AN: Not my best work, but the next chapter will be better- I promise. I just really sucked at muse when it came to this one. Oh, and I know it may seem like Jacqueline is a bit of a Mary Sue right now, but trust me—she's really not. Her crazy isn't coming out just yet though.

Chapter Three: Medication and Family ties

There were very few times in Gary's life where he was actually confused. Not just feeling a little bit off, but legitimate confusion. As he got out of his stupor, the senior had reached that very apex that he loathed. He knew it was probably out of pity, or some other weak feeling like that. It didn't stop his questioning of why on Earth some girl he had never met before today left him weapons. Regardless if he needed them or not, it was just strange that anyone here would ever show him kindness after the horrible acts he had done in this dump. Jacqueline seemed new; or at least acted like a new student. Maybe she'd learned fast though that if you go to this school, you need some type of defense mechanism in order to survive. That's what Gary had learned his first year here. It was one of the main principles of this school; it taught you how to have inch thick skin.

As he loaded up his newfound tools, he then grabbed the baseball bat and left the same way he came. Keeping low key, these weapons were going to be used when he needed them. Not when some Jock decided it's time to give Gary some 'poundcake', because let's face it. The only thing Kirby was really going to pound was Trent. Ugh, why on Earth was he focusing on Trent and Kirby so much? Oh right, because they had the biggest mouths out there, which was a given seeing as they sucked the most dick in the school. Wait—what was Christy's excuse… Actually, he didn't want to know. For once, he wanted to stop thinking, but no. His brain had to go on, and on, and on. He was really contemplating swallowing a bullet for the sake of his sanity.

The day proved to be pretty uneventful, seeing as he had to be on his 'best behavior' this week. It was annoying as hell. He still had his intimidating edge, but probably only because he had been released from Happy Volts—Give it a month, and they'd fear him no more than they feared Fatty or Cornelius. He was starting to get irritable at the thought. This was as bad as Happy Volts, only he could do so many more things—but was stuck pacing around like a lion stalking its prey. It was maddening; he couldn't technically do anything to the students. Hell, this early, he probably couldn't even get others to do his dirty work. Nothing could be tied to him this early in the year, unless he wanted to go back to the institution and be stuck with people that had the brains of a snail.

Sitting on the stairs outside of the doors to the main building, he made glares at children. Making them scuffle off, wondering why on Earth he was glaring at them. What did they do wrong? Simple, they existed. It was rather funny, actually. Odd things always were to Gary, anyways. Out of the corner of his eye, to his dismay he saw none other than Jimmy, Petey, and a few of the Prefects. Didn't they have something else they could be doing? Someone else they could unleash their fury on? Or was Gary practice for how they were going to beat their wives when they were to get married, or even get a girlfriend for that matter? Wait… Femmeboy? Girlfriend? HAH. Yeah, the day that happened was the day Gary inspired to be Mr. Burton; obesity and all.

"Gary you have to take your meds," Petey spoke with trepidation, those brown eyes looked at the head boy with a brow raised. He needed three prefects and Hopkins in order to tell him to take his mind numbing medication? Oh now this was hilarious. Sighing softly he stood up, he watched as the tan boy was having issues keeping his footing. He wanted to back up, but his body was frozen; either in fear or some other dumb feeling.

"Listen here Femmeboy," Gary glared before raising his index finger to Jimmy when he was about to say something, "I was planning on taking my medication anyways. I don't need you and your goon squad telling me where to be, and when to be there." The sociopath looked at them all before his eyes fell back on the petite boy, "and next time, when you want to look so 'tough', try not having your voice falter instead of bringing four people that look like they could be outsmarted by a llama." With that Gary laughed and walked off. Jimmy was about to go after the brown haired boy, but one of the prefects held him back. They'd have to take him down too if he threw the first punch.

The walk to Mrs. McRae's office was shorter than he thought, then again—her office wasn't that far from the entrance of the school, anyways. There was no one here for once, and he was shocked. Usually there were kids lined up needing medication or wounds fixed; one of the many prices to pay for going here. As he knocked, he glanced in. The nurse was walking around getting medication prepared, and as he slowly walked in her cold eyes glared at him.

"Where's the other one?" Her voice was abrupt as she handed him his pills and a small cup of water. Her eyes glared at him, "Well where's the other freak?" She continued, expecting an answer from the boy who didn't know who on earth she was talking about.

