A crazy story idea, I know.

I'm not sure it's going to be all that popular.

But hey, it's worth a shot.

Hopefully, you like it. :)

It was the coming of the end of the summer, when everyone one was re-enrolling or starting new at the worst school in the country.

Bullworth Academy.

Jimmy Hopkins stood in front of his school, a smile on his face. His mom had dropped him off again, deciding that if he could manage to stay in a school for a year without being expelled, then he should stay in this school for as long as he could without getting sent home.

"Ah, another year of ruling the school." Jimmy said with a relaxed sigh, walking into his kingdom.

Gary was still pissed. The thought of Jimmy ruling his school had been eating at him since the day he'd been expelled. It should be mine, all mine, he thought sourly, pacing in his room. The image of Jimmy standing in front of him Jimmy's first day, and the image of Jimmy staring at him on his own last day of school was like rubbing salt into a wound. It burned him.

Jimmy Hopkins, I will get you. He growled angrily and ran his hands through his messy hair. "Jimmy, my friend, you better watch your back."

Gary searched his room, sighing. His eyes rested on his dad's wallet, which he'd taken a couple days ago. It had enough money to bribe people to let him back in... He grinned wider than the Cheshire Cat.

Hopkins, I am coming for you.

I stood, wide-eyed as I looked at the gates of the infamous school of Bullworth Academy. I turned quickly, looking at my dad. He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. I asked him frantically "Why do I have to go here?!" I was a straight A student, with a 4.0 grade average. All my teachers at my other schools loved me, and the only problems I had were with other students.

He sighed, shaking his head. "I already explained, hun. Your mother would've wanted this for you." I glared at him, saying "How would you know what she wanted for me?! You weren't there for us for most of my life!"

He said loudly, obviously upset I mentioned it "I know!.. I know. I'm sorry for it, too. But please, just stay here for a year, see how you like it."

"How can anyone like this Hell?!" I shouted.

He just shook his head, saying "Don't forget to take your medication."

I crinkled my nose. "I don't need the medication, dad. I'm fine without it."

"Last time you forgot I got a call from the police, telling me you caught a racoon and released it in the neighbor's house."

I giggled a little, saying "It was just a little joke, geez!"

He frowned deeply, saying "And it cost me $300 bucks. Just, please. Take it."

I rolled my eyes, saying "Whatever."

He sighed again, saying "You are just like your mother was when she was your age. You are so smart, but you are a troublemaker. Just try to straighten yourself out while your here."

"I'm fine, dad! I'm mentally sound, I don't need to be straightened out!"

He yelled angrily "No you aren't! You... Just please, take your meds and don't start any trouble for Dr. Crabblesnitch. He and I knew each other, when we were in high school."

I rolled my eyes, lying through my teeth with a smile "Okay, fine. I'll try and be good."

"Alright, good. See you next year." He said quietly, getting in the car and pulling away. I turned around, the fake smile sliding off my face. I looked the place up and down, sighing.

Welcome to Hell, Lex.

I sighed, walking through the gate, studying everyone I saw, sizing them up. A few random young kids, Nerds, Preps, Jocks, Greasers, and Bullies. I could see a few guys watching me. I rolled my eyes. Idiots. I watched as they nudged their friends, pointing "discreetly" at me. I frowned, and kept walking.

I saw a few girls giving me dirty looks, obviously not happy with the attention I brought. I winked, a small smirk on my face. They all made disgusted faces. "Ha, stupid bitches..." I walked into the school, still laughing inwardly.

Maybe this place won't be so bad.

I walked up the stairs, turning into the office. The secretary looked up, frowning slightly, but asked "Name please."

I replied in a relaxed tone "Lexy Wilton."

She rolled her eyes, nodding. "Ah yes, we've expected you. Dr. Crabblesnitch is in the room to the right."

I nodded, walking in and plopping in a chair, saying casually "Hey."

He turned around in his chair, and a smile came to his face. "You're Lexy Wilton, aren't you?"

I shrugged, answering "Legally, yes."

He said while studying my face "You look like your father. I can see your mother's big amber eyes though. I remember seeing you when you were very young. Ah, so long ago."

I nodded, waving my hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah. Fond memories, whatever. Can we just skip the bonding and get straight to the point?"

He sighed, saying "Be respectful. Well, we'd love to have such an exceptional student here. Just stick to the rules, and you'll be fine..."

I inwardly groaned. I smiled and said "Okay, I just need a uniform and my schedule."

He nodded, grabbing my schedule and handing me a pile of clothing. "Here you go. School starts on Monday." He slid it across the table, and I grabbed it up, standing up and turning, walking out. I could hear him mutter "Maybe she should..."

I stepped out of the office when I collided with a person. I pushed a foot back to ground myself, the person bouncing off me and falling on the floor. I looked down at the boy, who was moaning.

