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After the big speech from Crabblesnitch, Gary had already missed most of his morning classes. He wasn't too upset about it, as he was a bit worried about how his first day back would go. He was sure that there were already rumors of his comeback, and it was only a matter of time before everyone was trying to find him to beat the hell out of him…specifically Jimmy Hopkins.

This year, he had a room all to himself. It was quite possibly the dirtiest, most worn room on the whole damned campus, but it was better than sharing a room with any Bullworth student. Gary started to set up his bedroom, putting his clothes in the dresser and locking his iPod up in the nightstand-just in case.

Another thing different about this year was that Gary would have to have another student with him at all times, one to escort him and to make sure he didn't get in trouble. He wasn't really sure why they thought he would listen to this escort of his…they didn't even tell him who it was. They just told him to meet the guy by the globe in the library.

So away to the library he went, wondering who he would be forced to be stalked by all semester. There was somewhat of a fear that it might be Hopkins, but he brushed that fear off as well as he possibly could. He thought it was pretty stupid that Crabblesnitch gave him a goddamn babysitter. Even if it was just for a couple of months, it was weird and he really didn't want rumors of him having a fucking babysitter floating around.

Gary sat at the table closest to the globe and gazed around, waiting for his "escort."

Being fucking followed around again, Gary thought. Just like Happy Volts.

He looked up right as he heard someone walk in. He watched the girl go around, tapping each table. He smirked, realizing who it was.

She finally reached the table he was at. She stared at him. He returned her stare, that same smirk playing upon his lips.

"Gary," she greeted him with a nod.

He mocked her, "Evelyn."

She tapped the table before sitting down.

"Still doing all your rituals, I see."

She brushed off his snarky comment. "Gary, let's get this over with. I've been assigned to accompany you around school for a couple months. I don't like you, and you don't like me…neither of us want to go through with this, but I think if we are at least civil to each other, we can make this work."

Gary's expression darkened and he moved in closer to her. "You are my escort?"

Evelyn grimaced. "Ugh, do not call me your escort. It makes me sound like a hooker."

"Escorts aren't hookers."

"They're pretty much hookers."

"Do you serve other escort services?" He asked playfully, making her sigh and roll her eyes.

"Gary…"

"Don't worry…I'd let you tap everything in my dorm room."

Evelyn bit her lip, trying to distract herself from her anger and impatience with the difficult boy. "Shut. Up."

He chuckled, proud at himself. He looked back to her. "Look, Chase, I don't need you to babysit me. I'll behave. They've got me on so many meds that I don't even care enough to bother anyone."

"Or start a riot?"

She grinned proudly as she returned his attitude back to him, though she felt regret as soon as she saw his face.

"If I were you," he warned, "I wouldn't say a fucking word about that."

Evelyn looked down. "Anyway, I have been assigned to guide you around and keep an eye on you."

"How about you don't and we'll say that you do?"

"I have to write a review everyday of how you did. If you give me trouble, Crabblesnitch will know and you'll be out of here. You'll go back to Happy Volts."

His expression darkened even more, his eyes glaring furiously at Evelyn. He didn't say anything to her. He merely leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

"Gary, I don't want to do this either," she said, breaking the silence. "But I'm the only one at Bullworth Academy that doesn't want to kill you, so I really think that we should at least be civil to one another."

"Fine," he replied, "whatever. Do what you have to do."

Evelyn took out her backpack and got out a folder, which she handed him. "This has my schedule and your schedule, as well as lists of our meeting places. Also, I packed us both lunch, because I refuse to go into the cafeteria."

She handed him a brown paper bag. "Fine by me," Gary replied. " I'm not dying to get back to eating Edna's food."

He opened the bag to see that she had packed a sub sandwich, a salad, apple juice, and a few oreos. He watched as she opened hers and got out the exact same lunch.

"I worked at the Yum Yum Market all summer, so anything you want to eat, I can get for free," she informed him.

He nodded. "Alright."

"Also, I'll need to make sure you take your medications every time you're supposed to, so I'll need to see the bottles and such."

"Why?"

"Crabblesnitch really doesn't want a repeat of last year, Gary."

Gary sighed. "Fine. I'm taking one of them tonight though, right before bed."

She nodded. "Just bring the bottle with you tomorrow to show it to me."

Fuck, Gary thought, she's really taking this seriously.

They had home economics together right after lunch. Gary walked slightly behind Evelyn, not really wanting to be seen with the school's biggest loser. He kept his eyes forward, avoiding eye contact as much as he could with anyone who passed him, though he could still feel the hatred radiating off everyone.

Gary waited patiently at the door as Evelyn tapped all the desks in the home economics room. He finally was able to take his seat in the back, right next to Evelyn. Together, they watched the rest of their classmates take their seats, all avoiding the two of them as much as they possibly could. It didn't bother Gary, as he really didn't want to sit next to anyone. However, he noticed that Evelyn seemed to be upset by this. Gary could tell she was trying her best to avoid looking at anyone. She kept staring out the window, sometimes closing her eyes as if wishing herself away.

Ms. Phillips was the home ec. Teacher this year, which made Gary happy. She was one of the only teachers that could stand him and she was also very easy going. Miss Phillips walked in, her boots noisy against the floor.

"Quiet down, class!" Ms. Phillips said, yelling over the noise of chattering students. "Welcome to home economics. We're going to jump right into your assignments. The first thing you're going to do is pick a partner. That partner is going to be who you are married to. I will give you a list of available jobs and you will fill out applications so I can interview you. From there, you and your partner will buy a house and a car together, and you will have to pay bills."

Gary's eagerness faded. He and Evelyn looked at each uncomfortably.

"Do you want to be my partner?" Evelyn asked him.

"Do I have a choice?" Gary replied. He noticed Evelyn frown, but brushed it off. He went to Ms. Phillips's desk to get packets for the two of them.

They looked through the packets together, picking out jobs and filling out applications and a "marriage" certificate.

"What jobs are you going for?" He asked her.

Evelyn shrugged. "I have some picked out."

"Pick some that won't fuck with your OCD."

"Fuck you."

Evelyn watched Gary as he filled out the fake marriage certificate. His hands were a little shaky, and he wrote slowly and carefully. He had fairly decent penmanship, Evelyn noticed. She wondered to herself what was on his mind, hoping it wasn't anything violent or twisted.

She found her gaze always going back to his scar. She wanted to run her fingers across it. She wanted to ask him how he got it; how long he had had it. She wanted to ask him so much about himself, but was scared to, and also she knew it would upset him.

Gary noticed her watching him from the corner of his eye. He knew damn well what she was staring at.

"I don't remember," he said.

"What?"

"The scar. I don't remember how it happened."

Evelyn looked down. "Sorry," she mumbled.

Gary shrugged. "I'm used to it."

He handed the paper to her and started on his applications. "This is really stupid," he mumbled.

Evelyn read the marriage paper, slightly grossed out that she had to pretend to be married to Gary Smith. She hated being around him. He made her nervous, and she wanted to be as far from him as she possibly could.

"Shake it off,

Pick yourself up, they say.

Your life fell apart in your hands

and you've got the scars to prove it."

-August Burns Red