This is your NEW school

All characters mentioned in this(except ones that I made up)belong to Rockstar Games.

I do not make money off of this.

Contains slightly worse language than in the game and sexuality. – XX-THIRST

Chapter 9 Dates and Nuts:

Simon's expression became stern as he said to the other boys " Oh gosh, I guess it's me ". He stepped forward.

" My dear Gwen, I shall take it upon myself to go on this date with you ". He bowed very gentleman like.

Gary whispered to Jimmy " Well now, looks like Simon's grown a pair of balls ".

Simon yelled over his shoulder " I heard that! ". Then turning back towards Gwen, he said " Are you willing to accept? ".

" Hmmm ... I don't intend to offend you by any means. I'm normally attracted to those with a higher I.Q...".

" No offence taken at all ".

" But after analyzing my chances of ever being presented with an opportunity such as this again, which are quite slim might I say, I am more than happy to go on this outing with you ".

" By golly, I'm chuffed to bits! Do you have any place in mind where you would like to go? ".

" There's a nice park in town, between Smith Street and Langley Lane, where I like to study the constellations. Meet me there at six thirty PM ".

She patted Simon on the head and left.

" Impressive, Simon" said Gary, strolling over to him. " Even if she is butt ugly and desperate as hell ".

" I'm just being mannerly. Unlike you two who...".

" Hey!" Jimmy interrupted. " I couldn't go because Gary already set up a date for me. Against my will …".

" Please, you're going to whine about that again? Quit bitching ".

" Don't be an ass".

" Your face looks like an ass ".

" You should talk ".

" I don't look like my face was beaten in with an ugly stick".

" I don't have bad breath like you do ".

" Well...uh... at least I'm not short! ".

" I'm not a pompous know-it-all! ".

" I'm not a Neanderthal! ".

" I'm not over compensating for something! ".

" You suck! ".

" You're a jerk! ".

" You smell! ".

" Asshole! ".

" Idiot! ".

" Moron! ".

" Imbecile! ".

" Knave! ".

" What did you say ? ".

" Knave. An unprincipled, untrustworthy or dishonest person. It's a medieval term for a jerk ".

" Oh I know what it means" growled Gary. " But how would YOU of all people know a word like that? ".

" I'm not as dumb as you think, Gary. Why do you always have to insult people's intelligence anyway ? ".

He didn't answer Jimmy's question and turned his attention to Simon.

" So, Femme Boy the Second, don't screw up this date by speaking in dork talk. Try to sound half normal ".

" For the last time, it's British English, not dork talk! And Gwen didn't seem to mind my accent, so you can belt up! ".

" No one tells me to belt up, whatever that means!".

" It means 'Shut up' ".

" Screw you. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah! You're getting that Sling Shot 5000 for us. And if you don't, we'll kick your ass back across the Atlantic. So don't speak like an idiot ".

" I am not an idiot! And you're not nearly as smart as you think are...".

Gary's face quickly become crimson red. He shot Simon a glare that would frighten the devil himself.

The British boy timidly responded "...never mind then" and ran away. He turned back around to face Jimmy, snickering.

" Heh, heh, heh...I really made the little squirt piss his pants. That sling shot is ours for sure ".

" Ours ? ".

" Yeah, ours. We're stuck as room mates for a while, might as well share".

" I'm not sharing anything with you ".

" What, afraid you'll get my cooties? ".

" I'm afraid of getting Gary-itetis. And God only knows what you would do with it ".

" You don't trust me? What, you think I'm going to go on some kind of rampage? ".

" Actually...". Jimmy slowly rubbed his chin." Now that I think about it, a sling shot in your hands isn't too much of a threat. You can't aim for shit ".

" I can too aim for shit! ". He scooped up a pebble and chucked it at Jimmy. The pebble sailed straight over the boy's head.

" This proves nothing " said Gary, pointing. " Bah, screw you Hopkins, let's get back to the dorms ".

3:34 AM. Gary lay on his back, wide awake, hands behind his head and having trouble sleeping. He always had trouble sleeping, thanks to that reoccurring nightmare. He purposely snored (loudly) to not let on. And to amuse himself with the visible irritation that it caused Jimmy, almost laughing out at the boy angrily tossing back and forth. After some minutes though, he grew bored and decided to distract himself by thinking of the day he first met Simon.

