THIS IS! BULLWORTHS TO FAVOURITE MENTAL CASES! Little word of warning! My french isn't tha good! so! SOZ! And SOZ! For being so long!

Author: AllWolfXFox

Bullworths Two Favourite Mental Cases

"Hello" - Talking

Femme-Boy - Thinking

Pound Him - Inner self

'Becarful' - Better Inner self

Singing

*!* - Action

Chapter 25 Small Talk

Petey Pov

Damm him! DAMM HIM! FUCK HIM TA HELL!

YA SHOULD HAVE BEATEN HIM UP AT THA POINT!

'N-No! Ma-maybe th-there was an m-missunder-st-standing?'

I ran. Damm myself for being a coward. If I didn't, I would do something I'll regret. I ran down stairs and turning the corner into the boy's bathroom. I ran to the sink and crumbled right there, placing all my wait on it like I had ran a marathon and couldn't go on.

I looked myself in the mirror above the sink. The only thought that came to my head then was...

Weak...

Tears were streaming down my fast like a cry baby. I was in a right mess.

Damm...

How could I of let him get to me like that? It was stupid of me to of run off like that! I should of beaten then crap out of him right then and there!... So why didn't I?

Fuck...

I sniffed and turned on the tap, letting cold running water flow on my hands and splashing it onto my face.

"Ugh..." I moaned in my hands.

Damm him... Damm Gary...

Sniffing again I leaned on the sink and trailed my left hand down to my stomach. A small roundness had formed but only just. Barley noticeable... But not for long.

Damm... What am I going to do?

Gary POV

Stupid. Hurtful. Idiotic. Harmful. Angry. Horrible. Vile. Evil-

'I think he gets it.'

NOT IN MY FUCKING BOOK!

'Well you can keep throwing nasty names at him. But it won't do any good.'

Well, it just might!

Damm my life... Why did I say that?! I'm such an idiot! Wait? Why am I even thinking about this. Knowing Femme-boy, he'll just come running back to me apologizing.

'That was before! It's not like that anymore with him! You have to find him!'

I was around the front of the school grounds minding my own business. After the shouting match with Femme-boy I just skip class for the rest of the day.

Damm. I don't even know how Petey gets under my skin all the flipping time! Why can't I ignore this?!

I never could understand other people's feeling. They were... unimportant. So why did Petey's matter how much? It was a low blow from me saying about his step farther. A low blow. And of course the kid would be mine! Why was I so stupid!?

"Fuck my life." I cursed myself. I walked out of the school gates down the street.

Fuck teachers. Fuck the school. I don't care.

I kept walking and I felt someone run into me. The impact made me staggered back while the one that ran into me fell on the floor.

"Fucking kid! Watch were you're-" I was about to curse out and yell but I took a good look at the kid that was on the floor. Sniffing, like she had been crying. The girl had long flow amber hair that came down to her waist and she had chocolate like skin. She was in a dress and had a small shoulder back around her waist. "Hay kid? Ya okay?" I asked. I didn't even know why I was being nice to someone I just met. The kid looked up and I froze. There was a large bruise across her left eye and it was black and blue. "Geez kid ya okay?"

DOES SHE LOOK OKAY?

'*eye roll*'

"Y-yes. I-I am fine." She stuttered out and tried to stand up. I held out a hand that she gratefully took. There was something familiar about this kid.

COME ON! IT AINT THA FUCKING HARD!

Right. Like I'll listen to you.

'Amy.'

It took me a split second to understand when my inner voice said that.

OH!

"Hay umm. Are you Amy?" Her stiffness only gave my answer.

"You know my name?" Any stared up at me shocked.

"Yeah. I room with ya brother at the Bullworth school." I said.

Well. I hope I still might.

Amy's face brightened when I mentioned her brother.

"Mon frère?!" She spoke. I only knew a little bit of French during classes but I could only guess. After all, I hardly paid attention in it cause I was a genius!

"Yeah. Pete. Pete Kowalski." I said, Amy held a hand up to her mouth and cried out and gave me a tight hug. She was small so it was draped around my waist and hardly reaching around the back.

What is it with girls and hugging?

"Hay! Kid. Take it easy." I said. I never really liked contact.

"Merci Merci! Merci! Merci! Merci!" She repeated. Then stared up at me, still holding me. "Please. Take me to him." She begged.

Fuck.

"I don't know where-" Her faced frowned up at me.

Damm why? I swear it's a Kawalski skill.

'Can you really blame them?'

No... I guess not.

"Okay." I sighed.

'I hope she didn't get that bruise where I think she got it from.' I shivered at that. I walked her back to the school, after praying her arms from my waist.

