Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Bebop High ❯ Chapter Three revised ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

At this point anything could be happening to Julia *evil grin* and anything could be happening between certain people >.> >.> >.> Not saying any names.... WELL now! Let’s get on with the story, shall we?Bebop Highby Setryochi* * *Faye eyed him suspiciously, he was exceptionally well at this game. She wasn’t bad herself, but cards were more her style. Not that she didn’t intend to win this. Oh no way in hell would she let him win. Not with the bet looming overhead of course. She was nobody’s bitch, especially a spoiled, puffy-haired, bitch-boy like him!Spike eyed her intently, she was pretty good... For a girl. But obviously no match for his skills. He definitely wanted to win. No way would he lose to a crybaby, whiney-assed GIRL! He was nobody’s whipping boy and he was going to prove that.Each of them took their rightful turns knocking the balls around on the table. They were both good and neither was willing to give up or show weakness. Both were stubborn and skilled and had way too much pride. They’re egos could have filled the room if such a thing were solid.“Why don’t you just give up?” Spike asked leaning against the table. If he leaned far enough back he got a pretty nice glimpse of cleavage. Not that he was looking or anything. (*Cough* no of course not!)Faye was busy concentrating on her move. She leaned over the table positioning her stick just right. She looked back noticing some men eyeing her, she wiggled her hips just for some amusement. She smiled knowing they were watching and enjoying. It was wonderful to be attractive, especially when you could get such reactions from people. She made her shot, it was pure sweetness watching the ball roll right into the corner pocket where she wanted it.They played for quite a while neither wanting to be ether’s slave. The deal had been made in the middle of the game when they started having some fun. Neither had forgotten what Spike did, but they didn’t speak of it. Besides, the past was the past right? The game would be over soon and each watched and waited with anticipation. Spike made his shot, in fact he made all of them except maybe a few. Now it was Faye’s turn and the stakes seemed high. She took her shot and it seemed like things would be all right.“Gah!” her elbow slipped, “No!” she watched helplessly as the solid ball rolled like a snail on the pavement and only managed to make it as far as the middle of the table. She closed her eyes in defeat. She was so close. She slowly let her head sink to the table.
All Spike had left to do was the "8" ball. He stepped up and hunched over readying himself. He grinned, "corner pocket," he said nodding to one side. Poking the ball everyone watched as it rolled, as if in slow motion, to the pocket he had called. Faye grimaced. Spike walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, “It’s ok Faye,” would he be nice enough to let her go? She lifted her head with the hopes of freedom.“I think I could enjoy this.”“Somebody get me a drink over here!” she slammed her fist on the table. She was going to need that drink. Spike grinned to himself, life wasn’t that bad. ‘Julia will come back one day, I can wait,’ he thought. He wrapped a sarcastic arm around Faye’s shoulders and lifted her slouching form off the pool table. “Ya’ know you want me,” he taunted. She just glared at him. “I see you aren’t objecting to it,” he laughed.SMACK!“You bastard! I hate you! I can’t stand to be near your worthless- ER!” She stomped with frustration and walked out of the pool hall to head home. Spike stood there, “She hit me,” he droned.Faye walked out onto the street. She shivered as the cool air brushed her skin and seemed to paint a picture on her small body with goosebumps. She rubbed at her arms involuntarily, when did it become so cold? She felt someone following close behind, she didn’t turn around, she didn’t want them to think she was nervous or afraid. When a hand touched her shoulder she turned around quickly throwing a high punch. Damn, she missed and a hand came out and grasped her wrist. She looked up to see a smirking Spike. Boy would she do anything to wipe that clear off his stupid face! Glaring daggers at him she jerked away and turned to continue walking.“Faye wait!” he called gripping her hand again.She turned to him, “You had me walk all the way to your house and you left!” she tried to pull away again but he only tightened his grip.“Faye, I didn’t mean to, Vicious called after I hung up with you and asked me to go out. It’s rough right now and I needed to get out,” just apologize.She gritted her teeth, “Rough?! Ha! You don’t know what that is living in your big house and having so many friends! I don’t even understand how anybody could like such a stuck up bastard such as yourself!”