So I, basically, am very disappointed with the FF community.

YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED.

Like 10 GaryPetey stories out of 140?! That's 130 useless stories!! YOU SICK BASTARDS. I decided to add my own little ficcy to the community. This fandom has so much potential...

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"Gary, you realize I don't want you to screw up this time…"

"I know, mom, damn." The scarred teenager crossed his arms and scowled. 5 months at Happy Volts, he was ready to get the hell back to civilization.

"Gary," his mother started with an exasperated sigh "I'm serious. You're a smart kid, you read people very….easily." She gripped the steering wheel as they came to the stoplight. Her knuckles turned white, and her cherry polished nails gripped the palm of her own hand.

Silence.

"…and, I want you to realize how many strings we had to pull to get you back into this school…"

Gary stared out the window and pretended to listen to his druggie cow of a mother. He began to ponder of what people might say when they see him. He knew Hopkins would be pissed, and it didn't help he was on thin-ice, meaning no violence. But then another realization—

Petey.

Dear old Femme-Boy. Oh how he will dread their room being shared once more.

This thought of Peter Kowalski in torment made Gary chuckle darkly to himself, which made his mother shift in her car seat uneasily. The old Volkswagen pulled up to an iron gate with a gargoyle overlooking who entered.

"Well, we're here. Go see Dr. Crabblesnitch. He made it very," she hesitated, "clear, that he needed to talk to you."

Gary was already outside the car with his bags, and walked up to the slowly-opening gate.

The car skidded off down the street.

Through the rain.

Leaving Gary on his own.

Walking through the campus wasn't very welcoming, to say the least. Cold glares and snorts were his home-coming gifts. Just as he remembered the jack-asses at this school. He was the only one lacking a dry umbrella, but who the hell needed one. He wouldn't wear this T-shirt for at least a month. Spring break. Woo-hoo.

Gary was so pre-occupied in his thoughts, as he is ALWAYS thinking, he barely noticed the carrot-top bigshot walking past him.

"I swear," Beatrice started "They've started to scab!"

" Well, yeah, I'll have to take a raincheck…"

Gary's head snapped up. He knew that voice.

It was too late to dodge his gaze, as he was already spotted.

"…"

"…"

"What the FUCK are you doing back here, you psychopathic shit?!"

Gary smirked. "You know, James," Gary started putting emphasis on Hopkins' full name, "Saying 'fuck' and 'shit'—contrary to popular belief—doesn't make you sound any smarter…you'd find, actually, that it makes one sound inferior..." his smile widened "Weak, even."

Jimmy glared and was guided away by Beatrice before he could do anything brash, but that didn't stop Jimmy from glancing over his shoulder as he retreated into school grounds.

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"Ah, Smith."

"Sir…"

"One moment. Take a seat, boy."

Gary grimaced at the name "boy" and sat down in the oak chair in front of Dr. Crabblesnitch's desk. The head pushed the red button on the intercom system and his booming voice came over the loud-speakers.

"Peter Kowalski to the Head's office. That is all."

Gary winced deviously. His own little punching bag was back.

"So, Gary." Dr. Crabblesnitch inquired as he folded his hands and leaned over his desk. "You will be abiding every rule, order, and code of conduct in the handbook. You will have your old room-mate, as you may have gathered."

"Yes, sir." He knew it was best to agree with everything the head said now, and bend, stretch, and sculpt the rules into just what he wanted them to be later. Making the whole school his moldable little puppet that did everything he expected without even realizing it. Manipulative little bastard.

Peter Kowalski groaned at the announcement on the P.A. system. He was just capturing the character of Ms. Philips' lip hair. Why did he have to get called down during art class?! Dammit all!

He threw his pencil down on his desk with a clack and got up to leave out the door. The art room WAS right down the hall from the office, so how long could he stay for anyway? What did he even do?

"Hello, miss. The head sent for me?"

Ms. Danvers looked up from Dr. Crabblesnitch's agenda to see the brunette boy. "Oh yes! Peter," She motioned at the door with her pencil she was writing with. "Go on in." Pete nodded and turned the door handle until it clicked and took a step in.

One step is all though.

Because he sure as hell recognized that Hitler hair cut.

"…G-Gary…?"

Mr. Smith turned around. "Femme-er, Peter!" Gary was so excited he was at a loss for names for once. His brain skipped ahead to the nickname the head would surely disapprove of.

"You're dismissed, Mr. Smith. Mr. Kowalski, may I speak with you a moment?"

Pete, now white as a ghost, nodded, and walked further in.

Gary sweeped by the shorter boy and smiled viciously, back to the principal. "See you around…Femme-boy." He muttered under his breath. And just like that, he was out the door, and Petey was sitting where Gary had just a moment ago, the seat still warm.

Gary sat outside of the office in the chairs lined up in a waiting-room type fashion. He was studying Ms. Danvers. Repulsive creature, simply repulsive. She was way too old to be wearing a dress that short. What was she, like 50? Gary crossed his arms and sneered at the sight of her. Gary looked up as the office door creaked open and revealed the headmaster shaking Petey's hand and thanking him. Gary was pondering for what. Petey seemed beyond uneasy. Dr. Crabblesnitch cleared his throat. "Mr. Smith, do you remember where the dorm is?" Gary grimaced. Of course he does. But…

"No, sir. I can't say I do." Gary closed one eye playfully and rested a finger on the side of his head. "5 months in a mental facility can really mess up a young man's mind."

"I see." The headmaster said. "Mr. Kowalski, would you show Gary to your dorm?"

Petey gulped and nodded. Then they headed outside.

They were silent most of the walk. Around the school, past the library. It would take a while to get there. They walked slowly with their hands shoved in their pockets and looked down. The rain came down on top of their heads.

"…"

"So, little Petey, you're not even one bit interested in how I got back here?"

Petey growled. "You threatened someone with a knife, probably. Fuckin' psychopath."

"Petey, that stings!"

"Don't even try the dramatic gay act." Petey was referring to how Gary clutched his chest as if he's been wounded. It pissed Pete off more than hell.

Gary chuckled.

"Well, Femme-boy, it seems you've grown some balls since I left."

Pete rolled his eyes. What a jag.

They made it to the dorm, finally. And the days classes were over anyway.

"I missed freaking art for this?" Pete asked himself as he plopped down on his bed.

"Quit bitching, you queer."

Petey decided he'd pushed his luck too far, and stopped talking.

After deciding to stay in the rest of the night, since it was oh-so-rainy, he started on some English homework. Mr. Galloway was being a bitch about papers. It was due in 2 days. Ugh, he had to write the outline, the draft…

He'd almost forgotten about the sociopath in his room. He was unreasonably quiet.

He wondered why for a brief moment then went back to his assignment.

Okay, well I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope I get more reviews than I was expecting!

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