#johnnyvincent

“who’s the cute boy in the white jacket and the thick accent?”

listen, i know johnny doesn’t wear white jackets but the song fits him so well.. im literally listening to it right now as i write this.

has the ugliest laugh of all time like, he sounds like a hyena.

cant sleep at all. he’s either smoking, crying, or having nightmares when he’s supposed to be asleep.

listens to sexbomb by tom jones on repeat. this is canon because i said so. also, the song was released in 1999 and the game is assumed to take place in the early 2000s.

also gives me major “we fell in love in october” by girl in red vibes. yes, im also listening to this song right now.

“ya mama!”

hates nail biters, loves to keep his hands nice and pretty. lola taught him that, me thinks.

cant be serious. that’s why he sucks at comforting people.

If you were dating Johnny, it would include the following:

Vance Medici insisting on styling your hair for a date with Johnny.

Johnny being super protective of you. Where ever you go, he has to escort you or if he is unable to come with you, it's a necessity for his boys to escort you. Norton, Peanut, Ricky, Lefty- even if it's a small trip to a safe market place, Johnny has to make sure you are safe and kept away from creepy perverts.

He would take a bullet for you- literally. He would kill anyone who dares lay a hand on you or attempts to hurt you.

Daily hangouts with at the tenements or his place.

When him and the lads have their nightly poker game, you get bored and decide to watch. Seeing you feel lonely, he instantly grabs you and settles you on his lap. Big pros for you and Johnny- now you get to support your man and be in his arms!

When you can't sleep or uncomfortable, he does everything in his power to make sure you get the comfort you deserve. Even if it is something so simple that gets you sleepy- like a night drive or ride on his bike or old vehicle. Anything to make sure you are well rested.

Speaking of late nights he will hear random stomach growling so you both decided to head to a market place in New Coventry and raid food isles. Even if you are in pajamas, he will still enjoy the time with you.

The man just wants to be loved and has an endless supply of love to share. Expect to be spoiled with tender love and affection- endless kisses, pampered with attention, and always wants to cuddle you.

When someone says something about you and he takes it the wrong way you may have to hold him back. He gets hella feisty when it comes to you. No one talks crap about his girl!

When you are having a nightmare he will instantly pull you close and hug you to make sure you are safe. He doesn't want a Freddy Krueger scenario to happen! Don't worry, Johnny is always there to protect you, even in your sleep.

Little does anyone know he happens to be a good cook: you will wake up every morning to a plate full of your preference of breakfast. Although you may have interference with an envious, hungry Hal but all of its for you. Also, you want seconds? Thirds? Fourths? He would do anything for his darling! You eat as much as your heart desires!

Chapter One: Welcome to Bullworth, Miss Delilah Hart

Delilah watched closely as the lady walked through the Bullworth entrance to greet her. From her assumptions, this woman seemed very snippy and reminded her of her aunt: wanting things to be perfected at all times.

"You must be the new girl. Why, it is such a rarity to get a female arrival here at Bullworth Academy."

The girl was unable to pay attention as she noticed in further distance three boys in polo shirts chasing down some kid who was smaller in size. Unsettled, she could no longer watch, hoping the he would escape them.

"I am Miss Danvers, the school secretary here at the academy. I'm here to escort you to Dr. Crabblesnitch's office. He is the school principal and may I add a brilliant man." She explained, regaining Delilah's attention. Trying to be friendly and resorting to no conflicts on the first day, she attempted to introduce herself.

"Nice to meet you Miss Danvers," she returned the introduction formally, "I am De-"

"Miss Delilah Hart, we are already aware of that."

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion, feeling creeped out. Miss Danvers however didn't seem to care one bit, as all of her worries were on making Dr. Crabblesnitch happy by leading her to his office.

"Anyways, come along now child, we haven't got all day."

She followed her into the school, almost hesitant after what she saw earlier. The boys and the kid had disappeared in sight, making the girl fret that she could possibly be next. And if anything, she could at least handle herself. Not the best fighter around, she could still protect herself from any enemies she may come across in her time here.

