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Chapter 3. Summer Fun

"Peter," Gord began, "Don't think you can escape me just because Hannah's your girlfriend."

"Leave me alone!" Pete ran towards the school, but it disappeared as soon as he made it to the main entrance. He pounded on the iron gates, begging for someone to let him inside.

The preppie was getting closer. He came towards the boy with slow but menacing steps. Petey slammed his fists against the gates repeatedly, hollering at the top of his lungs.

"Poor little Peter." Gord shook his head miserably before forcing him onto the wall. His lips were hovering above the head boy's.

"Let go of me! I love Hannah!" Pete shouted, struggling in vain against him.

"Are you sure?" With those last words, Gord went in for the kiss, causing Pete to go weak at the knees. The last thing he heard was Gord's arrogant laughter.

Petey rolled out of his bed, landing painfully to the hard wooden floor. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he rose to his feet and turned on the light. It was all a dream. There's was nothing to worry about. Still, he couldn't help feeling slightly ill after seeing Gord Vendome appear in his dreams.

'Relax Pete. Nothing to worry about.' he thought to himself.

- - -

Biology was his last hour of the day. It wasn't fair that he still had to attend classes even though summer vacation had begun. So far, he had no contact with Gord Vendome or anyone else he saw at the night club. Good. Things seemed to be getting better. His hopes of being avoided were shattered however when a new boy entered the room. His hair was amber and the brown in his eyes sparkled brightly under the light.

"Class, please welcome our newest student-"

But the Biology teacher never had the chance to finish for the boy already seated himself beside Petey, saying, "You can skip the introductions, plebian. Everyone should know who the hell I am."

"And if we don't?" Pete questioned.

The amber-haired boy straightened the collars of his leather jacket before facing the other boy. He extended a hand and said, "Sorry, chap, my name is Kyle Spencer. I am the elder brother of Tad."

Pete's jaw dropped. He was gobsmacked. This guy was Tad's elder brother? How could that be possible?

"What? You didn't know that?" Kyle laughed. "You are such a dink!"

The smaller boy's face flourished bright red. He sighed heavily and took out his pencil once the teacher slapped the assignment down on his desk. After examining the paper, he started working and nearly got a headache in the process. He watched the other students around him, who were either drawing, passing notes, or making spit balls.

"Say dink?" Kyle whispered to him. "Do you have any idea what I'm writing? My work looks like scribbles."

Pete glanced down at his paper for a moment, then looked at Kyle, who had his arm raised up high in the air.

"Excuse me, sir? This boy's cheating on my work!" he announced innocently.

Petey felt his ears warm up as Watts began scolding him out like a madman. The bell rang and he was dismissed once the teacher ripped his perfectly written paper to shreds.

"Wasn't that fun, dink?" Kyle sneered, clutching his books tight in his arms.

"What the heck is your problem?!" Petey snarled angrily. "I didn't do anything to you!"

The amber-haired preppie simply grinned mischievously before following him into the restrooms. Pete threw his bag aside and sauntered over to the sink, keeping his eyes firmly on his reflection as the other boy began to speak.

"You know a guy named Gary Smith, don't you?" His faux-British accent flowed naturally.

Pete didn't reply. Instead, he brushed past him, hoping that he'd leave sooner or later. He wouldn't though because he obviously enjoyed making the smaller boy angry. Kyle grabbed his arm and turned him around, their noses just inches apart.

"I asked you a question, shortie. I think I deserve an answer." Kyle's eyes gazed deep into Pete's.

"Yes! I know him! Why does it matter!" Pete shouted. "You shouldn't even be asking these kind of questions!"

"Has working in a night club really pissed you off that much, dink?"

His words scared the crap out of the head boy. How did he know that? What the hell was going on? If he knew, could that mean Gary knew too? Pete wanted answers. So he exhaled slowly before meeting the preppie's eyes, saying, "Where's Gary? Tell me where he is."

"Right here, femme boy." Came the sociopath's voice from behind them.

And sure enough, out of the shadows stepped Jimmy's rival in the flesh, wearing a grin more evil than the one he usually wore. He let out a chuckle as he approached the two teenagers.

"Gary how did you-"

"I investigate, little Petey. You should know that already." Gary explained. "But that's not the point. I have something planned for all of us.

"Like what?" Pete asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"Fun, Kowalski. Summer fun we can spend together. Just the three of us." Gary replied casually.

Pete was about to refuse when Kyle flashed a photo in front of his face, revealing him singing on stage with a ridiculous costume he was supposed wear. His face reddened again. They got him. God, how he hated Smith more than anyone else in Bullworth. The smaller boy let another sigh escape his lips. Then he followed the others outside, listening to Gary tell him his big plans for their 'summer fun'.

Petey didn't reliaze that Derby Harrington had been standing in one of the stalls when they were discussing all this. He sauntered out coolly, letting the door slam shut behind him. The blonde prep stood there for a moment, stroking his chin in thought.

"Summer fun, eh? I think this shall be interesting to see."