"Uh Ma'am, I have no idea what you are talking about," Gary spoke before taking his medication. The elderly nurse just rolled her eyes and motioned him to leave. As he did, someone crashed into him. "What the hell," He shouted angrily, before McRae shouted the words 'watch your language'. Helping the person up, it was none other than the girl who had made him curl into the fetal position earlier today. Instead of making a side comment and getting more of an earful from the nurse who had no doubt reached that senile age. He stayed outside, waiting for that girl. 'Where's that other freak,' the words went off again in his mind. So she had issues too, huh? That was interesting.

As the doors opened, he glanced over and saw her. God, she was tiny, and her skin didn't look quite right. It looked too tight. It wasn't that she had been looking like an anorexic skeleton. You just, you know when you see someone who looks really—off and you can't tell what exactly it is? Yeah, that was precisely Jacqueline's issue. By the way some people avoided her like a disease, others had caught on to. Her eyes were focused on something, and she looked too dazed out for her own good. "Jacqueline," Gary's voice was slightly cautious, last thing he needed was to get hit in the crotch again.

"What do you want this time? More weapons?" She spoke, before looking at him. Her eyes were no longer wide, and she now looked more… Normal? He didn't like her tone, honestly—It seemed like she was still mocking him. His fist clenched, not that he'd actually hit her. He just had to resist it with every fiber of his being. As she watched him shake his head slightly, her lips pursed. "Then what do you want, psycho?" The girl laughed softly, before yawning, "My sister told me all about you."

"And who is your sister to talk?" Gary's voice faltered slightly, she knew about him this whole time? Then what in her right mind made her give him some weapons? Oh right, his charm… Right, that had to be it. He couldn't help but silently judge her; he was going to destroy her and her pathetic sister. It was decided, last thing he needed was some fucked up girl with a violent streak smearing his once good name… Oh what the hell was he talking about? His name was as good as Charlie Manson's here. He watched as she seemed to turn to him, she seemed to think. What she was going to say, whatever it was, if it had to make her think this much- it probably wasn't good.

"My sister is Zoe Taylor," The auburn haired girl declared, "She told me quite a bit about you actually. She said you deserved getting hit in the groin." As Gary seemed to get angry, she laughed softly amused at how agitated the brunette had become. "She's my half sister really, Dad decided to leave mom after she was pregnant with Zoe," She spoke before giggling lightly; she looked out onto the courtyard as the sun began to fall. The real reasons she was actually here were not to be talked about lightly, and honestly she was surprised he hadn't realized some of her issues off the bat. Or even now, standing right in front of him, he hadn't really noticed the fact her hands were shaking; essential tremors. They really sucked.

"So what do you think of Hopkins?" Gary seethed Jimmy's last name out, and if saying a name could be deadly—Well, Jacqueline would not be standing here. His eyes went from looking at the peachy skinned girl to having a death glare at a prefect, imaging his head on a spike. Oh wait until he got his empire, everyone here would rot. Even the girl in front of her, that is… If she said something he didn't want to hear when it came to that self proclaimed King of the School. He wasn't a king; he was a guard who got lucky. He was jumping to conclusions, thoughts and worst case scenarios played over and over in his head.

"He's… Nice I suppose, I mean, my sister likes him," Jacqueline searched for the words, having an issue with saying anything. Honestly, it seemed like she didn't understand her sister's emotions, "He's all right, a bit trashy though." The senior girl was actually confused on the whole idea of her sister and Jimmy. She didn't understand love at all actually, or the infatuation her sister had for that disgusting kid. Gary watched as her eyes went down to the ground from embarrassment—or something of the sort. Shaking her head slightly from the thoughts, she looked to the brunette with a small smile, "So Gary, what did you want?" Anger still was visible on his face, his fists were still clenched, and his jaw was tightened. Honestly, he shouldn't be talking… Nope. He definitely shouldn't have been; which is why he really couldn't help himself from spitting out venom.

For once he didn't know what to say, if he said anything too mean- She'd tell Zoe, and Zoe would tell her precious boyfriend. Cracking his neck slightly, he glared. "I want you to stay away from me," With that he stood up and walked by her, shoving her out of his way as he headed to his dorm. Probably, if Jacqueline had given him some time to cool down, he wouldn't have been such an asshole. He couldn't help it though, whatever Jacqueline was going to do—he had feeling it was going to benefit Jimmyboy, and these feelings; they were often right. He was going to take over this school, and take down anyone who stood in his way—Even if they helped him when he first came back. As he laid down he began to think, waiting for the pills to take effect. His brown eyes closed, and he began to drift off to some sort of half-sleep. Tomorrow had to be better, at least… Somewhat.