“What’s that supposed to mean?! You don’t know anything about me or my life!” how could he be angry at her after what he did?“You’re right! And I don’t want to know!” she turned and started walking away again.He stood there weighing his cons and pros. Damn, the project, damn... she hates me... Damn, isn’t she supposed to be my slave? GAH!“Faye wait!” he ran up to her again. “Look I’m sorry!” he said quickly.She stopped but didn’t turn around, “What did you say?” she was going to rub this in for sure.“I’m sorry,” he sighed defeatedly. She may not have won the pool game but she was planning on winning this. She turned around to face him, “You mean it?”“Uh...” sigh, “Yeah.”“She patted his head, “Good boy.”He grabbed her hand and brought her close to him so he could look into her eyes, “Just because I said sorry doesn’t mean I’m not holding you to the deal you’ve made.” She stared in disbelief, he was something else. This guy didn’t know when he was on someone’s last nerve. Or maybe he did and was enjoying it. She looked away.“So, as my first command,” he started proudly. She looked at him wondering what it could be. “I demand you let me,” he stalled, “Walk you home.” She sighed, he’d see it sooner or later right? She looked up at him and half smiled. She started to walk away for the millionth time.“What’re you doing?”“As I’m told,” was her only answer.He caught on and followed suit.* * *"Why do you want to walk me home?” Faye walked casually with her eyes downcast.“Why’s it such a problem?” Spike questioned.“I can take care of myself ya’ know!”“I know, I just wanna see your house.”Faye grumbled, ‘I don’t want anyone to see my house.’ She looked at him, “Can’t you see it another time?” she whined.“For the past few days you’ve been to my house. You give me all sorts of excuses. This time you have to let me see you’re house.” He knew she was hiding something, but what could be so bad about her house? They turned the corner of 10th St. and Magnolia. Spike looked around and seen the buildings were starting to look old and run down. Papers, candy wrappers, even disgarded clothing littered the streets. He wondered how the clothing came to lying torn and dirty on the ground. He also noted Faye wasn’t being cocky and she was staring at the ground an awful lot.“Anything wrong?”Faye looked up, “Huh?”“Anything wrong?” he repeated.“No, nothing’s wrong,” she looked at him with glassy eyes. Faye found herself in deep thought about what to do. Her eyes became comfortable with staring at the ground and she found it very hard to blink. It felt weird and good at the same time. She could lead him to another house and pretend like it was her own, but what if he wanted to meet the family? Or what if the people that really lived in that house stumbled upon them? Then what would she do? Faye sighed aloud as they came nearer and nearer to their destination.Spike tried to make conversation, “So how long before we reach your house?” “Not long,” was her tiny reply.He grumbled, ‘what’s up with this chick? She on her cycle or something? Damn, it must be this way all the time. I’d hate to live with those damned mood swings of hers. She’s like a cheerleader one minute and then the next she’s like one of those depressed, gothic chicks. I don’t get women at all. I’m not sure I wanna know them either.Faye led them down two more streets. She walked past a small jiffy store with Spike in toe. It was dark behind the jiffy store, the street lights seemed to be broken. Spike looked around and noticed a sign that read “Shadow Lane Trailor Park.” He cocked an eyebrow, ‘Is Faye trying to stall by walking through here?’ The slim girl walked by the sign, she was still thinking hard. “Spike?” she turned on her heel.“Yeah?”“You can’t tell anyone about this,” she paused, “It’s not my choice to live here.”“Hm?” ‘Live here? She lives in a trailor?’ He eyed her suspiciously.“Don’t laugh, we aren’t poor, my um..” she cleared her thorat, “Parents think that it’s easier to live here.”“So this is why you never wanted to study at your house?” He felt kind of bad, he wasn’t sure why but he knew Faye wasn’t telling everything.“Yeah,” she looked to the ground.“Not such a bad place, which one do you live in?” he asked trying to lighten the mood.“Number 5, this one here,” she walked to the third trailor on the right side of the road. “My wonderful palace, isn’t it great?” she smiled sarcastically.Spike walked over and looked the mobile home over. It was small and aluminum. Or maybe it was some other sort of different metal. Whatever, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Faye walked up the few steps to the door, “Anything else ‘Master?’” she laughed.