FOP Sins of the Godfather 1

Timmy's P.O.V.
I gulped as I looked at the high school looming in front of me. First day of being a Freshman, and already I was scared. Cosmo and Wanda had to go to Fairy World for God-knows-what-reason, so I was all by myself. No magic. No wishes. I had to have a normal, magic-less day. I felt sweat beading my forehead.
As I walked into the building, I saw cliques everywhere. All pretty cliché, too. There were the jocks, laughing loudly at lame jokes. The popular girls stood by the lockers, replacing their already perfect makeup and giggling. I felt my heart throb painfully as I saw Trixie Tang among them.
Then there were the emo kids. They weren't smiling and wore all sorts of colors. The goths huddled nearby, glaring at the emo kids. In all black, they stood out pretty well. The pot heads were laughing over disgusting crack-filled accidents. Prostitutes winked at me and some even motioned me to come over.  "C'mere, cutie," a red head cooed. I looked forward and walked quickly. I felt their angry glares pierce my skull.
Nerds even glared at me. "Am I that unpopular?!" I angrily snapped.
"As a matter of fact, you are," AJ grinned as he caught up to me. "It's okay though. Chester and I are on the same popularity level as you."
"Speaking of which, where is Ches?" I asked.
AJ thought for a moment. "I think he said he'd be late. Braces."
"Ah." We both knew how often Chester had to get his braces tightened.
AJ whipped out his schedule and adjusted his brand-new glasses. "We need to see if we have classes together."
I pulled my own schedule out, and discovered we had not quite the same classes. As AJ began to ramble about how much gym class was gonna suck for him, I opened my locker and disappointedly looked around. I wished AJ and I knew more people. By now, Sanjay and Elmer had wandered over. AJ and Chester were my best friends. Sanjay and Elmer? Only Sanjay, really.
I looked around and ignored Elmer's whining of how he only had one class with us and gasped. A girl I had ever seen was walking down the hallway, looking at locker numbers. I admit it, she was almost as pretty as Trixie!
"Hello? Buddy?" AJ asked as he waved a hand in front of my face. "What are you looking at?"
"Her," I simply replied, pointing to the girl.
AJ readjusted his glasses. "Oh, her. She's my new neighbor, Kaelah."
"Kaelah." She definitely looked like a Kaelah.
"Kaelah!!" AJ suddenly called, snapping me out of my little dreamy haze.
"What are you doing?!" I hissed.
"I'm gonna talk to her, duh?" He waved Kaelah over. She looked relieved as she hurried over.
"Oh, thank GOD. A familiar face." She bit her lip.
"Find your locker yet?" AJ asked, pointing at Kaelah's paper.
She looked up at the one next to mine. "Yep." She quickly opened it.
"Kaelah, this is my good friend Timmy. Timmy, this is Kaelah," he hastily said as he shoved me in front of her.
"Er… Hi." I shyly waved.
She smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Timmy."
"Uhm… what classes do you have?" I asked.
She looked at her schedule, then showed me. "A lot of boring ones. How 'bout you?"
I showed her my own schedule. "Oh, we have all of the same classes!" she smiled happily. "Awesome! I know another person!"
I laughed. "Tell me about it."
"Wow, the dweebs found a chick who actually talks to them." I gasped and turned around. It was Chad and Tad! I hadn't seen them since seventh grade!
They had two of the popular chicks hanging on their arms. "Why are you even standing near them, Chad?" the blonde purred.
Tad grabbed Kaelah's arm. "Come hang with us, babe. You'll be a lot more popular."
Kaelah yanked her arm out of his grasp. "No thanks," she replied in a deadly tone.
Chad slipped his arm around her. "Oh, come on. Ditch these losers."
"No." Kaelah shoved him away and stood by me and AJ. "I like this crowd better. It doesn't scream 'Strip Club.'"