I rolled my eyes, saying "Watch where you walk, punk." He looked up at me, nodding quickly. He went to scramble away awkwardly, but I snatched his hand quickly. He squeaked in fear and tried to pull away.

I laughed, pulling him to his feet. He stared at me, wide-eyed. I asked him, an eyebrow quirked "Am I that intimidating?"

He blushed, saying while awkwardly shifting his feet "W-well, n-no, the way you l-looked when you said t-that, you just reminded me of G-G-Gary..." He looked around, seeming paranoid.

"Who's Gary?" I asked him in a bored tone, but I was interested to know who Gary was.

His jaw dropped. "You've never heard of Gary?" He asked, obviously shocked.

I rolled my eyes, saying "No, I'm just asking for shits and giggles."

He flinched at my tone, answering "Gary was a sociopath who was going here for a while, but he betrayed Jimmy and me and tried to take over the school."

I laughed, saying "Wow, so scary."

He replied, oddly blank "Don't doubt me when I say he was something to be afraid of. He got expelled last year, when Jimmy showed everyone what he actually was."

I shrugged, saying "Well, who's Jimmy?"

The kid smiled, saying "Jimmy's my friend. Well, kinda. He's on top at this school."

I nodded, thoughtful. "Good to know..."

He seemed slightly suspicious of me, but he said "Yeah..."

I finally looked the kid up and down. He was almost the same height as me, a little shorter, I was guessing. He had light brown hair, and brown eyes. He was wearing a pink shirt, with the Bullworth vest.

"What's your name?"

I blinked, his voice pulling me away from examining him. "Lexy Wilton. Just call me Lex, though."

He nodded, smiling a little. "I'm Peter Kowalski. Call me Pete."

I nodded, returning the smile softly. I looked around, noticing a couple girls behind him, and I could read their lips.

"Slut, poor Peter. He doesn't know what he's getting into."

"Do you see her clothes?!"

I was wearing a pair of baggy camo pants, with many pockets. I had black combat boots, which were polished to a shine, and a form-fitting black tanktop, which hugged my C-cup breasts. My dark brown hair was just past shoulder-length, falling down in soft curls. I had light, amber eyes, with long eyelashes and pink cheeks.

Ha, sounds like I'm describing my mother when she was my age... I cleared the thought quickly, not wanting to think about her.

I looked over Pete's shoulder, yelling loudly "Hey, ever heard of discretion? Or are you too inbred to use the one half of your brain you have?"

Pete's eyes widened, whispering "Hey, don't start-"

They glared at me, but they were obviously embarrassed. "What did you say?!" One yelled out.

I said, rolling my eyes "What, were you born without eardrums?.. Probably."

The taller one stalked over, stepping up to me. I was probably an inch or two taller, and I looked down at her, an evil grin on my face.

"Problem?"

Her eyes widened, and she stumbled back a little, looking at her friend. I then noticed that a lot of people were watching us. Most looked shocked, or slightly irritated.

I heard someone whisper "Is it Gary?.. Nah, it's a girl... But.."

I searched the crowd, still grinning.

"Another sociopath? Dammit, do they gather here or something?" Someone said rather loudly. Someone was pushing through the crowd. He stepped around a Jock, who was taller than him.

I quickly inspected him. He was probably two inches taller than me, maybe a little bit more. He had light ginger colored hair, which was shaved close. He had a scar on his head, by the hairline. He wore the Bullworth outfit, with a popped collar. He had freckles stretched across his cheeks, and redder brown eyes. His jaw was set, obviously clenching his teeth together. He was very broad-shouldered and muscular, and I could see small scars on his knuckles, telling me he'd been in his fair share of fistfights.

Handsome enough, I guess.

I shrugged, and he scanned the circle, seeing Pete, and his gaze landed on me.

He asked bluntly "Who are you?"

I shrugged, saying "The new girl." I walked up to him, our shoulders brushing against each other as I pushed past the Jocks. I pushed my way through the people, deciding I'd drawn enough attention today.

I made my way around a corner, listening for footsteps. I could hear loud one's approaching. They were right behind me soon, and I spun around, turning to face the ginger boy, who skidded to a stop, startled by me turning around.

I asked him "Do you need something?" I gave him a cold look.

He frowned, answering "Yeah, I do. Who are you?"

I sighed, saying "Lex. Now can I leave?"

He shook his head, asking "Who am I?"

I looked at him, disbelieving. "How the hell should I know? You didn't tell me!"

He said cautiously "Jimmy Hopkins."

I spun around, waving my hand dramatically as I walked away, saying "Hey, hi, how are you, nice to meet you finally, I've heard so much about you, I gotta go, see ya, maybe later."

He asked, and I could hear the smirk on his face "Are you always this rude?"

"Are you always this idiotic?" I asked him, not looking at him as he followed behind me.

He said "Only when I need to dumb it down for idiots."

