favoured among the school's faculty.

"Dude, stop staring." Brian hissed. "Don't give her any more excuses to be pissed off."
"What're you gonna do about this money situation?" I asked him.
"I don't know." he replied, shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. "Sell my guitar... again..."
"Brian..." I frowned.
"What other choice do I have?" he huffed, dropping his fork on the table. "It's either that, or get my ass kicked to the curb again."
"You know I can help."
"No, not again." Brian shook his head. "You're gonna completely gut your college fund if you keep bailing me out every time I land myself in shit."
"You and I both know I'm not planning on going to college anyway." I replied. "As long as I have at least a few hundred left by the time high school's over, I'll be content."
"Dude, no." he urged.
"I'm not watching you get beaten again." I pushed, rising from my chair.
"Jimmy!" Brian called after me as I made my way over to Chloe's table, but I ignored him.

"So." I spoke, pulling out my wallet as I reached Chloe's table. "How much does Brian owe you?"
Chloe simply scowled at me.
"Two hundred?" I guessed, dropping a pile of bills in front of her. "Three hundred?"
She huffed in response, which I took as a Yes.
"Pleasure doing business with you." I smirked, flipping my wallet shut and sliding it into my back pocket.
"You gonna bail your boyfriend out every time he fails to pay me?" she remarked.
"You know what?" I knelt down beside her. "You may have everyone else around you fooled, girlie, but I see right through your little act."
"Do you, now?"
"I know you're only into this shit because you have Daddy issues, and it's kind-of sad, how everyone coddles you, just because you're broken." I continued. "If I were him, wherever he may be in the great beyond, I'd be disgusted."
She didn't reply.
"That's what I thought." I said, straightening up. "Poor Sad Chloe, trying to act tough, when everyone knows you're just a damaged little girl."

I spun on my heel and began to walk away, and heard the scrape of metal on the floor. Before I even had a moment to act; a skinny pair of arms had wrapped around my neck, and a weight crashed against my back, knocking me to the ground. I rolled over onto my back, and Chloe's hand smacked me across the cheek.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING, ABOUT WHO I AM!" she screeched, lashing out at me again. "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOW I FEEL!"

I cried out as she scratched the side of my face, and grabbed her wrists. She struggled against my grasp, and I managed to push her off of me. I scrambled to my feet, and she made to launch herself at me once more, but was held back by Jesse, who had only just rushed over. She struggled against him as his arms hooked around hers and held her in place.

"SULLIVAN! NEWTON!" came the booming voice of Principal Wells as he came storming into the cafeteria. "MY OFFICE! NOW!"

Notes

So, updates for this might be slow, as I made the mistake of starting yet ANOTHER fanfic when I already have three others going - two of which I've neglected for months. Broken Arrow is my main focus right now as I would like to try and have it finished by the end of 2017.

But, I hope you guys are enjoying this so far, however short the updates might be. I tried to design that little page out of Jimmy's book to look like it belonged in Life Is Strange, since the game is a big influence on this story. I'm still not 100% on where this plot is going, but I have a rough idea.

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