I was just wondering when Jimmy would help those preppies to get vengeance on Mr. Hattrick. I had to wait a lot, but finally I appeared. Always nice to pretend someone said some craps about another one, it'd be very effective, then all the preppies would hate on Jimmy. Job well done. Everything was working out just like I planned. Soon, everybody would hate him. Petey talked to me a few times later that basement fight, and I did the shit of telling him a little about what I was scheming. Lucky me, he isn't smart at all and all he did was say to Jimmy to be careful that I would attack soon. Anyway, Jimmy wouldn't listen at all, even if Petey revealed the whole plan… Wathever, with the big preppies showdown finished, now his attention turned to that Greaseball freaks. He thought that they could lead him to me. He barely even knew me, because if he did, he would know how to find me and that I obviously didn't contact them directly, then I wouldn't risk my favorite person in the world on the frontline: myself. Obviously I had to show up sometimes to don't rely so much on others… Anyway I had to do some planning even tough everything was going just the way I wanted. James is that kind of people that end up digging himself into a lot of shit without any help. And I'm the kind of person that like to know ALL the possibilities, wether they're good or not. It's not that hard, all that kids in Bullworth were rich spoiled scum, and who wasn't rich was hopelessly dumb. I mean, I took dumps that had more brains than half of the kids there. But what impressed me the most is that even Jimmy being pathetically naive and a complete moron, he still could get over the school. That's just the thing to prove that school was a dumpster and Jimmy complete human trash. Tough lately I've been bored to death. Without Petey around to bully and no Jimmy to joke with, it had been quite quietly. Y'know, I've been thinking of do some shit. Not some lame skinny shit, something really stupid that I'd probably regret for the rest of my life…

It was already late and the falling snow made everything more depressive than they already are. Everything was covered up on white, and it was really hard to tell if that was happy or not. Lately my head's been a mess and I won't think it right. I mean, I really shouldn't had showed up on front of Jimmy just to discover Algie's whereabouts. I knew Cornelius would tell us something wrong, but at least he gave us a direction. Y'know, New Coventry it's not that big and Algie it's not the most discreet person. Whatever, I couldn't care less about the classes and was tired of walking around, so I just went to that old beach house. James wouldn't show up there, anyway. He was on that stupid "not get into trouble" shit, and slept all days on the dorm strictly. Didn't even seem to be that troublemaker kid that got expelled from 7 different schools. Okay, he was beating the crap of basically everyone but even the nerds got fights on Bullworth. I was going to lay down when I heard something coming thru the door; I just threw myself behind the counter and hoped I was hidden. Three people walked in making a lot of noise like they're drunk. I could recognize only two voices: Hopkins and Gord. The third voice belong to someone obviously had drunk way too much. It was slightly sweet and a bit willing. The door suddenly opened and I heard some voices I assumed being of Trent and Kirby, but the sound of paces was of more than two people, there was another third. Okay, this was getting very strange because of:

A- I'm fucking hidden and I have no idea why;

B- It looks like a gay reunion and they were all way too much drunk

C- There was still two people whose voices I didn't recognized yet.

Okay, 4 known morons and 2 unknown morons. It seemed perfect. When I was about to get up and end that fucking fag club meeting, 3 people left. It was Gord with Kirby with a red haired guy, guess then it was that Greaser kid. I was a little bit curious for what was going next, then I gave up the "showing up" thing and stayed just hearing. Trent and James were making out while that guy that had a girly voice started complaining about it.

- Geez, Petey, calm down, you'll get your turn after him.

- Yeah, I'll play to you when Jimmy's over.

Wait, what? Now Jimmy was dating femme-boy and Trent at the same time? That's surprising… Petey voice was girly, but it was different anyway. Maybe because he's really drunk and had worst accent than an English clown with an apple in the mouth riding in a monocycle in the midst of a thunderstorm… But soon Petey just passed out before throwing up two times in a hole and Trent (that already had some resistance to alcohol) carried him away while James stayed up. He was clearly no good and layed down in the bed. When I was sure Trent wouldn't come back, I finally stopped crawling behind the bar and got to the bed, staring at James sleeping. Millions of things passed thru my mind, but when I turned back, Jimmy would wake up. I suddenly turned around and kissed him roughly. Since Halloween I've been thinking about that. I'm not into boys, but Jimmy really made me feel like I want to push the boundaries. Not because he's a boy, but because he's Jimmy, the only person who could stand against me. I would make all that brave just sunk down his throat while he surrender to me.

I shoved him to the wall, pressuring his throat with one hand. He tried to escape, but with that much alcohol, he wouldn't move my arm an inch.

- Whatahell Gary - he said while gasping between one word and another

I threw him onto the floor and sited on his belly, just trying to make him recompose himself. When he understood finally (took a little while) I turned him back taking a razor that was on my pocket and ripped off his vest.

- Please be quiet as I do that, or you'll end up with a really big messy scar. If you play nice, I shall reward you. – I said, slowly pressing the blade against his bare back. I made a slender line from his right shoulder to his left ribs. A little bit of blood came out, and I licked it carefully as he deeply breathed. When it stopped bleeding, I would repeat but that time really pressing the blade, causing a very deep cut. At this time, Jimmy's back was all covered up on his own blood but he didn't really struggle. After the third time, I was satisfied. Of course, Hopkins was way too weak to complain; I just did the first aid (alcohol, some bandages) and left him there. Soon it would be morning and he could take care of himself. Before I could step out the beach house, Jimmy said something really low and I didn't listen, but then he just stopped. I left him there, and strolled back to Bullworth, just thinking what about I've done.