I stopped and spun around, stalking up to him so we were face-to-face. I scowled, snarling out "Call me stupid, and I swear I'll give you a vasectomy with a dull, rusty knife."

He stepped back slightly, saying while raising his hands "Hey, calm down, psycho. Take a chill pill."

I stepped forward, saying angrily "I don't need to take that stupid medication!"

He took a big step back, saying "Hey hey hey, calm down. It's just a metaphor, don't take it so seriously. I'm just trying to converse with you here."

I took deep breaths, calming myself slowly. I sighed, saying quietly "I'm not really one for talking."

He stepped up, saying "Well, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Name's Jimmy Hopkins. What's yours?"

I started saying "I already tol-" I stopped, and sighed tiredly. I aggrievedly said "Hi, I'm Lexy Wilton, it's so nice to meet you."

He chuckled, saying sarcastically "Oh, that was so friendly."

I shoved him a little, saying with a small grin "And you are so intellectual."

He grinned, saying "Well, how about I show you around."

I nodded, saying "That's very gentleman-like of you."

He said, a teasing smirk "Keep up."

Gary strode into the gates of the school, which should be his. He frowned, walking straight for the school building. He couldn't help but smirk when his eyes rested on a younger kid. The kid cowered in fear, scurrying away. He scanned the faces who stood around him. Many people seemed fearful. Others were obviously shocked, and a few looked pissed.

He strode gracefully past all of them, chin high. I still own this school, he thought as he made his way into the school.

He watched as people gasped, running off or watching him curiously. He could hear someone whisper "I thought he was in an insane asylum..."

He heard another say "What's he doing here? Oh god, please tell me he isn't getting back in..."

Gary walked up the stairs silently, making his way into the office. The secretary looked at him with a shocked expression. "M-Mr. Smith, you aren't supposed to be here." He grinned, saying "I'm here to talk to Dr. Crabblesnitch."

Without waiting for her response, he pushed open the doors and walked in, saying "I'd like to enroll."

Dr. Crabblesntich turned, looking at him, scowling. "You aren't supposed to be on school grounds, Gary!"

Gary frowned, saying "I'd like to apologize for all I did, and I even brought payment to get me re-enrolled." He tossed the wallet on the table. Crabblesnitch said with a sigh, opening it "We can't accept bribes to-" He paused, and Gary could tell he was counting the money. He coughed slightly, saying "Well, Bullworth Academy does believe in second chances, but because of how late you enrolled, we only have one room without a second roommate... But it's in the Girl's Dorm..." Dr. Crabblesnitch seemed to be thinking it over, but Gary knew one thing for sure.

I'm in.

"I think you two will be fine together. Just keep your nose clean." He said sternly, adding "You may go get your school uniform. I believe you kept your vest?"

Gary, nodded, pulling it out of his pant's pocket. "Thank you sir, I promise I won't be problematic anymore."

He turned on his heel, waltzing out of the room. He picked up a uniform, barely breaking stride as he walked to the boy's restroom and changed.

He came out, grinning as he fixed his sweater vest. He noticed a very familiar pink shirt.

"Femme-boy!" Gary shouted at the boy walking farther away.

The boy winced and spun around, seeing Gary. His eyes grew as wide as saucers, and he cowered lightly. Gary could see femme-boy muttering "Ohgodohgodohgod."

Gary walked over to Pete, who looked like he was slowly losing all circulation to his brain. He wrapped an arm around Pete, saying "So nice to see you, friend. You've gotten taller, femme-boy. You still look girly. You should consider something better than a pink shirt."

"Oh God, Gary, what are you doing here?!" Pete asked frantically, pulling away.

Gary grinned, saying calmly "Oh, just coming back for fond memories, here to make more. I re-enrolled."

Pete starting breathing irregularly. "Don't pass out, Petey, I have so much to tell you about that happened over the summer."

Pete shook his head, stuttering out "I-I-I g-go-gotta go, G-Gary..." He rushed off without another word.

Gary crossed his arms, a cheek-splitting smirk on his face.

"Ah, Junior high school year."

Jimmy and I were walking nonchalantly around the school when we saw Pete barreling faster than I've ever seen a kid around the corner, looking at us, obviously panicking.

"Hey, Petey, what's your problem?" Jimmy asked, slightly concerned.

Petey looked at Jimmy, looking slightly speechless. He huffed out "H-He's... He's back... Gary's back."

Jimmy scowled deeply, clenching his fists and his jaw.

"What?!"

I crossed my arms, saying "Wait, I thought you said he was expelled."

"He was. The manipulative little rat probably talked his way back in, or bribed someone." Jimmy said, and I could hear him grind his teeth in anger.

Pete was catching his breath, and he said "Gary's probably going to be after you, Jimmy."

Jimmy nodded, saying "We gotta get ready for him."

