Author's Note: Hey there, its looks like you've stumbled upon one of my stories (oh-ho, clumsy little you!) and as you can see, I'm not very creative when it comes to naming things. I'll change the title later if anything more creative comes to mind. I started writing this story on a whim. I wanted to write something a) with a plot and b) about a new year in Bullworth. Now I have noticed that a long of these fics are new student at Bullworth fics so I've decided to take the less popular rival school route. I dunno but this may turn out to be a Gary/OC thing. Depends how many reviews I get *hinthint*. Anyway, read, review, enjoy.
Prologue: A Genius Never Sleeps
Gary Smith paced back and forth on the flagstone steps in front of the boys' dormitory. He mumbled incoherently to himself, so low and rapid it sounded almost like buzzing. He'd been here less than three months and already he was starting to lose it. How was he expected to survive when he was surrounded by morons? And how was he expected to remain docile in these conditions? After the events at Bullworth, he could expect nothing less than reform school. After all, where else would they stick people who get expelled from the worst school in the country? But this? It was enough to drive a person insane. Of course, this place was just like Bullworth. It was jam-packed with out of control youth. It consisted of the same cliques; bloodthirsty grease balls, Aquaberry clad preps, pee-brained bullies, gorillas on steroids and scrawny, pathetic nerds. Only at Grantham Academy, students were contained. Therapists were prescribed individually to the really messed up students. Medication was distributed as needed. The teachers were competent, and students were actually reprimanded and punished for their wrongdoings.
People here were so hard to manipulate. Why? Because this reform school was actually doing a decent job of reforming the students. Well, Gary Smith was not going to be 'reformed'. No, he wasn't one of these brainless, drugged up morons. They could put him on all the medication in the world, but that wouldn't stop the cogs from turning inside his head. He was going to have his wonderful, long awaited revenge one way or another. All he needed now was another helpless puppet to help him carry out his plans.
Moments later, as if on cue, a pair of adolescents looking quite lost entered the square between the boy's and girl's dorms, heads swiveling back and forth as they took in their surroundings. Pfft, newbies.
The taller one, a blonde girl of about sixteen, tapped the boy accompanying her on the shoulder and pointed directly ahead from where they were standing. The boy, several inches shorter and certainly one or two years younger than the girl on his right, nodded. Then the boy's head turned abruptly, apparently catching sight of Gary. He tugged at his companion's sleeve and she turned as well, whispering something to the boy. Gary held their gaze for several seconds, grinned smugly, and waved before a burly prefect swooped from behind a stone wall, wheeling two bulging sets of luggage behind him. Gary ducked swiftly behind a garbage bin so as not to get caught ditching classes. He watched the prefect guide the two new students out of sight, probably to the headmaster's office.
Gary's lips coiled into a very snake-like grin as he relaxed against the bin. Yes, a pair of puppets would work even better for what he had in store. Jimmy Hopkins, Crabblesnitch, all of Bullworth Academy would pay. In time. First, Gary had to convince the new kids they needed his help. And after they'd been introduced to a few of the residents, that would be a piece of hypothetical cake.