From nearby she exchanged eye contact with a couple boys dressed in a long sleeved, forest green sweater with white collars. They furrowed an eyebrow, skeptical of the new girl. If there was one thing about the Academy, like Miss Danvers had said, the male to female ratio was uneven. The amount of boys were exceedingly high compared to the girls here, so many of them fought over who would date her. They treated them like objects, and not as people. Except for a certain someone that attended the academy.

"This is the main entrance of the school," Miss Danvers pointed out, drifting her away from her thoughts again.

The closer she approached the school, the more she realized how humongous it was. This school must of been at least three stories tall!

She continued to follow her into the school to see another student who was much younger walking through the school. She was dark skinned, with tight black curls placed in two buns on the top of her head. She wore glasses, which were perfectly framed across her baby face. She noticed the arrival of the girl, rather ecstatic about her presence than she expected to be.

"Hello! You must be new!" She greeted with a warm smile.

Miss Danvers, who personally liked the younger students better than the older students, chimed in.

"She is new." She clarified.

Before she could say her name, Delilah introduced herself so it was more formal and not at all awkward.

"Nice to meet you! I am Gloria Jackson. Finally, another female student here at Bullworth!" She exclaimed, earning a smile from Delilah. The younger child left, skipping in glee to her civil rights class.

"Isn't she a delight?" Miss Danvers spoke fondly of Gloria as they were now making their way up the flight of stairs. Delilah cocked her head back, noticing the Bullworth logo plastered on the tiled floor of the facility. It was radiant in hues of blue and gold, aesthetically pleasing the girl as it coordinated with the tan tiles.

Miss Danvers had lead her to the office at last, where Delilah peered around. It felt cramped to her liking, displeasing her surrounding.

"Dr. Crabblesnitch's office is right back here. Go ahead and enter, I will be right back in a jiffy."

Delilah watched Miss Danvers exit the office, who struggled to run in her heels. She turned her attention to where she faced the entrance to Dr. Crabblesnitch's office.

"Here goes nothing..." She muttered under her breath. She pulled on the door handle, lunging it forward to where it almost met with her face. There she spotted a man who seemed to be way older in age compared to Miss Danvers. He had watched her carefully, already knowing what the girl had intentions of doing, as according to his presumptions.

"You must be Miss Hart, I take it?"

"Yes sir," she answered, nodding her head, "I am. And you must be Dr. Crabblesnitch?"

He formed a smile on his face, folding his hands together against the cherry hardwood surface of his desk.

"Why yes, Miss Danvers has already told you about me?" He suggested.

"Yes."

"Well sit Miss Hart, which chair it doesn't matter."

Obeying his instruction, she sat in one of the chairs present in the office. She faced him parallel, meeting his eyes. In front of him was a stack of papers that read her full name, with a picture of her from her yearbook picture at the previous school she attended in Indianapolis.

"So, Delilah," he began, having mixed feelings about this girl, "according to your past record, you seem to have a disrespectful behavior. Graffiti on the walls, vandalism on town monuments, and kicking soda machines?"

She bit her upper lip, guilt triggering the girl.

"Yeah," she spoke, fiddling with her fingers, "but that was the old me sir. I promise, at the time I was going through-"

He stood up, slightly frightening the girl.

"The school does not care if you were going through a hard patch in your life Miss Hart, if there is one thing we absolutely do not tolerate at this school, is disobedience and disruptive behavior. We praise the respect and maturity at this school solemnly. You are to follow the rules and statistics of being a good citizen. During your attendance here, you will be kind to every one you meet. We cannot stress the value of good behavior anymore than we possibly can."

Delilah remained back in her seat, hating his lecture. Because of her stupid aunt now he was going to be skeptical of the girl no matter how hard she met his standards. How pathetic.

"You understand?" He asked.

"Yes sir." She answered.

"Good," he said, cooling down and sitting back in his chair again, "I am glad you understand. From your behavior on your first day at Bullworth, I'm sure you will do your best to be a good student here at the academy. Just remember you are required to continue to do so."