Chad and Tad glared at us guys as if it was our fault that she liked us better. I glared right back. "She said no, guys. Leave her alone."
"Shut up, Turner!" Chad yelled as he shoved me into the lockers.
"Shove off!" AJ hollered as he pushed Chad. Tad hit him in the gut. A few other guys that hung out with Tad and Chad came over and joined in as Sanjay and Elmer helped us out.
I was stuck fighting Tad. He was pretty strong! He punched me in the mouth, then grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face into a wall. I fell back, dazed and wielding a bleeding lip.
"That's enough!" a voice yelled. I looked up. A teacher was standing above us.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath.
It was Mr. Crocker. Hafta say, four years without me improved his physical appearance. But he still looked close enough to his old self that I could recognize him easily.
He roughly yanked me to my feet, then proceeded to yank Chad off of a reeling AJ. I winced. His glasses were cracked, and his nose and lip were bleeding. He apparently got the worst of the fight.
"I expect better from Cashmere High students!" Mr. Crocker growled. "This is shameful!" He squinted. "I'll see all of you in gym class. That's when I'll-"
"What!?" I hollered. "You teach gym!?"
"Four years without hunting your Fairies meant I needed something to occupy myself with. I chose gym class!" He grinned. "It's a much more effective way to deliver pain and humiliation!"
We all gulped. Even Tad and Chad looked nervous.
Mr. Crocker grinned. "You'll get your punishment there." He pointed in the direction of the main office. "For now, you and Bloody Brains over here get to the nurse." He walked off. Chad and Tad stalked off with their posse. I realized then that Elmer and Sanjay barely had anything on them; they didn't even look like they had fought, with the exception of a few cuts.
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I walked into the gym by myself. AJ didn't have 3rd period with me, and Ches had texted me with, "Dentist taking forever. Won't make it til end of 3rd." So naturally, I was scared. Considering how awful this day had gone, I was not in the mood for Crocker.
After quickly changing into my uniform, which consisted of a white shirt and red basketball shorts, I timidly stood with the other misfits. A group of girls stood near me, giggling and pointing at various others. I made sure they didn't see me.
With a loud blow of his whistle, Crocker stood in front of us. "Attention!" He glared at the giggling girls. "I said ATTENTION!!" The girls jumped and fell silent. "There. Now, since it's day one and I didn't really feel like teaching any sports, we're playing dodgeball with the upper classmen."
"What!?" I yelled.
"You heard me, Turner. Now! All of you against the wall!"
We nervously stood against it, waiting for the upperclassmen to come in. When they did, I think about three kids wet their pants.
The guys were huge, muscle-wise or height-wise; it didn't matter, they were just big guys. The girls looked just as sporty, some looking girlier. Every one of them had smug looks on their faces, with a lot of the guys yelling things like "You gonna lose!" or "Prepare to get raped!"
The coach walked in, a short, burly woman in her mid-thirties. She looked just as cruel as Crocker.
After the upperclassmen lined up opposite us, Crocker and the other coach threw dodgeballs out. I looked around. Some of the guys in my class were throwing insults back at the upperclassmen, but most were silent.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!! "GO!" Crocker yelled.
There was a frenzy of running, barely giving me any time to find cover. I jumped over a ball, then automatically jumped to my left. "What the hell!!" I snapped at a girl. She shrugged and chucked another one. I bent backwards, Matrix style—then fell over.
"Timmy, get up!" Kaelah, who I forgot existed, tugged me to my feet. "You're gonna get killed if you lay on the floor like that!"
"I almost got killed standing up!" I wearily snapped back.
"Tim—OHSWEETMOTHEROFGOD!!" I turned to see Chester catching a ball just before it nailed him in the nuts. "WHAT THE HELL!! THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DAMAGING!" he shouted, chucking it at the guy who threw it. It got him out, and he just laughed.
"Ches!" I smiled. "I thought you wouldn't be here til the end of class!"
