Holy shit. Thanks, everyone who have reviewed so far. You guys are seriously awesome. :D

I keep trying to make the chapters longer, but for some reason I can't. Gar. Also, this chapter isn't very exciting, so I do apologize for that.

I promise I'll try harder next time!

Oh well. Here's chapter 4...Enjoy, folks. :)

Evelyn loved her math class. In fact, she loved math itself. It was the perfect subject for her, lining up numbers, counting, and the concentration it took to solve long problems. Also, it was the second to last class of the day. Most of all, no Gary Smith. Most of her classes she had with Gary, and even when he wasn't talking, he somehow managed to be completely annoying, pretty much just by being there.

She cherished any amount of time she didn't have to deal with the difficult boy, whether it was an hour long math class or a few second bathroom break.

Evelyn's feelings were totally mutual. Gary could not stand her stupid disorder thing or whatever it was that she had. She was constantly counting under her breath, tapping her pencil on the desk, reorganizing papers and pens over and over again. Yet she had the nerve to say that he was distracting?

Bullshit.

Gary had art while Evelyn was in math. He was busy working on a project, lost in his own little world. He was surprised to see how well art helped his A.D.D. He had never noticed before, since he never really tried to draw anything, but it worked wonders for him. When he got bored drawing one thing, he could start on another part of it. He could start painting or any other kind of artsy shit. Miss Phillips even let him get away with a few scribbles on the paper once, thinking it was some sort of statement he was making.

Gary finished his drawing with a proud smile. It was beautiful, so he thought, and he couldn't wait to show it to Miss Phillips. He pushed himself out from his desk and marched up to her. He set his masterpiece on her desk and slid it closer to her, then put his hands in his pocket, waiting patiently for her to notice him.

Miss Phillips glanced up from her own sketch, her eyes meeting his. He grinned.

Her gaze landed on the drawing in front of her. She put her pencil down, picking up his work. She studied his so-called art, and then looked back at him. "Well, Gary, this is a very detailed…phallus."

He nodded, that shit-eating smile still on his face. "I worked very hard on it. I'd like to point out to you the veins and the hair along the shaft."

The teacher sighed, closing her eyes. "Yes, Gary."

She opened them again. "Next time, let's put all that energy into something a bit more…PG, yeah?"

Gary's grin disappeared, but he nodded in agreement.

"Don't be afraid to explore your deepest thoughts. You're very talented, Gary, and I think you could make some amazing art."

He blinked, not sure how to respond. "Thanks."

Home economics was the last class of the day, so Gary stayed in his seat after the bell rung. He wouldn't ever admit, but he felt sort of bad for Miss Phillips, having to deal with him for two classes in a row. He knew he wasn't the most favorite student among the staff of Bullworth.

He watched as Evelyn walked in. She smiled at Ms. Phillips, and they greeted each other. She did her usual tapping thing, making her way through each desk before sitting next to Gary.

"Hey there, wifey," Gary said sarcastically.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Never, ever…EVER… call me that."

He smirked, but it faded as the rest of the class arrived. It turned to a downright frown as he watched Miss Phillips bring out a batch of those creepy electronic babies.

No, he thought.

No No No No No.

He looked to Evelyn. For once, they were in agreement, the expressions on their faces matching.

"Shit!" The duo whispered in unison.

Evelyn waited, biting her nails nervously. She watched as Gary took the baby from Ms. Phillips. She helped him dress it and showed him how to hold it.

Gary brought the baby back to his desk and held it out to Evelyn.

"Evelyn, meet Princess Buttface. Princess Buttface, meet your mommy."

Evelyn stared at Gary. "Princess Buttface…you named our electronic child, Princess Buttface?" She snatched the baby from his hands and laid it on her desk.

"Psh," Gary scoffed. "I suppose you would've named her something better?"

"Just about anything would've been better than Princess Buttface. Seriously, I thought your medication was supposed to stop you from being so obnoxious."

Gary smirked wildly. "Are you kidding? NOTHING could stop me from being obnoxious."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

The baby started crying, and the two stared at it. Gary poked it, causing Evelyn to slap his hand. He leaped back in surprise.