She nodded in response, no longer saying much. After that it didn't take too much time for them to almost end the meeting. They went through everything such as her class schedule, dorm room number, and school uniform.

Miss Danvers finally popped into the office, holding a tray full of tea and cookies on it.

"I see you have met the wonderful Dr. Crabblesnitch, Miss Hart." She observed with a wide grin on her face.

"She has been a good young lady so far, definitely a better treatment than Mr. Hopkins."

Delilah raised an eyebrow. She wasn't the only new kid here?

"Indeed," she agreed, settling the platter on his desk, "and I got your tea along with cookies. I made them just for you."

"You are so good to me Miss Danvers." He took one of the cookies, accepting it graciously.

"Not good enough." She whispered, even though she had already went out of her way to treat him to the tea and cookies in her consideration. Remembering Delilah's presence, who was rather awkward watching these two flirt with each other, Dr. Crabblesnitch waved her off.

"You may leave now young lady, and remember to keep your nose clean, or we will clean it ourselves." He reminded her.

She stood up from her seat, clenching onto her belongings once again. She was now at the door, ready to exit when Dr. Crabblesnitch interrupted her.

"And Miss Hart?"

She swung her head back, curious as to what he had to say next.

Chapter Five: Meeting Johnny Vincent

Delilah had been lost in reality, concentrating in a long thought about what clique Angie was talking about. She had learned that she would be considered a non-clique student and was warned that she could be picked on by one of the cliques. It was common behavior here at Bullworth Academy, not at all stopping.

She had bumped into a couple people on accident as she was on her way to an afternoon class.

"I am so sorry-" Her attempt at apologizing was interrupted by two preps, acting snooty.

"Know your betters, peasant!" One of them shoved her, causing her to stumble and nearly fall onto her butt. She caught her balance luckily and recognized one of the preppies. It was Derby Harrington with another preppy, who was much more buffer. They towered over her, intentionally trying to intimidate her to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry, don't need to be so rude." She muttered but somehow they heard them.

"Derby Harrington can be rude to whoever he pleases, especially lower class scum like you!" His buddy vouched for him.

"You are pathetic." She remarked with a scoff.

"Yeah and you have no class. Now if you excuse me, before I make you wash all of the floors in my house, I must be going. Come on Bif." Derby remarked. He thought he was so sophisticated just because he made more money compared to the other students. How conceited he was.

Before they continued their way the guy she assumed to be Bif bumped her on purpose with his side, causing her to fall backwards at that time.

Until two arms got a hold of her just in time. She was weak, her knees trembling. She was being pulled up but almost fell again.

"Woah, woah, you okay there?" He asked, pulling her up and turning her around to meet his face.

"Uh yeah I'm fine." She answered hesitantly, her cheeks heating up with humiliation. Her eyes were glued to the ground, only staring at someone's shoes-motorcycle boots. Two hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look at a guy in front of her. She met face to face with someone much taller than her, almost by a foot.

Her mouth gaped open in awe, astounded by the master creation she saw. His chocolate eyes gazed into her ocean specs, the two in silence. They both gaped at each other, instigating conclusions about the person. Too early to judge, though.

His brown hair was smooth and tripped at neck length. Shines streaked through his swept bangs, and his jawline seemed smooth and tender as well as his cheekbones.

Boy this guy was handsome.

He wore a leather jacket with the same colored blue shirt as Jimmy's underneath with brown colored pants.

And little did she know that she caught this boy's attention.

"You alright?" He asked. His accent was thick, strong and so masculine. It only made the girl excited to cross paths with him.

She was dazed and he smirked in satisfaction when she seemed to be stuck in too much thought.

"Uh.. yeah. I think so." She answered.

Now I'm fine thanks to you, Delilah thought.

She was intrigued of his stunning beauty. There's no way he existed in this school, this must be a dream.

"Don't worry about those preppy scum, they are stuck up assholes. My name is Johnny, Johnny Vincent."

"Johnny." She murmured his name, day dreaming about him.

"Hmm?"

