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Chapter Two: Makeshift Amends

The bus finally stopped at Bullworth, and he felt his jaw tighten at the familiar scenery. There were a lot of new faces, but then again this was his last year at the school. Obviously that was to be expected, people were going to be taking the places of his class. Still it was strange seeing people like Sheldon, kids who barely came up to his chest a year ago now some of them were bigger than him. Heading to his dorm to get his things taken care of, he came across some very familiar faces. Pee-stain, and a few inbreds preppies. Bullying never changed around here, he honestly had no idea what would happen if it did change.

"Smith," The faux accent of a blonde prep rang like poison in his ear, "Jimmy said we're not going to let you mess with our heads this year… You pauper," With that he threw an egg up in the air and caught it. Oh right, that was supposed to be intimidating.

"Right, morons I'm so petrified. Please don't get your precious leader to hurt me!" Gary called out with mock trepidation. Gary afraid of Jimmy and his hopeless followers? Yeah, the day that happened was the day Gary respected Peter Kowalski—Never ever was going to happen. Wait. Geeks and the inbreeding creeps were working together? Oh now this was hilarious. This was a riot. Oh things were going to change this year.

Gary didn't give them time to retort, because at this point he just wanted to see his room before it got wrecked by others. He had no doubt that the geeks, jocks, and Jimmy's goons would fuck it up eventually. As he entered, he chuckled softly. Most of the people stopped dead in their tracks, you'd think they would have seen a ghost. It amused the brunette that not a single one of them tried to make eye contact. As if they would turn to stone. The thought amused Gary as he headed down the hall and took a left. His dorm, no one roomed with him now, and he expected that Peter would have taken to his gay crush like a moth to flame. As he sat on the bed, he looked at his things that his parents had brought a few days earlier. As the door barged open, he was used to that feeling thanks to the orderlies at Happy Volts, but was rather happy to see two familiar faces. One which was ugly as sin, and the other which could easily look like a female. "Well, well, well if it isn't Femmeboy and his gay lover Hopkins!" Gary laughed as he stood up, giving the two males his traditional smirk.

"Shut up Gary," Peter, despite his head boy standing was still as pathetic as ever. You would have thought seeing as Jimmy had become his best friend—that he would've taught Petey how to fight back properly.

"Gary, keep your mouth shut," Jimmy spoke venomously, the ginger looked so frightening. That is…if you thought of a mini-Russell as something to be scared of. Honestly, he looked more like an inbred scumbag—The offspring of third degree inbred preppies and redneck bullies... Wait. Wasn't that Jimmy's family though?

"Oh how scary, tough guy. Oh right, because you're the king of the school that gives you some kind of undeserved sense of accomplishment, right?" The sociopath stared daggers at the self-proclaimed king of the school before laughing.

"No, the fact that I whooped your ass publicly gives me the right to say whatever the hell I want," Jimmy defensively responded, gritting his teeth in frustration. "I got you kicked out of here once, Gary I can do it again." As much as Gary hated that this was a fact, it unfortunately was and there was little that the psychopath could do right now.

"Calm down Jimmy boy," Gary seethed the words out, fists clenched. The last thing he needed was a fight just as he was freed from Happy Volts, "How about this. I stay out of your way, you stay out of mine?" Jimmy thought for a second.

"How about this, you stay out of my and Pete's way—And we keep you on a short leash?"

Of course, Gary couldn't blame Jimmy for his security issues. After all, Gary did get him hated by the entire school once and he could probably do it again. Hell, he would be doing it again. The battle was far from over. One thing Jimmy underestimated about Bullworth's favorite sociopath was how driven he really was. The only way he was able to stay sane in those confined spaces at Happy Volts was the promise that he'd get his revenge. It was something he was intending to keep, come hell or hurricanes. "I like this better, James," Gary began to get quite angry, "We both keep an eye on each other while staying out of the other's way?" He watched as the smallest of the seniors in the room skulked back, clearly intimidated by the situation he was now put in.

"Fine, Smith. You answer to me and Pete now, got it?" As Gary watched the male, he realized how much of a dog Jimmy acted like. All he needed to learn now was how to obey a master, and roll over.