"Domestic violence," Gary stated, "what sort of household are you raising our child in?"

Evelyn shook her head. She talked as she held a bottle to the baby's plastic lips. "How do you want to do this? I can take the baby tonight, I suppose, and then I'll give it to you tomorrow."

"Whatever," Gary replied, already bored and carving the word 'Shit' into the desk.

"Or you can take it tonight."

"No. It's the weekend."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Evelyn cried, throwing her hands into the air. "It's not like you have anywhere to go or any friends to see."

"Oh, fuck you," Gary snapped. "I want to sleep in."

"More reason for you to take Princess Buttface…you can stay up with her and then sleep in."

"Hahaha, the name has caught on!"

Evelyn sighed. Dear Lord, she thought, I'm going to kill him.

"Fine, I'll take it over the weekend, but you're getting her Monday and Tuesday."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the scarred boy said, finishing up his carving.

"Can you take this seriously, Gary? It's my grade too."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, mom."

A few days later...

Evelyn woke up to a knock on the dorm room door. She flinched, sitting up frantically. Her roommate, Lola, stayed sleeping in her bed, simply turning on her side and curling up next to whoever she had in bed for the night.

Evelyn got up, tiptoeing over to the door. She slowly cracked it open, peeking with one eye out into the hallway.

There stood Gary, in pajama pants and a Bullworth t-shirt, his hair messy and bags under his eyes. He pushed the door open forcefully and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the room.

"Gary! What are you doing?"

He dragged her through the hallway quickly, ignoring her protests.

Evelyn pushed Gary off of her. "What the HELL?"

Gary shushed her and slapped a hand over her mouth. "Shut up, Evelyn! We'll both be in a ton of shit if I get caught in here."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because…that fucking baby. It wakes me up every half hour."

Evelyn blinked. "Yeah, Gary, it's supposed to do that."

Gary shook his head. "You don't understand…it's killing me. I've gotten no sleep."

"Wha-"

He interrupted, "Evelyn, please just help me with it."

Evelyn was shocked. He had never shown any hopeless, somewhat gentle side of himself before.

"Princess Buttface is driving me nuts, and I need you to stay with me while we have her."

Evelyn sighed. "Okay…"

Gary grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the girls' dorm. His eyes were shifty as he expertly crossed over to the boys' dorms, avoiding the lights from the prefect's flashlight.

They made it into the boys' dorm. Evelyn lightly tapped every door until they got to Gary's room. She tapped it, and he opened it. Princess Buttface was lying on the floor in her carrier.

Evelyn looked around, amazed that his room was actually semi-tidy. The room itself was a bit old and worn, with a slight amount of dust in the corners and on the floor, but besides that, everything had its place: his school books sat in a nice pile on his desk along with his uniform, which was folded up and placed neatly beside the books, ready to be worn.

Gary yawned, stretching his arms. He took a few sheets off the bed and folded them up neatly on the ground, making a makeshift bed. He stole one of the pillows to complete his mini bed.

"You can have the bed," Gary told her.

"…Really?" She asked, amazed.

Gary shrugged. "You are the guest."

Evelyn watched as Gary lied down in the sheets on the floor, instantly falling back to sleep. She looked from him to the bed, trying to determine how she felt about this.

She shrugged, tired as hell, and curled up in the bed, pulling the sheets to her chin.

Evelyn had dreams of heaven. She hopped around on stars and made angels in the clouds. The air was pure and the sun was warm, and she didn't have to worry about electronic babies or silly disorders or shitty boarding schools. It was just her and the sun and moon. It was happiness.

Until…

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow. A dark figure in her world of light. The shadow's eyes followed her, watching. It reached out to her.

Evelyn tried to run, her heart racing and her body trembling in fear. And as the figure grabbed her hand and leaned toward her, she saw the scar across its eye. It brought her close, into itself, and it held her tightly.

She was no longer afraid.

"Life is but a dream

Drifting on a stream, a stream.

Consciously it seems

All of what remains."

-System Of A Down