She returned to reality. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Delilah Hart. I'm new here so I don't know many people here."

"Oh, well maybe you can meet my clique. What class do you have?" He asked her.

"I have biology class." She answered.

"I have autoshop," he said with a frown, but still up for making plans, "let's meet each other here after class is over. That sound good?"

Oh hell yeah.

"Sure." She accepted with a smile.

He returned the same expression. "Alright, see you later."

She watched him walk away, his walk being so casual and a badass vibe to it.

Chapter Four: Situating Herself

Delilah headed to her first class, swerving her hips from side to side to make the boys nearby swoon. She looked at the schedule she held in her hands, not even finding a map on the back of it. How in the hell would she be able to find it?

Max, one of the prefects from nearby noticed her and commanded her to get to class.

"But I don't know where my chemistry class is." She replied.

Beatrice Trudeau, who had now retrieved her chemistry notes from Jimmy, was running nearby the confused girl. She mumbled a few words under her breath, trying hard to remember everything for the chemistry test today.

"Follow Miss Trudeau, she has chemistry now!" Max instructed Delilah. Beatrice didn't even bother to pay attention to her as she was focused on the chemistry test. All she cared was about being able to pass it and be the one to discover a cure for cancer. Her whole world depended on those notes and that class in general.

"Okay.." Delilah murmured. She followed Beatrice to the chemistry lab room, which wasn't that far like she thought it would be. When she walked in, she was greeted by people gawking at her.

"Why hello there, you must be the new student." She turned around to meet face to face with the chemistry teacher.

"I am Dr. Watts and I am your chemistry teacher. Now what is your name?" He asked her.

"I'm Delilah Hart." She answered, loud and clear for everyone to hear. Whispers filled the room, chatting their opinions on the girl already before they even knew her.

"Nice to meet you! Now where to sit..." His eyes peered from table to table, hoping to find an available seat for the girl. He frowned when he had discovered a particular student of his was not in his seat. That would of been her chemistry partner for the rest of the semester.

"I guess over there will be fine," he decided as a final answer, pointing over to the table that was in the back of the room empty and vacant.

"For a lab partner, I am not quite sure if he will be in attendance today." He apologized. Delilah didn't mind though, knowing she would be able to enjoy the peace and quiet. After that he handed her a textbook and dismissed her from the chemistry test, telling her she can just take the next one.

I think I'm gunna like this teacher, Delilah thought with a smile.

Through out class she would glance at the empty seat next to her, wondering who was supposed to be her lab partner. She bit her upper lip, figuring out who it would be. It was a him... maybe Jimmy? He wasn't present in this class yet. Choosing to give the dragging thought closure, she let it be.

She would soon find out, though.

The class passed on rather fast than she originally assumed. Chemistry was the least favorite of her subjects and thought it was a boring class to begin with. The bell rang and she wasn't sure where to go. From the distance she heard her name being called, and she spun around to find Christy with Angie. The two had been chatting at the lockers, gossiping about the news at Bullworth. It wasn't relevant, but it gave them something to talk about.

"What's up girl?" Christy asked, bubbly and enthusiastic. What a sweetheart.

"Nothing much," Delilah answered, heading towards them, "Just got done with chemistry class."

Christy scoffed. "I hate that class, it's sooo boring! How can chemicals help me become a famous journalist? That's my aspiration, to pass on all of the best gossip!"

Delilah giggled at her career choice. She definitely could picture Christy Martin being a famous writer for the New York Times, one of the popular newspapers to date.

"Same, I want to be a veterinarian and help animals get better! Especially bunnies, they are so cute!" Angie exclaimed.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Christy asked her.

"Um... I'm not sure."

The two girls gaped their mouths open.

"Seriously? You should know by now!" Angie declared.

"I don't know, I never really thought to be quite truthful." Delilah admitted. Angie and Christy exchanged a look, still astonished she hasn't found anything to pursue a career in. Sympathetic, the girls wished Delilah to discover an interest in something. The trio collided and went to lunch together, Delilah being observant of the school's surroundings.