"Got it," Gary spoke with mock honesty. Gary would never answer to someone as insignificant as Pete, or as disgusting as James. The seventeen year old mentally scoffed at the idea, it was ludicrous. Everything about it was so opposite to the newly released patient's attitude. It was practically chaotic. As the two lovers left the room, leaving the mentally scarred male to his thoughts, he glanced to the mirror. He looked like himself now that his hair was properly cut. Now he needed to find some defenseless dork to torture mercilessly; a victim that wouldn't run and cry to James and his lover, Femmeboy. He presumed it was a rarity, so… He was planning to go into town. It was only eleven am. He had so much time to do things, all this freedom was intoxicating.

Putting some of the things in his room away, he was quick to exit and grab a soda from the rec room, some of the neutrals glared at him but like usual- did nothing. All talk, and no action. One of the main reasons he hated most people his own age. Don't get him wrong, he hated most people in general, but still. As he purchased a drink, he was confronted by none other than Trent Northwick. "What are you doing here, faggot?" At this point, a smirk couldn't help but play its way onto Gary's face as he took a swig of his cola.

"How ironic of you to call someone else a faggot, Trent. How on Earth will Kirby react?"

The blonde's eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Wh-What?"

At this, Gary chuckled, "Whut, wha- huh? My god, can't you say anything more intelligent you moron?" Seriously, it was beyond the weaker male how someone like Trent could lack such intelligence—Then again, there was Russell. The brunette spoke lowly, "I still know all of your secrets Trent, so I suggest you lay off me. Last thing Russell needs to know is that one of his precious followers wants to suck him off." Oh Gary had simply missed this, and as the blonde bully staggered off—His goal was met. His reign of terror would just have to go under Femmeboy and Hopkins' radar.

Something that was completely manageable.

Taking another swig of his drink he exited the lounge and headed to the entrance of the dorm. He was planning to get reacquainted with Bullworth Academy; the dump was always going to be a dump… Err… As he glanced around, he decided maybe it would be better to head around town. Things would be better there than they were here, and he needed some good old fashioned, running from the cops- kind of thrills. Heading to the parking lot, he paused; jocks. He needed to get back to where he was physically before he could take on those steroid infested behemoths. Still, he wanted—he preferred to have a bike. Ah well, walking would do him better anyways. Suddenly he was stopped, by none other than the only attractive teacher here. Ms. Phillips, oh how lovely. "Hello Ms Philips," Gary spoke with faux sincerity, as if she could tell.

"Where do you think you're going, Gary?"

The sociopath put on a soft smile, "I was planning on going to Old Bullworth Vale, if you don't mind."

Of course she did, of course.

"I'm sorry Gary, but we can't let you out yet. You have to be patient. You'll get to leave eventually," with that she said an 'I'll see you in class', and left him to his thoughts.

"Damn it," He spoke kicking a trash can over. He felt like a caged animal all over again, it was disgusting. Ah well, time to screw with some students. He just needed to find his old slingshot… OH! He remembered. It was down at the hole. Smirking to himself he headed inside the basement from the door on the outside, apparently within a year it became quite the hangout for the neutral kids. They all seemed shocked as he entered, most of them looked away or stumbled over words in order to say hi. He couldn't help but chuckle, the memories flooded over him of leading Jimmy here to fight Russell. He had been paranoid that Jimmy was going to stab him in the back, which he did. That little weasel. Ugh, oh would he get his revenge. James Hopkins would never be able to show his face when he was done with that disgusting son of a whore. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he walked into the hole without realizing it. Lifting a grate, he looked inside. His stink bombs, firecrackers, itching powder, his slingshot, everything was gone. James. That fucking rat bastard always had to take what wasn't his.

Looking at uh… Who was it, they were around when he was in school—that much he knew. Ivan! That was his name, Ivan Alexander. Coincidentally one of the few Gary Smith didn't torture mercilessly. There were a handful in this hellhole that actually weren't bothered with. That was a gift from God-if he existed. "Ivan, hey buddy," Surprisingly Gary's voice wasn't menacing—but that was only because he wanted something that would benefit him in the end.

"H-Hey Gary," The fellow brunette spoke with uncertainty, his eyes question the sociopath's motives.

"I need your help," The heavily medicated male glared, "Who took the weapons in the hole?" He watched as Ivan began to think. Clearly the neutral wasn't going to make the mistake of hiding something from Gary Smith.

