Peter Kowalski looked at himself in the dirty, old mirror. He surveyed his reflection, examining the way the cheap suit made him look. He didn't really like suits, but he had to wear one for his new job. He had taken a job in Bullworth, at a local firm once owned by Gord Vendome's father, but now belonging to Gord himself. The job was low-paying and menial, simple computer repair for the firm, but it was the best offer had had gotten.
It was strange, being back in Bullworth. He hadn't been there since he had graduated from Bullworth Academy a year early and gone to university for Computer Science. He had vowed to never look back as long as he lived. The entire town was rotten to the very core, but it was like a great force of nature, and like a hurricane or a typhoon, it was awful, yet beautiful. He could never really escape Bullworth.
Being in Bullworth had brought back memories; that was for certain, but even before he had come back to the town, he had thought about the place frequently. Mostly he thought about his friends, Jimmy Hopkins and Gary Smith. It was strange how much he missed them sometimes, how he could still feel the wind whipping around him as they rode bikes, up to God-knows-what mischief. They weren't perfect friends – Gary definitely wasn't – but still they were his friends, and that meant the world to him.
He certainly didn't miss the merciless bullying and cruel teasing of his first year at Bullworth Academy, the awful days before Jimmy came to the school in their sophomore year. He remembered Halloween of their Sophomore year a lot. Gary had chosen their costumes, a Nazi SS uniform for himself, a skeleton man costume for Jimmy, and a stupid pink bunny get-up for Pete. He had been stuffed into a garbage can by some bullies, but other than that, that Halloween had been a very happy night for Petey, as he had been called back then. Pulling pranks with Jimmy and Gary, running around the school. He felt alive. He felt included. He had managed to escape the isolation and "loser-ness." He had friends.
Even though Gary had turned on them, Pete still remembered him fondly, sometimes. Like those quiet moments when Gary and Petey would just sit on the couch in the Boys' Dorm and watch television. Gary really had been a good friend, before he had stopped taking his medication. Perhaps he had been a bit of a jerk at times, before, but still, he was Petey's friend. His only friend.
He remembered Jimmy the most of all. He thought of that time he and Jim had sat on the edge of the docks and discussed how to take down those Preppy bastards. That triumphant moment when he activated the magnet when Jimmy was fighting the head of the Greaser clique, Johnny Vincent. Ha! How the tides had changed. Johnny Vincent was in prison, last Pete heard, for aggravated assault because of Lola's infidelity, real or imagined, and now Pete was working for one of those Preps. Jimmy and Zoey had children together now, and had moved to some place on the west coast called Los Santos. Last Pete heard, they were doing very well.
Sometimes, when he was trying to fall asleep at night, when the world was quiet, the memories would come floating back and it was almost like he was fifteen and at Bullworth again… Pete had tried to play video games to settle his thoughts, late at night. What he wanted was a way where he could relive the memories, any time he wanted. In fact, that gave him an idea… But that project would have to wait, for now, he had a job to get to. But, one day, he would blow this popsicle stand and do what he really wanted to do – make video games.