"Dr. Bender wasn't there, so his partner came in instead," he replied. "A lot nicer of a guy. I told him that he needs to just replace Dr. Bender."
"Oh, well that's coo—You don't have your braces." I blinked as I forced open his mouth.
"Ow!" he yelped, smacking my hands away. "Yes, I got them off. My x-rays were perfectly fine."
"Good. You look better."
He glowered at me.
PHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—"What's that noi—AH!!" I shrieked. "Ball coming at my face!! Must… Dodge!!"
THWUMP.
I looked in surprise at the girl who caught it in front of me. She swung her arm and chucked it into some dude's crotch. "Take that, ya asshole!" she hollered triumphantly. She turned to me and Ches. "Geez. Way to pay attention."
Ches and I looked at each other, then back at her. "Thanks," Ches mumbled.
"You're welcome. So," she began, chucking another ball, "I'm Abbi."
"Ches," I replied, pointing at him. "Kaelah." I pointed at her. "And I'm Timmy."
"Bottom of the Popularity Food-Chain, huh?" Abbi grinned.
I frowned. "How the hell did you know that?"
"Well, considering what Trixie said…"
"Hold up," Ches interrupted, "You know Trixie?"
"Well, yeah," Abbi replied. "We were friends back in third grade."
"Oh." He thought for a minute. "Wait… She actually talks to you, right?"
Abbi rolled her eyes. "Yes. We've always been on the same popularity level."
"Again, oh."
She chuckled. "Look, just start getting to know more popular kids. You'll rise up the chain pretty fast."
"Do you count as one?" I asked.
"Sure. I count as one."
"Gail! Whatcha doin' with them?" called Veronica, one of Trixie's B.F.F.s and head cheerleader.
"Being friendly, Ronnie!" Abbi called back, instantly putting on a fake smile. "They're not that uncool!"
"Hey," I warned.
"Really?" Veronica came over. "Oh, wait! I, like, totally know you guys!" She grinned. "You were, like, not cool in elementary." She eyed Ches. "But now…"
"Easy, cougar," Abbi chided. I saw her look rather annoyed for a second before that was replaced with a disapproving look. "Ronnie, your nose is shiny."
"AAIEE!!" she shrieked, running to the bathroom.
Abbi sighed. "Works every time."
Ches grinned. "Glad you did that." He shivered. "Ugh. Out of all the girls in this school, Veronica is one of the few I do not want checking me out."
I snickered. "Oo, Ches still doesn't like girls?"
"Shut up!" he snapped, his face reddening.
"Dudes are WEIRD," Abbi muttered under her breath.
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Kaelah's P.O.V.
I was frowning as I dressed myself in a bathroom stall. I hated gym. With a passion. It had to be equivelent to at least 500 suns. At. Least.
"I didn't know Timmy and Chester still existed," I heard Trixie Tang say as she walked past the stalls.
I froze as Abbi's voice entered the bathroom as well. "They're actually pretty cool."
"I guess. I dunno about Chester. He always avoided girls…"
"And Timmy?"
"Madly in love with me."
Abbi snorted. "Trix, who isn't?"
"You."
"And I plan to keep it that way, sis."
Trixie giggled. "I know you aren't lesbo. And I'm not either." I heard the sound of hair spray. "So nothing's gonna happen between us."
"Mm-hm." Perfume reached my nose. "So, are you still up for that video game sesh at my house?"
"Depends. What game?"
"Call of Duty Death Ops."
"Oo, yes!"
I inwardly snickered. Trixie, the most makeup-covered, cleavage-revealing princess at the school played zombie games?
"Trix, can I confide something in you?" Abbi sudenly asked.
"Of course. What's up?"
"I might actually have a crush…"
"Oh my goodness, really!?" Trixie squealed.
"Yes, really!" Abbi chuckled.
"Who!?"
But before Abbi could respond, a group of girls walked in. I frowned, disappointed that I lost a piece of information.