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Brandi wasn’t exactly excited to be going to Blackwood prep, but she hadn’t expected much less. In fact she was pretty sure they’d put her behind bars, considering her reputation and past criminal record. Everyone in their town was convinced that shed murdered her boyfriend, Seth McAlister had been a victim and Brandi Cordova was getting away with murder. That’s what most the headlines read in their town which. Brandi wasn’t too shocked by the accusations, in fact she just ran with it, she was convinced that there was no use in arguing with people who’d already made up their mind. The only thing that had kept her from getting locked away was the only evidence they’d had was the Zippo Lighter they’d found on her and that she’d been their when the church burnt down.

Blackwood was located just outside of New Jersey in a small Pennsylvania town. So two days before the first semester at Blackwood Prep started, her father had driven her and her brother Scotty down to Burlington, New Jersey to where her aunt lived and where they’d be picked up. The drive there was a nightmare. Brandi was surprised she hadn’t really murdered her father.

Brandi hadn’t been able to sleep at all that night, her reoccurring dreams about Seth’s death had been getting progressively worse, to the point where she’d become an insomniac and every time she closed her eyes she saw him. A part of her held a bit of resentment towards her brother, she blamed him and it was hard not to take her pain out on him, but she loved him too much to hurt him, so instead she’d convinced herself that Seth’s death was really her fault. Her stomach growled she couldn’t exactly remember the last time she’d eaten anything. She sighed running her fingers through her hair. She’d already gotten ready to leave because in all honesty that school had to be better than spending time with her Bible thumping aunt or her asshole father.

There was a bang on the door that made her jump, she popped a few pain pills to make herself numb. She lit herself a cigarette, taking a long drag off of it. “Brandi Rose Cordova open this God Damn door or I’ll break it down!” Her father yelled from the other side of the locked door. Brandi smirked as she grabbed her old back leather backpack, stuffed with everything she needed despite the fact she’d knew they’d take away more than half of it.

“Fuck off!” She yelled back before turning up her rock music so loud in made the walls thump from the bass. She rested her cigarette between her lips as she climbed out the window headed for the front where the bus was already parked, honking it’s horn an indication that it was time for them to leave.

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Scotty could hear his sister’s rock music through the walls. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud, but it was loud enough. She hadn’t said but two words since they’d left Florida. Not that, that was all that unusual for her she rarely talked as it was, normally Scotty was the one doing all the talking for the both of them. He knew though Seth’s death had been hitting her particularly hard as of late. Then again it had only been three months since that night. There was a knock at his door and he already knew who it was, he took one last swig from his flask of whisky before tossing it into his duffle bag and zipping it up. His dad opened the door and Scotty turned to face him. He could tell just by his posture he was agitated.

“The bus is here son, time to go.” He sighed and Scotty nodded as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door after his dad. However his dad paused in front of the room Brandi was occupying at their aunts house and started yelling at her. Scotty rolled his eyes and didn’t bother to stop just continued towards the front door.

He slipped out the front door, his aunt calling after him but he didn’t stop. He just wanted to get this damn school year over with. He glanced to the see his sister coming around the side of the house and he smirked as she caught up to him quickly.

“Dad’s pissed.” He chuckled and Brandi just shrugged. “You going to put that out?” he asked and she raised a brow, a look on her face like she was asking If he was serious and he just sighed as he stepped onto the bus. Everyone turning to look at him and Brandi.

The bus seemed to be separated with girls on one side and boys on the other. He knew him and Brandi would be the first two to break the rules and almost as if on cue, she slid into a seat next to a guy covered in tattoos and he followed his sister’s bad example and slide into the seat next to a pretty brunette.

“Mind if I sit here?” he said flashing her his charming smile that managed to win over most girls, despite the fact he’d clearly already sat down. “Didn’t think so.” He continued like she’d said it was okay.

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Brandi was glad to just be away from her father. Sure, going to a reform school had never exactly been on her list of things to do, but not having to see her father for an entire year was a plus. She lit herself another cigarette, despite the fact that she was sure someone would come and tell her to put it out and they’d be sorry if they did. She tucked her lighter back into her bra along with her pack of cigarettes as she took a long drag from the cancer stick, letting the toxic smoke feel her lungs.

"Y'know," the guy next to her spoke but she didn’t bother to look in his direction as she propped her knees up onto the bus seat in front of her and sunk down more into the seat. "I don't let just anyone sit by me." he continued and she glanced in her direction then her platinum hair covering half her face.

For the first time she got a good look at him. He was incredible, he looked like the kind of guy she could get into trouble with. His body was plagued with an array of tattoos. She wondered for a brief moment what he was there for, obviously it had to be bad, for him to be on the bus in the first place. She sat up crossing one leg over the other. He kept his eyes focused out the window. She lend in close, close enough she could smell the weed scent that lingered on his clothes mixed with the smell of his cologne.

“Well I’m not moving.” She said simply breathing out a breath of smoke. “So get the fuck over it.” She breath before pulling away and leaning back against her seat, wicked smirk on her lips, like she was a little kid getting away with stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

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Scotty’s flask was tucked safely in his backpack that sat between his legs. He thought about pulling it out and finishing it off, he’d packed a few bottle of liquor, though he wasn’t entirely sure how the hell he was going to get way with keeping them. From what he’d heard they went through your stuff thoroughly.

“Yeah," the girl next to him finally spoke and he glanced up to her, she smiled at him, though she seemed slightly uncomfortable and he realized as he took a quick glance between the other students and her, she didn’t exactly belong and he smirked. "Who needs an approval nowadays." she said sarcastically and he raised a brow.

Scott had always been insanely good and getting people to warm up to him fairly quickly simply because he was so charismatic. Despite how bad a kid he was, he was always trying to help others and he always had the best intentions, even if they didn’t exactly seem that way. He finally pulled his flask out from his bag and took a swig from it, before holding it out to her as sort of a piece offering.

“Hey doll, if you want I’ll move.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “I just though a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone with a bunch of delinquents.” His charm naturally kicking in, matching the friendly smile on his face. “Why the hell are you on this bus babe, you look more like you should be studying for a math test or something.” He chuckled to himself.