Nearby she caught someone in white polo shirt graffiying a school wall. They stopped in their tracks so they could read the message.

It must of been directed towards the football players at this school, which read:

I LOVE IT WHEN WE ALL HUDDLE TOGETHER

"That's a pathetic tag." Angie scoffed.

"We should show Delilah the cliques here at Bullworth." Christy suggested.

Delilah furrowed her eyebrows. Cliques?

What cliques to be exact?

Interested in finding out, she followed the girls to the cafeteria. When they entered the cafeteria, Delilah covered her mouth at the rotting stench.

"What is that smell?" She asked, coughing because of how strong it was.

"That's Edna, the school cook. She is gross. She doesn't go out of her way to make the best food at this school."

She continued to cough until she was able to control it.

"I guess."

"My advice, don't eat the food. Unless you want a death wish. Eat the fruit, at least it's fresh and won't kill you." Christy warned.

"Okay, here's the cliques. Over there are the nerds. They are gross and unappealing. They are weird and have major hygiene issues." Angie pointed over to the table. Three nerds sat at the table playing some board game, wearing bright green colored sweater vests. They also wore glasses too. The only one who wore glasses and was obviously not a nerd was Angie.

A couple of them were overweight, while one was super skinny and frail looking.

"And those are the preppies. They are invested with money and are so spoiled. Dr. Crabblesnitch loves them the most because of Derby Harrington." Christy pointed over to them.

"Who's Derby Harrington?" Delilah asked.

"See that tall, curly blond headed kid? That's him."

Delilah gaped at them in disgust of their fashion sense. It was all the same and way too modern for her taste. Their shirts consisted of dark and light blue diamond patterns scattered across their shirts.

"And by the way, my advise, don't insult their fashion. It's aquaberry." Christy whispered.

"The best and most perfect fashion trend!" Angie mocked their English accent.

A giggle escaped Delilah's mouth, causing the other girls to do so as well.

Delilah's eyes traveled towards the jocks.

"And those must be the jocks?"

"Mmm-hmm. They are top in the social hierchal scale."

"The quarterback is Ted Thompson, the one watching those two buff looking jocks arm wrestling." Christy pointed out.

"Stereotypical I see."

The girls laughed at Delilah's snarky comment.

"Hey, we forgot a clique." Angie pointed out.

"Oh yeah! The uh-"

"You know what," Angie decided before Christy could speak, bluntly interrupting her, "Delilah can find out herself. They are all cute by the way."

"Who?" Delilah demanded.

Prologue

"Here we are Delilah, we have arrived at Bullworth Academy at last." The nasal, annoying voice of her uptight aunt informed. The blonde girl sighed, already loathing the idea of having to attend a boarding school in Maine.

"Got everything?" Her aunt asked, not even once having a concern for own niece being sent here. Delilah nodded, refusing to answer her snooty aunt. The only reason her aunt sent her here was so she wouldn't have to deal with taking care of the once orphaned seventeen year old. She hated her guts, just because she's made mistakes in her life.

But that was the past.

She had changed, yet her aunt refused to see that.

Way to greet a newcomer, Delilah thought bitterly.

"Good, cause I'm not driving all the way back to Indianapolis to get it. Whatever is left, I am disposing it. Don't expect a call from me. You are on your own."

Delilah flashed her a glare, tempted to flip her the bird. But, remembering her manners, she didn't. Her eyes met with the coal gates of Bullworth Academy, which were closed currently.

She stepped out of the silver Toyota, heading to the open the door of the backseat. She reached in, retrieving her suitcases. She dropped her suitcases so she could close the door from behind her. The car horn alarmed her, already taking off.

Who knew an aunt would want to abandon their niece who had practically no one to take care of her except her. Way to be a caring and thoughtful family member.

The new girl grabbed onto her bags again, and turned around to face the Academy. She exhaled a deep breath, assuring herself it would be okay. She was free now, an independent person. Perhaps this could be a positive change for the new arrival.

As she noticed an older woman wearing a black pantsuit with a mini skirt, she bit her lip. This place shouldn't be so bad, right?