I walked her inside the school building and took her through the boy's dorm hallway. Luckily no one was around as we entered through. So glad it was still class time. I opened my dorm door and entered with Amy write in after me. Petey wasn't there.

'Where do you think he could be?'

I don't know.

'Well you need to take more care of him you know.'

Why tha fuck should I-

YEAH YEAH WE GET IT! Sheesh! OH! I was steaming at that!

"Where's Mon frère?" Amy questioned.

Damm kid with her innocent looks! It's so hard not to be mean at her!

'Plus she's Peter's sister. I think you would be running for your life by then.'

... True... Sadly enough.

"Umm me and ya brother had an argument so he ran off. Don't worry he'll be back." I reassured her when she gave a frightening expression. I walked over to the deck chair and sat in it. "Ya can take a seat." I said. She jumped when I spoke and quickly sat on Petey's bed. Her legs were under her as she sat on them in Japanese sitting style.

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"So? French huh?" I spoke awkwardly.

'Smooth.'

Damm I hate the quiet. It's so boring.

Well! 'So? French huh?' Is tha best thing ya could come up with genius!

She stared at me like she didn't understand the question. "Umm. I mean. You and ya brother are French?"

"Oh! Oui! Me and Mon frère, maman et papa are French. Umm R-Rick err..." She trailed off.

Damm If I saw that guy I would ring his little neck! I didn't know why I was getting so mad. It wasn't my problem really, but I couldn't help it!

"Is English? You're second language?" She confirmed with a next thing I said, and I knew was risky to ask. "Did he do that to you?" I asked seriously with a bit of anger in my voice. She placed a hand on her eye and sat there quietly biting her lip. "It's okay. I know wha happened... Tha night." She gasped and stared straight at me.

"Y-You-."

"I know wha happened that night. Femme-boy told me." I said.

"Femme-boy?" Amy said, getting off the subject.

"When I first met him, he was a weakling and all and he wore a pink shirt so yeah. Acting all girly and all as well." I said.

"Oh! Pas! Pas! Pas! He's not weak! Our Papa was a fighter before he... But pas! Not weak! He loves rose! Pink! C'est sa couleur favriote. It's his favourite colour." Amy defended.

Damm. She loves ta stick up for her bro.

"I know that now. He decided not to take his meds when he got mad at a friend. So-"

"He's not!" Amy shouted out almost disbelieve mixed with fear.

'Fear for Petey or at Petey.'

NO DOUBT FOR!

"Well umm. Hold on. Umm. He decided not to take his meds cause he was fed up. But he still is the same-ish as always. He umm is more... fearless?"

I'm so- not good at this. I'm complimenting Femme-boy? Next I'll be kiss him on the lips without minding it like a married couple!

LIKE YA WOULDN'T MIND!

"Oh. Bon." She sighed in relief. "You umm...know? The story. Of what happened that night?" She asked in her French accent voice.

"Yeah. Rick was doing stuff to ya brother but you tried to stop him and Rick ended up hurting you. Petey got a bat and started to hit him with it. At court ya said that Petey attacked Rick without cause, but it was a lie. You were protecting cause Rick threatened you with Petey, didn't he?" I didn't know why I was saying all this. Maybe it was to further confirm what happened that night. I didn't know. But I definitely didn't want to say rape to the kid. Even though she was what? Fourteen?

"Oui. Yes. It's true. I hope my Mon frère can forgive me." She said sadly.

"Don't worry. Ya tha world ta him!" I said trying to make her feel less sad. Amy looked up at me shocked. "Tha letters ya said are all he can get from ya, and he'll be happy ta see ya again." I confirmed. She nodded relieved again.

'She seems nice.'

Yeah... I wonder... If maybe my kids would be like her. Ya know... Nice... And not brat like.

KNOWING YA! It wouldn't be all but just tha!

SHUT UP!

"But. Rick." The name got her attention. "He did that to you didn't he?" I said. She was about to open her mouth when the door burst open.

Petey came through the door and stared right at me first, he was about to turn to leave again with a hint of anger in his eyes, but then it trailed to the bed. He spotted Amy. His mouth opened trying to form words as Amy smiled up at him. Petey started to smile and his eyes glazed over with tears.

"Amy?" Petey choked out.

"Frère." Amy whispered as tears where in her eyes as well.

'That's really sweet.'

UGH! ROMANTIC SCEANS! DESTROY IT!

Damm sappy reunion scenes... But I can live with this.

To be continued...

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Yeah... I tried... But I needed ta get somewhere. NOW! Will be tha exsiting bit! Keep a look out for chap 26