I raised an eyebrow in question, watching as Jimmy grabbed Petey, saying "We gotta go, we'll catch you later."

Jimmy dragged Pete along, leaving me standing there.

I sighed as I made my way into the Girl's dorm, walking tiredly up to my room. I'd spent most of the rest of the day on my tour or just thinking. I got to my room, where all my stuff had been taken. I pushed the door in lazily, flicking the light on. I closed and locked the door after myself. I sighed, looking around the room. They'd dropped my stuff off here, setting it in my bag.

I heard a minute sound, coming from my bathroom.

Someone's in the shower.

"Do I have a roommate?.." I muttered quietly. I shrugged, not really caring.

"I'll explain my rules to them later."

I walked over to my bag, pulling stuff out and organizing it, putting my clothes in my dresser and setting my notebook on the table. I pulled out my pajamas, which were baggy sweatpants and a crop top. I quickly changed, making sure to listen for the shower to turn off. I grabbed up my pills and set them on my nightstand.

I ran hands through my hair, sighing. I grabbed up my notebook, opening it. I smiled softly, flipping through the pages. They were all drawings I'd done. Most were odd, fantasy scenes. My favorite was a girl in a dress walking through an open iron gate, into a huge garden with flowers that could be as tall as trees and flowers that were as small as buttons.

The shower turned off.

I listened carefully for footsteps. They were light, but I could pick them out. I listened as the door handle turned, and the door opened. I looked up to the bathroom door.

A dark-haired boy wrapped in a towel stood, drying his hair. He glanced up at me, his dark brown irises gleaming. I noticed quickly the scar over the right eye. He had broad shoulders, not as broad as Jimmy, but he was probably taller than Jimmy. He was quite muscular, but he was of leaner muscle than Jimmy. He was very handsome, with wet, messy hair, which faded out.

I looked back up at him, forcing myself not to show my embarrassment or shock.

My roommate's a boy?!

I quirked an eyebrow, a facade bored look on my face. I asked him "So, you're my roommate?"

He nodded, saying with a grin "Yes, and I think we are going to get along quite nicely."

I felt a shudder slide down my spine, but I shrugged, looking back down to my drawings as I said "As long as you don't touch my me, my meds, and stay on your side of the room unless you absolutely need to come on my side, then I don't care."

He raised an eyebrow, saying with a smirk "Does someone like being in charge?"

I cast a glance his way, staring at him. I answered "I don't need to be the one in control. I just don't want to or like being controlled."

He said with a sick smile "You are one or the other."

I shut my notebook, saying "Let's just call this an equal partnership. I don't control you, and you don't control me. We stick to the rules, and just ignore each other."

He frowned, saying as he walked over to the other dresser in the room "That doesn't sound like any fun. How about you stick to whatever I say, and you don't get punished."

I frowned. Oh, he's that kind of guy.

"Listen here, bub," I said sharply "I don't play by those rules. I really really don't want to have to give you a reality check, but I will if I have to."

He looked over his shoulder at me, a slightly surprised face, which he quickly covered up. He said darkly "I don't think you know who you're talking to."

I said with a sarcastic smirk "I don't think I give a shit who I'm talking to."

He stayed quiet for a minute, before his eyes shot to my nightstand. He frowned, saying with a growl "Where did you get those?"

I said with a warning tone "It's not any of your concern. They're mine, and that's all you need to know."

His eyebrow raised silently, but he turned back to the dresser. He pulled out some boxers, turning and looking at me. I could see the little droplets of water sliding down his body, over his chest, down his abs... I immediately corrected myself, hoping he hadn't noticed.

From the mischievous smile on his face, I was guessing he had.

He asked in a sick, twisted tone "Would you prefer I change somewhere else?... Or do you want me to fulfill your sick fantasies of me in your head?"

I snarled, saying "Go change in the bathroom, you sick bastard. Nobody's that desperate to see someone naked."

He scowled, and I grinned in triumph. He walked into the bathroom to change, leaving me alone in the room to think.

Who the hell does this guy think he is?!

I sighed, pretty sure this guy was going to do something to me in the middle of the night. I looked over at my meds, which were sitting silently on the table. Stupid meds. I shouldn't have to take them. They make me feel like I'm watching someone live my life for me as I watch.

The bathroom door opened again, and the dark-haired guy stepped out in his boxers.

He walked over to his bed silently, laying down on it quietly. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, and I shrugged.

He's thinking.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

I blinked in surprise, replying "Name's Lexy Wilton. Don't call me Lexy though. Just Lex."

He nodded silently, and I realized I hadn't ever caught his name. I stood up and walked over to the light switch, turning the lights off. I returned to my bed, crawling under the covers. I asked him quietly, a small smile on my face "What about you?"

He replied "Smith. Gary Smith."

My smile fell.

Gary is my roommate?!

That's chapter one everybody!

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