Author's note: Hooray! I made it to the fourth chapter! And I am thankful to PrinceHarrington, gamefangurl, and rockshocka4223 for the awesome reviews! To all my readers, I hope this chapter isn't a let down! Enjoy and R&R! Please! =)

Chapter 4. Operation Summer Fun Begins

Pete crossed his arms over his tiny chest and glared sourly out the window, not even bothering to give the sociopath beside him a glance. This didn't hurt Gary one bit and he leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head.

Kyle, however, was busy arguing with the limo driver because he kept nagging the sixteen-year old prep about traveling to a far away place during classes.

"It's just not right, Master Spencer! Think of your father!" the driver exclaimed.

"To the hell with my father." Kyle stated dryly as the vehicle slowly came to a stop.

Gary smirked as the trio stepped out onto the sidewalk. They had reached their destination. Petey couldn't believe that they were actually in California. Of all the places for Gary to pick, why oh why did it have to be here?

How did he get into this mess? Oh, it was all coming back to him again…

Pete was rudely awakened to the sound of his alarm clock. He glanced over. It was seven o'clock a.m. He groaned and pulled the covers over his head, muttering a few curse words to himself.

"PETER KOWALSKI, PLEASE GET YOUR TUCKUS OUT HERE, YOU DINK!" Came someone's bark from outside the dorm.

Petey immediately rolled out of his bed and hurried through the doors, but a pair of hands suddenly grabbed him by both arms. It was Kyle Spencer dressed up as a security guard. The small boy never got to ask questions for he was dragged off to the main entrance. A shiny black limo pulled up next to them and the window to the passenger's side rolled down, revealing none other than Gary Smith.

"Phase one of operation summer is ready to go, Smith!" Kyle announced proudly.

"Excellent. Let's get going then. We've got a long trip." Gary said, flipping on his sunglasses.

"Hold it! I wanna know what's going on!"

But it was too late for the head boy was chucked carelessly into the vehicle and Kyle seated himself beside him, slamming the door shut behind him. Then the car started making its way down the road.

"Here we are." Kyle said, stopping in front of a fancy hotel.

Pete raised an eyebrow as he took out his phone and walked into the building, saying, "I'll be right back, gentleman. This will only take a minute."

The smaller than average boy turned to Gary and asked, "What is he going to do?"

"You'll see, femme boy." Gary replied with a cruel smirk.

The two teenagers waited for at least five or ten minutes. Then the sound of a gun shot struck their ears. Kyle showed up a couple seconds later, his leather jacket drenched in blood. Pete clutched his chest like he had taken a shot to the heart while the other simply laughed hysterically.

"So you really did it?" the sociopath howled.

Kyle nodded, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Yes, the deed is done. Let's go home now."

"What the hell did you do?!" Pete shrieked, jumping in front of them so they wouldn't walk away.

"I killed Miley Cyrus." Kyle answered flatly. "I wanted her to sign an autograph for Parker's little sister. She refused so I shot her."

Petey kept staring at him in complete shock. Even on the way back home. He had a feeling that Gary's summer fun was going to get all of them killed. Maybe not killed, but something more horrifying than he could imagine. Still, it was pretty interesting to watch them. Once they returned to Bullworth, the trio went to the night club and had themselves some drinks. Pete settled for one glass and refused to drink another. He knew what would happen if he drank too much. Jesus, that was a terrible night.

"This just in. The pop singing sensation Hannah Montana had been shot this afternoon. Police have not discovered the murderer yet but they are continuing to search." The black-haired reporter's words made both Gary and Kyle exchange looks then burst into laughter.

Pete couldn't help but let a tiny giggle escape his lips. Gary grinned menacingly and patted his shoulder, saying, "See Petey? Wasn't that fun? You can't tell me that you don't want to be apart of my plan."

"Y-yeah but..." the brown-haired boy stammered. "Aren't we going to get in trouble for this?"

"Taken care of." Kyle said coolly. "I'll pay the police their money tomorrow."

Pete sighed heavily before slamming his head against the table.

- - -

"He'll come. I know he'll come home." Hannah kept telling herself as she waited outside the boys dorm.

11:30 p.m.

She couldn't see anyone in the distance. Not a single soul.

12:01 a.m.

"He'll come. He's just really busy tonight. Yeah, that's it."

12: 45 a.m.

Her lips began to quiver from the bitter cold. Hannah's eyes started to shut, but she blinked them several times. She couldn't give in to sleep. She'd wait all morning if she had to.

1:15 a.m.

Nobody came yet. The girl felt absolutely miserable standing out there all by herself. She rubbed her rusting arms repeatedly before taking her sights back on the pathway to the dorms. Hannah bit her lip, muttering words of encourgement to keep her from leaving.

3:00 a.m.

By this time, Hannah almost drifted to sleep mode had it not been for a pair of arms that went around her waist, scaring the shit out of her.

"Hello Hannah." A silky British accent struck her ears.

She turned around to be greeted by Derby Harrington, the leader of the preppies and the damn rich bastard she hated more than anything else. Hannah pushed him away, her eyes narrowing in disgust.

"What do you want, Harrington?" she hissed viciously.

"Oh Hannah!" Derby laughed. "Why say my name with such hate, my dear? I only want to say hello!"

"Fucking liar!" Her eyes never left his. "Just get out of here! You've treated Petey like crap and I want nothing to do with you!"

She raised a fist at him, which the Harrington boy laugh even harder. He wiped the tears from his eyes before starting to walk away. But he stopped and turned his head to her once he got only a few steps away from her.

"If Pete ever does something horrible to you, then come to me, dearest. I'll make you never hurt again."

"I'll consider that. But I highly doubt he'll do that to me." Hannah scoffed.

A cruel smile formed on the preppie's lips. She had no idea what Peter was doing with Smith and Tad's older brother. He loved the entertainment he was getting from watching this happen.

"Your trust in Kowalski is rather sickening, Hannah. You have no idea what human beings are like, do you?" With that, the head prep departed her, leaving her to ponder on his words.

Petey would never do anything to hurt her, but then again, he was acting rather strangely around her when they were standing at the beach house. Plus, Derby made an interesting point. She didn't have the slightest clue on human feelings or behaviors. Unless she upgraded on her robotic system she would never understand them.

Maybe Pete was doing something she'd soon regret.