The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 18

The total destruction of Alyssa

Our school was rough, not only was it feed by the kids of the estate but all the other local council estates. Now the Waz, the Mains and the Hall had nothing on us, the rule of law still existed, but they were not nice places. The school picked its battles over discipline very carefully, a lot of the big thing got push aside, and little things where focused on in a hope of forcing us to conform in some way. While you could sell cigarettes on any playground, the toilets where full of pot smoke and fight where overlook so long as you stopped hitting the other person once they had stop moving they came down heavily on lateness and uniforms.

The uniform was simple a white shirt, grey pants, black shoes, a tie done properly and a blazer. Any deviation was jumped on a punished until it was just easier to do it right. The blazer was a good idea for the pockets, you could always carry something around with you, and the tie was the only thing that made a problem because once you put train tracks in it most people couldn’t afford a replacement so that was given some slack. Girls had a little more choice, they could wear pants or a pleated skirt.

This resulted in being able to tell what type of girl you where talking to by what she was wearing on her legs. They split into roughly four large groups but there where subgroups. The first were the normal girls who wore pants the same style and cut as the boys, these where most of the girls and it was mostly because they were cheap. Then came the popular set, they wore skin tight fitted pants, these cost more and you got some overlap from the first to them as girls rose up and dropped down, these girls were fun to look at but they a bugger to get the pants off so the was little chances of sex with them, real prick teases. Then came skirts, officially they had to be knee length, but that didn’t happen. Geeks and Nerds wore them long, near ankle length, which did nothing for them, and was like wearing a big bully me sign, but did leave you wondering what they had underneath. Lastly they where the sluts, skirts as short as they could get away with, sometimes just covering their arse, but it wasn’t to show off their legs, which was nice enough, but for easy access when I lad wanted to fuck them.

Amy and Charlotte were long skirt girls but being linked to me made real bullying unlikely, Lexi wore whatever she wanted and slapped around anyone that didn’t like it. Alyssa was a long skirt girl but she had no one to look out for her.

Alyssa was a stuck up, posh, southern swat who up until two years ago had everything. Well everything by estate standards, she was upper middle class, and she had lived in a nice big house in a suburb outside London. Her dad was some kind of banker making good money, she had gone to a privet school, and had her own horse. Then things in her life had gone badly wrong. There had been fraud charges, bankruptcy, jail for the father, divorce for the mother, and nasty rumours about photos found in daddy’s things when he was arrested. The money, the house, the school, and the horse where gone. I don’t know what possessed her mother to move up north, just to try and get away from the scandal I guess, but she did and they ended up on our estate. When she had show up on the estate at the start of the school year she was like everyone else then penniless, from a broken home, with an imprisoned father, she should have fitted right in but she didn’t because she didn’t want to and that put a target on her back.

She thought she was better than us and acted it, she made no attempt to fit in with the gang society we lived in and so she was pushed around. Most of the bullying was casual but unlucky for her one girl took a real dislike to her. That girl was Helen the Harpy, but the where few who called her that to her face, she was the highest ranking Dead Head girl still at school and that gave her a real power base, she was a skin tight pants girl all the way, she was a proper Bitch. If Alyssa had been smart she would have took the abuse, taken Helen’s shit for a few weeks and she would have gotten board and moved on to another victim but in Alyssa head she was still in a world that worked. She told on Helen, I remember the first time I heard that I laughed, telling a teacher was one step away from grassing to the police. Life got worse for Alyssa, being a ‘grass’ was not something you wanted to be, and Helen didn’t move on.

The bullying got worse, with lads we just hit you and call you names not that it can’t bad, but teenage girls have a vindictiveness and a nastiness that boy just didn’t have the attention span to achieve. You never got the whole storey but the where rumours about how bad it got. Alyssa got back by telling, not just for the bullying but about anything she could find out on Helen, if Helen cheated or stole or wagged a teacher found out. It was a vicious cycle and I like to watch it, I didn’t like Helen or Alyssa, I could have let it go on forever until Alyssa made one last big mistake. She told on how Helen was hiding her cigarettes.

The cigarette trade was hard, with drugs so long as you held your corner and kept your supply there was little business involved the price was set, but cigarettes changed. Once week you could have gotten hold of cartons, sometimes from shops but most often from a guy someone know that have come in from France or have fallen of the back of a lorry and those weeks the profits where big, hell half the time you had helped them fall of the lorry, but sometimes you had to buy packs you had to keep the price up to make anything and then people went elsewhere. To plan you needed to find a way to keep people coming back to you.

The latest way was Fast Eddy’s idea, I hated the lad but I could see why Bob kept him around, he was smart. There are these felt tip pens/markers that are quite common in British schools they are orange with different coloured tops, well if you ripe the colour out of the middle it is almost the exacted size of a cigarette. Eddy had found this gives you a perfect place to hide them and he was the first to figure this out. The Dead Heads began to sell them set up like this and give money back for refills and this improved our cash flow for several weeks. By the time that Alyssa grassed this in some of the other gangs had begun to catch on and the money was shrinking but she still cost us money. With that she had gone from being Helen’s problem to being a gang problem and that was not a place you wanted to be.

I was given orders to help Helen punish Alyssa for fucking with the gang. Another of Eddy’s bright ideas was to set up a network within the school, though blackmail, intimidation and bribery a small chuck of the school staff did our bidding. I had expanded it somewhat and was now running it, mostly they just look the other way while we did things but we could ask for ‘favours’. Most of the cleaning staff came from the estate and where on nowhere near enough money to mean that slipping them £10 a week was not a small sum. Cliff, the care taker, had a soft spot for a pro on the estate that was the wrong side of 16 and we had found out about it. We knew a Maths teacher who was gay, unlucky his wife and the school had no idea, so he worked for us. Two of the English teachers where having an affair, an RE teacher was sleeping with one of his students and the young female Science teacher and her best friend lab tech had a coke problem which I was feeding. Then there were the teachers who were just plain scared of us.

I was to give Helen access so she could hurt Alyssa. Now I would have responded by breaking a few fingers, that was the tried and tested Dead Head punishment, it is quick, effective, and surprisingly easy to do and wouldn’t mean cashing in any chips, but Helen had other ideas.