Chapter One: "Inspiration"

"Well...let's see what we have here..." Gary muttered to himself pouring out the contents of his 'Toxic Waste' candy container. Candy was the last thing he had stowed away in the yellow plastic cylinder. He took a long whiff of the container's contents before putting it on the table to cut and load. "Purple Haze? Not bad."

He reached under his bed to reveal a large, teddy shaped bong. The teddy was the result of desperate hand craft. It wasn't all too bad...a large bowl on top, a hose from the lid...smooth hits every time. He'd never admit why he kept the teddy bong; he never really gave up on his liking of teddy bears. He grabbed his roommates' scissors that were lying conveniently beside his bong, cut up the buds and loaded the bowl as packed as it would allow, with such smooth motion it could've been one movement. He took his lighter out lit it for a second and then put it down realizing he was missing something; music. He stood up and walked across the room and flicked on the stereo his mom sent to him for his birthday, and walked back to the 'saved from the curb' sofa in the middle of the room. [Slow ride...Take it easy...] Gary sat, lit and inhaled himself to a 'Gary Calm'...which allowed him to think even more rapidly than normal. Gary sat there for a couple of minutes; listening to every note and structure Foghat had to offer, while thinking of something that would hold his attention for more than a day. When finishing the last of the bowl, it hit him hard.

Gary had always wondered about what the drug world held on the other side...the dealers' side of the trade.

Petey had been wandering around all day. Mostly because it gave him time to think. It was yet another brand new year at Bullworth; there were more students, but not one took an interest in him. He thought about the rumours of Gary getting back into Bullworth. Sure it had been two years, but Petey wasn't convinced for one second that Gary had changed in the least. But leave it to Gary to act sane to get his way. He hadn't seen his new roommate yet, so Petey decided it was safe to head back to the dorm; Petey was getting rather chilled outside and the sun was almost gone, anyways, it wasn't like he had anyone to walk with to make outside worthwhile. He slowly made his way back to the run down Boys' Dorm.

When Petey arrived to the door to his room, he immediately picked up the scent of weed. Weed coming from his room. Sighing, thinking it was some jerks that thought it was funny to do drugs in other peoples place, he walked in anyways. The sight that welcomed him made him feel two things. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry; there was Gary, the end of his bong hose absently placed in his mouth with the look Petey was all too familiar with. Gary was plotting something; he had only been here for a day, Petey assumed, and already he was thinking of something 'to do'. Gary must have been pretty out of it; he was sitting there with the blankest thinking look Petey had ever seen. It took a full two minutes for Gary to register Petey standing there; but the greeting he got could've fooled him.

"Petey! Just the person I needed. You know how things work around here, I assume, y'know being Head Boy has its uses right?" Gary practically beamed. Petey wasn't sure if that was good.

"What do you want, Gary?" Sighed Petey; seeing Gary be temporarily nice to him was never exactly cheery for him.

"I wanna know who sells the drugs around here." Gary said with a blunt cheeriness that oozed with plastic.

"What!? Gary, I don't know these things. I'm supposed to be setting a good example as Head Boy." Petey said, his voice more sure of himself.

"Petey...Were you born useless?" Gary stared at the smaller boy with a sneer ready to be made. "Or were you just born as a girl that didn't develop properly?"

"Gary... I really don't need this. School just started, so can you wait a day or two before you start tormenting me?" Petey said with such a crisp cool, it reminded Gary of Jimmy two years before. Although he didn't mind that Petey didn't deny that Gary still bothered him. He was still usable.

"Well, if you won't tell me, I'll find someone who will."Gary stood up and walked out of the room. Petey just stood there amazed; Gary didn't punch him once...Maybe he was just too baked to remember to. Petey sighed at his depressing thoughts.

Gary took out his last joint he had brought to this little piece of hell. He lit up, aware there was no one around, omit the mindless prefects. He walked briskly, a little off balance, and walked to the school gates. He leaned against the brick wall, watched the smoke wander into the darkness and thought; his mind was racing at the speed of light, so he decided who to go to in a matter of seconds.

'Who would sell drugs in this dump? Preps? They wouldn't have any suspicion on them, but then again, they could always pay their way out of trouble if they were under suspicion. On the other hand, why would the Preps go out of their way to provide for everyone that hated them? Money is the last thing those faggots need. What about the Bullies? Probable, but I can't see the idiots selling, they have a hard time leaving their goods unused, and they'd use it all before they left the dealer. Greasers, now they have a need for money; but they'd need the money to start. Nothing but consumers. Who does that leave. Townies. Let's give good ol' Edgar a visit.