“Faye?” the door opened and Faye stepped back sighing loudly. Spike watched and studied. “Where have you been Faye?” a small woman with red hair opened the door enough to peek her head out. It was too dark to really see her features but she looked like a real nice lady. She seemed kind and caring, like a mother should be. “I was out,” Faye looked around rolling her eyes.“Whoes this?” the woman, who seemed to be Faye’s mother, looked to Spike. She stepped out from behind the door ignoring Faye’s wishes for her to go back inside. “I’m Faye’s mother,” she smiled gently and offered her hand. Faye grunted at the mention of the woman being her mother.Spike stepped up onto the first step and shook her hand in return, “I’m Spike.”“Ok MOM, you’ve met him now leave us alone.” Faye interrupted.“Oh!!! Faye-faye! Whoes here?! Faye-faye’s hooome! Edward missed her!” The red headed girl jumped out from behind the door as well and hugged Faye. Faye looked startled and tried to push the girl named Edward back into the small home.“Get back inside Edward!” Faye growled.“C’mon Ed, let’s go inside, we can talk to Faye later,” Faye’s mom pushed Ed gently into the door. “nice meeting you,” she said over her shoulder before shutting the door. Faye sighed and slouched over.“Nice family.”“Ha! Whatever,” she looked around lamely.“I guess I’d better be going then,” Spike waved and started walking down the street to the entrance and out.“See ya’,” Faye waved and dissappeared into the home.“Is he your new boyfriend?” asked Faye’s mother. “No, leave me alone,” Faye began to walk into the back of the trailor to a room she shared with Ed.“Well who is he? Were you out with him?”“He’s a...” could she call him a friend? “He’s a friend, and yes I was.” Faye closed the door and flopped onto the bed.Her mother watched as the door closed. She sighed, Faye didn’t like it here. Faye hated her and her husband. She didn’t know what to do to make Faye feel differently. The girl had gone through so much...* *Spike scratched his head. ‘Man who woulda’ thought?’ He continued walking past the old jiffy store and other dirty buildings. He kicked at a can that had been on the ground. ‘What’s Faye’s problem? It seems like she doesn’t like anything in her life. Not even her sister and parents.’* *Faye groaned. ‘His opinion of me must be ever lower now. He thought I was white trash, now I bet I’m white Trailor trash.’ She laughed sadly at herself. Was this life or what?* *“Alright! Settle down!” Belowed Mr. Black. “These test scores are horrible!”Faye was writting in that book again. What was she writing? Spike tried to make it look like he was paying attention to Mr. Black. Really his attention was on Faye’s paper. She wrote in that damned thing everyday. But what was she writing? Faye stopped jotting and looked up. Spike looked down quickly and began doodeling.‘Why’s he always drawing? Gr, he does that everyday, it’s as if he does it in his sleep. Gah! They’re always women in the most revealing clothes if any! Pah, a real woman isn’t nearly THAT skinny. Geez, he likes’m big breasted and anorexic.’ Faye laughed mentally. “Is something funny, Ms. Valentine?” asked a towering Mr. Black.Or out loud?Faye looked up, “No Sir, I-” She was at a loss for words.“She was laughing at something I told her,” Spike cut in. Both Faye and Mr. Black whipped their heads around to see a smirk on Spike’s face.“Is that so?” Mr. Black asked, “So what was so funny Spike?”“Ahhh it’s nothing...”“No I’d really like to know, tell me I could use a good laugh.”“Well... There’s this girl, and she was at my house last night, we were gettin’ it on and-”“That’s enough Spiegel!” Mr. Black cut in not wanting to hear any of the details and turned around to walk back to the front of the class to start ranting again.“Thanks,” Faye whispered and blushed a light tint of pink.“No problem, so what were you laughing at?” Spike leaned over just a bit.“Well,” she thought for a moment, “It was just this joke my friend told me yesterday.”“You’re lying,” he leaned back placing his hands behind his head, “I command you to tell me what you were laughing at.”‘Damn,’ she thought. “I was laughing at your unrealistic drawings of women.” She sighed.“Oh so they’re funny and unrealistic?”“Well, they have extremely big bazooms and tiny, bity waists. How realistic is that?”“Hm... You’re right. Looks like I need a model.” He sighed, “Where oh where could I find one?” He looked hopeless then thoughtful.“Oh no! Don’t you even think about it!” Faye started.“You made the bet, Faye. You have to do whatever I say.” He grinned knowing she wouldn’t back out of the deal she had made, even if she regretted and hated it. Faye grumbled and put her head down for the rest of the period.* * *Hehe, Spike is so horrible... Anyways, hope this small chapter made you guys a li’l less restless. Post again soon, thanx for the reviews, luv lots!Set-chan