"Oh… No, that wasn't him. Uh…" He scratched the back of his head, he was sure it was a girl. Lola? No, she was too busy with Johnny. Zoe? Well it would have made sense- Oh, yeah. Ivan's eyes widened, "Um, yeah. It was one of the new kids. She looks kinda like a doll- I'm thinking she gave them to someone," the boy shifted from foot to foot, waiting for Ivan to finish up, "Oh! Her name is Jacqueline, um… She hangs out with I think Lola? Maybe Zoe, she's pretty short too. Like, about as tall as Pete Kowalski." Short like Pete Kowalski? Gary grinned; it would be easy to overpower her and get back his weapons- or force her to give the location of his precious tools. At any rate, they were as good as his. There were a few neutrals near the fountain, and the brown eyed boy faked a smile as best as he could.

"Hey have you guys seen Jacqueline?" He inquired; even smiling his look was more than menacing.

"Uh, she's at the sports field," A ginger piped up, intimidated on what the upper class student might do if he didn't speak. The scarred boy wasted no time in heading to the sports field, his eyes narrowing. Not starting a mindless back and forth insult contest with any of the Jocks. He just wanted his weapons. He glanced around; there was no girl that fit the description at all. Suddenly, he saw things flying. Hitting Mandy Wiles, the head cheerleader in the face, and it came from the direction of the clubhouse. That's when he noticed someone was on the roof.

Heading down the stairs, he made his way to the clubhouse. Being as incognito as possible as he began to quicken his pace, avoiding glances by the jocks. He really wasn't in the mood to go up against four to five steroid infested, overgrown monkeys. It wasn't a wise decision on Gary's part to even think of putting himself in that situation. As he continued down the steps, he saw Mandy instructing the cheerleaders in training. It was a shame, really. Mandy could have been what he wanted in a girl, if she wasn't so much of a bimbo, or if he wasn't so paranoid. Both things were highly unlikely. The only female in this wreck that he had even showed mild interest in was Pinky Gauthier, but he was planning on using her. She was frightened by their first date; apparently she hated greasers, but not enough to torture them.

As he arrived at the back of the clubhouse, he found the ladder and a mischievous grin filled his face. He was going to scare this girl, and get his weapons back. That was for sure. As he reached the roof, the girl's back was turned to him and the slingshot was pulled. A memory of two years ago filled his head when he brought Jimmy around the school; it was very reminiscent of what the king of the school did to the football team. Maybe that's why he just had the sudden urge to break her wrist. One of the shingles of the roof cracked underneath his foot, and before he had a chance to grab the bony wrist—the girl had turned around. Now the slingshot that was once aimed at Casey Harris, was now aimed at Gary's forehead.

"What do you want?"

Jacqueline's voice was soft, and sweet. Filled with trepidation, she had no idea who this person in front of her was—or what he wanted. Lola had told her not to trust the guys in this school, and she wasn't about to combat the knowledge the greaser girl had given her kindly. Cerulean eyes were wide, and her small lips were agape slightly. Ivan hadn't been lying when he said she looked a bit like a doll, maybe it was the straight bangs, or the high cheekbones with frail features, but… The neutral boy was right.

"You took my weapons," Gary spoke, putting his hands up slightly before laughing, "and you've been using them better than most do." He watched as she seemed to relax slightly, although his old friend—the slingshot, was still aimed at him. "Are you going to put that down, or am I going to get shot?" He watched as the auburn haired girl seemed to weigh her options; the brunette smirked at her uneasiness. This Jacqueline girl was smart to be questioning the motives of the infamous Gary Smith, although at this point she seemed to have no idea who he was. It was actually kind of relieving to know there were still people in this dumb town that had no notion of who he was, or what he did.

"Your weapons," Jacqueline's voice may have been soft and sweet- but her tone was mocking him, "Last time I checked, some kid abandoned them here two years ago. Finders keepers," She boldly proclaimed, before aiming it for Gary's crotch and letting go. He practically screamed as he dropped to the shingles, his hands instinctively covering his groin as he writhed in pain. As she stood up, he actually couldn't focus—too in pain to realize what was going on around him. Although when he came to, he found that half of his weapons were in front of him. Five fire crackers, stink bombs, packets of itching powder. There were also half a dozen eggs and a baseball bat. Maybe this Jacqueline girl had felt bad, or maybe she thought he was new and bullshitting.

Whatever it was, she had definitely made a first impression and a half.