It had been a cloudy Tuesday. He was just exiting the Headmistress's office ( rubbing his sore ass from her 'special treatment ' ) when he was greeted by a blonde, curly haired boy , about ya-high, sporting a white dress shirt underneath a pale green plaid vest and gray slacks. He looked up at Mr. Smith and chirped

" Hello, I'm Simon Perry. Welcome to Brat-Hog Academ-".

" Can it, Brit " Gary interrupted, walking past. Simon trailed after him.

" Wait! I'm new here too, I just started attending a week ago. Why don't we be friends? ".

Gary blew a raspberry in his face, spraying the poor kid with chalk scented spit.

" Ugh, what was that for now? ".

" You annoy me ".

" Pardon? How so? ".

" You're an idiot. Idiots annoy me ".

" What? I most certainly am not! I'll have you know that-".

Simon was hit in the back of the head by a crumpled piece of paper. A group of burly Jocks laughed at him ,mocked his British accent and made obscene remarks. Gary joined in their fun until they began to make comments about his scar. Then he didn't think it was funny anymore.

" Beh, bunch of dumb apes " he snarled. Then, his mouth widening into a toothy grin and his eyebrows raising, he whispered, just loudly enough for them to hear, " Hey...how about I demonstrate how I got this scar, hmm? ".

The jocks quickly backed away in the other direction. Simon turned to Gary in surprise.

" My goodness, how did you do that?".

" Do what?".

" How ever did you scare them off like that? ".

" Simon, when your intellect is as developed as mine, you know what installs fear into your enemies. You have to observe them closely. You have to... wait, why the hell am I telling you this? You wouldn't understand, you pea-brained half-wit " .

" I am nothing of the sort. What a load cobblers! You're off your trolley " .

" Then stop talking like that ".

" Talking like what? ".

Gary didn't reply. He walked away and Simon followed him, repeating his question. He followed the boy all the way back to the dorms, much to Gary's annoyance. He still didn't answer Simon's question, but rather went about unpacking his things once in his designated room. There wasn't much to unpack. A spare pair of underpants and a scraggly toothbrush from Happy Volts. A school uniform had already been laid out across the bed for him. He sighed at his lack property. Simon looked upon the sorry sight as well.

" Not much to speak of. A light packer you are? ".

" None of your business. Piss off. I'm going out for some air ".

" But-".

" I said piss off! Are you retarded or something? Go away!"

" But-".

" What the hell is your problem? I've just insulted you a million times and you're still following me. Do you LIKE pissing me off? Do you LIKE getting beat up? I used to know this moron with the same problem. Sad guy. Kept hanging around me no matter how many times I abused the little jerk-off. He was scared shitless of me, but still hung around. Like he enjoyed it or something. Is that what's wrong with you? ".

" No, but I-".

Gary quickly left the dorm room and wandered around the halls, hoping to lose the pesky Brit. He eventually came outside to one of the court yards and walked about for sometime. Unfortunately, the clouds blackened and spewed buckets of rain. His clothes were soon soaked and he grumbled. He turned and came to face Simon, who was offering him an open umbrella.

" I just want to be friends , that's all. And I thought you might need this ".

Gary stared down at him, confused. This boy was odd. Something was just so odd about him. He hadn't been afraid of his scar orany of his outbursts. No one had ever been this friendly to him. Maybe it was his natural paranoia at work, but this bothered himhorribly. What were this Simon Perry's motives? He decided then and there that he would observe and analyze him from now on.

There had to be some kind of dirt on this kid. It could work to his advantage. He took the umbrella from him and flashed his evil Gary grin.

" Yes, Simon. I think you and I can be friends...".

And the memory faded as Gary finally drifted off to sleep. But that reoccurring nightmare began soon after he closed his eyes. He miserably groaned in his sleep.

Ugh, that's it for today, I am very tired. And no, that scene in the rain wasn't yaoi or whatever it's called. – XX-THIRST