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It was 7:21 PM when Jimmy finally returned to the safety of his room, tossing his backpack on the floor beside the bed as soon as he locked the door behind him and flipped the light switch on the wall.
Then he takes off his uniform, throwing it on the bed, and puts on more comfortable clothes before sitting at his desk and continuing to sketch the pages of his comic.
Time then passed, and three hours later, at 10:24 PM, thirty pages had turned into forty.
Deciding that it was enough for the day, Jimmy gets up and goes to take a shower before setting his alarm and throwing himself on the bed, falling asleep shortly after.
Five hours later, at 3:30 AM, he wakes up to the sound of the alarm clock beeping annoyingly in his ear.
After punching the alarm clock to make it stop, Jimmy gets up drowsy, looking like a zombie.
Then, after stretching a little, he takes off the shirt he was wearing and begins to exercise as usual, finishing an hour later, completely sweaty and with the muscles of his entire body, already sore from previous days, burning even more.
After a quick shower, Jimmy briefly looks at himself in the bathroom mirror before returning to his room; his black eye from the fight in the main building's bathroom seemed a little better, as did his chapped lip, which appeared fully scarred.
However, along with these older injuries, his face had gained two more bruises from his training with the old man Peter, one on his forehead and another on his cheek, but nothing too serious; they would fade in a few days.
The rest of his body, meanwhile, contrary to what one might think, was not unscathed; it was covered in bruises of various colors, some almost fading due to being older, while others, newer, covered his skin as if he were a Dalmatian dog.
These newer bruises were also from his training session with old Peter; the attacks from that damn hobo felt like sledgehammer blows, heavy as fuck.
"And worst of all, they were also fast, precise, and full of technique. Jimmy had lost count of how many times that damn old man had made a part of his body stop responding out of nowhere. He would kick your leg at a specific spot, and, boom, it turned into dead weight long enough for him to easily destroy you."
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It was 5:00 AM, which meant that Jimmy had some free time to spend before having to leave for classes.
And, knowing this, he sits at his desk and gets back to sketching the pages of his comic, doing so until 6:30 AM, at which point he gets up, organizes his materials in his backpack, and then leaves the room, locking it behind him.
Leaving the dorm while finishing chewing a sandwich he had just bought from his food provider, Jimmy heads straight for the main building.
Then, in the blink of an eye, the day passes: History, Photography, an hour break to regain energy by eating something from the vending machine before returning to the routine, History again after the break, and finally, Gym as the last class of the day.
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The gym class had ended just a few minutes ago, and Jimmy, well, at that very moment, was checking if the coast was clear so he could enter the girls' locker room in the gym.
Seeing that everything seemed fine, he sneaks into the place, and before going after his objective there, he checks if he is alone.
After confirming that he was the only one inside, Jimmy first grabs a hair tie that was lying in one of the two shower stalls near the entrance of the locker room before starting to look for Mandy's locker, a task that turned out to be not as complicated as he had imagined, largely due to the fact that all the lockers had name tags engraved with their owners' names.
Then, upon finding Mandy's locker with relative ease, Jimmy, like a professional thief, easily opens the combination lock. This particular lockpicking skill was his own, not Lucas's.
Rummaging through the inside of Mandy's locker, he quickly finds Beatrice's lab notes and stuffs them into his backpack.
Having done that, Jimmy closes the locker and leaves the girls' locker room, believing he had been careful so that no one saw him.
Then, finishing climbing the stairs that led back to the basketball court, Jimmy comes across a scene happening in the middle of the court that makes him frown.
The gym teacher and coach of the school's football team, Mr. Burton, in all his old, disgusting fatness, was holding Christy's arm, dressed in her cheerleader outfit, with apparent force.
This old sicko seemed to be saying something to her while trying to get closer; Christy, meanwhile, looked extremely uncomfortable, trying unsuccessfully to break free from the teacher's grip.
"Christy, I was looking for you. Are you ready?", without hesitating, Jimmy yells as he approaches, causing the teacher to let go of Christy upon noticing his arrival.
As soon as she's free from the teacher's grip, Christy runs toward Jimmy while rubbing her wrist.
"Teacher! Am I interrupting something?", turning his attention to Mr. Burton, Jimmy asks while Christy uses her body to try to hide, which doesn't work very well, as she is a little taller than him.
"No, new kid! I was just talking to Christy about the cheerleading squad's performance that's going to happen at the next football game! But I'm done here", Mr. Burton replies, glancing briefly at Christy as he does so, which makes her instinctively shrink as she feels his gaze. He then turns his eyes back to Jimmy and stares at him for a few seconds before turning and walking away.
As soon as the teacher disappears from view, Jimmy hears Christy's low voice from behind, "Thanks!"
"Are you okay?", turning his attention to her, Jimmy asks; Christy seemed shaken and withdrawn, completely different from the outgoing and cheerful girl he knew.
"Yes!", with her brow furrowed and lips pressed together, Christy replies, looking down and trying, unsuccessfully, to pretend that everything was fine.
"Look, you don't need to lie to me. What's going on? What did that fat old sicko try to do?", Jimmy asks. Christy was clearly distressed and scared, and he was going to get to the bottom of it, whether she wanted him to or not.
"Jimmy, I don't want to involve you in this! You could get expelled from school, and I don't want that to happen", still staring at the floor, Christy says, her fists clenched around her skirt, afraid to look back at Jimmy.
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(AN: 1,129 Words)
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