This is your NEW school
All characters mentioned in this(except ones that I made up)belong to Rockstar Games. I do not make money off of this.
Contains slightly worse language than in the game and mild sexuality. This chapter contains drug references .
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(words in italics stand for thoughts)
...Chapter 2: A School Far Worse
All Jimmy could do was stand with his mouth hanging open. Here he was, Gary Smith, actually standing right in front of him.
" If you stare like that for too long, your face will stay that way, you know ".
"Wh...wha…what the hell are you doing here ?! ". Gary chuckled at Jimmy's stunned expression.
"I think I should be the one asking that " .
Jimmy finally regained his composure. " Bullworth burned to the ground last night. The whole school's gone. Toast. Now I'm stuck here until it's rebuilt ".
Gary stood silent. Then he threw his hands upon Jimmy's shoulders . He was grinning from ear to ear.
" Jimmy, you have just made my day! Ha! So it's really gone! So tell me, how did that shit hole go up in flames? ".
" No one really knows, but there was a rumor going around that the Greasers had something to do with it ".
Gary rubbed his chin. " Hmm, sounds like the greaseballs M.O ".
" Ok, Gary, so what's your story? ".
Gary folded his arms and his lips curled into a smug smile. " Ah , James, after being brought... sorry, DRAGGED to Happy Volts, medicated up the wazoo and
receiving endless hours of group therapy , hypnotherapy and group hypnotherapy, they dumped my ass here because no other school can handle a lovely guy
like myself. And that's my damn story. Now that you're here too, my old friend-".
Jimmy cut him off. " We're not friends. Especially after that psycho crap you pulled last time " he said with a menacing glare. "Oh. And if you ever say ANYTHING
about my mom again, I'll hang you by your balls. Got it ? ".
Gary put his hands up in a defensive position. " Hey, easy there , Hopkins . That wasn't me, that was the medication talking ".
" You weren't on your medication ".
Gary rolled his eyes and sighed. " Whatever. That was in the past. How about we start over. Shake on it? ".
He extended his hand, only for Jimmy to walk right by, completely ignoring him.
" I need to hit the sack. Screw off Gary ".
" Whatever Jimmy. But I'll tell you this. You've just stepped into a school far worse than Bullworth and here, you're going to need friends like me to help you
survive ". Jimmy slammed his dorm room door in his face.
' What a phony . If he thinks I'll become his good ole pal, he clearly has his head up his ass ' .
He then examined his new uniform laid out on his bed. A dark green plaid vest, a white long sleeved dress shirt, tan slacks, and black dress shoes. Tossing the clothes aside, he flopped onto the bed. He couldn't help but sigh as he lay down , considering how comfortable the bed was.
' Worse than Bullworth? Could there really be such a thing? Nah... ' . He dosed off into a deep slumber.
" HEY! SLEEPY HEAD HOPKINS ! GET UP! ".
Jimmy was rudely awoken to the jarring sound of Gary's voice. He snorted in confusion .
" Wha...?...ugh...the hell are you...? ".
The taller boy was practically hovering over him. " It's 6 am Hopkins, wakey wakey ".
Jimmy slowly rose his head. Pillow imprints were embedded in his face. "Aw, ugh, you've gotta be kidding me. Six ? What time do classes start? ".
" 8 o clock sharp. So you better hurry your ass up if you want breakfast ".
He motioned for Gary to leave the room so he could get dressed. He didn't tuck in the dress shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and didn't button the top button of his vest, giving him his usual sloppy look . Upon emerging from his dorm room, he spotted Gary standing near the exit with his arms crossed.
" Finish getting dolled up , Jimmy? " .
" Shut up Gary. You're a dumb ass ".
" Really...is that the best insult you can come up with ? ". Before Jimmy could respond, Gary pulled a small, strawberry-blonde, green eyed boy to his side.
" I must introduce you to the femme-boy of Brat-Hog Academy. Meet Simon Perry . The girliest of boys, imported all the way from London ".
The smaller boy pushed away. " Will you please stop calling me names ? It quite rude you know ".
Gary shrugged. "Why not? If the name fits, wear it ". Simon rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Jimmy.
" You must be Jimmy Hopkins. Though I must say, you are considerably less chubby than Gary described you. And may I also ask if you really did get a tattoo of
this Crabblesnitch fellow on your backside? ".
" Gary, what the hell have you been telling him? ".
Gary's eyes rolled upward. "Oh, I may have exaggerated a few details about your appearance...".
" Is it true you're really a 25 year old ex-convict posing as a high school student? ".
Jimmy was irritated now." Look you two. Leave me the hell alone before I do something you'll regret ".
He walked past the two and out of the boys dorm, all the while ignoring Gary's mocking tone.
" There goes big tough Jimmy. Ooooh, we should be REALLY scared ".
Jimmy, after wandering about for sometime, eventually found the cafeteria. He looked around trying to find an empty table for himself. From the looks of things, cliques were quite abundant in this school. He was relieved to find one in the courner,but this relief was short lived, for he soon felt an all too familiar hand on his shoulder.
" Enjoying the view Jimmy? Ahh, so many species in Brat-Hog's animal kingdom ".
Simon peeked his head out from behind Gary and chimed in " Yes, the student body here is quite the colorful crowd ".
Jimmy turned to face the two boys. " Can't you guys leave me alone for one second ? Why do you need to be in my space all the time? ".
Gary started laughing. "Oooh, I see. Someone's PMS-ing today. Simon, why don't you give Jimmy here one of your tampons? ".
" Gary, I swear-". Gary raised a hand to the now red faced Jimmy.
" Relax man. Now if you will turn around, I'll introduce you to the cliques that Brat-Hog Academy has to offer ".
He spun Jimmy by the shoulders, forcing him face to a table occupied by nerdy looking boys ( and one very ugly girl ) in maroon plaid vests, tan slacks and penny loafers.
" Here Jimmy, we have Brat-Hog's equivalent of the Nerds, only these guys call themselves the Geeks. They think it makes them sound cooler. ".He spun him
again to face another table. Here were kids dressed in plaid tye-dye shirts and bell bottoms, which looked horrendous to say the least.
" Meet the Hippies. They're all about living a 'down to earth' lifestyle, but most of them are f-ing loaded ".
" Hypocrites " Jimmy responded. Gary nodded his head.
"And God forbid, they'll go ape shit if they spot you with a hamburger ". Jimmy then noticed a group of homely looking girls in plaid flannel shirts and ripped jeans.
" Those Hopkins are the Tough Girls. They fight like shit, but they take full advantage of the 'No Hitting Girls' policy. They're probably a bunch of lezbos too ".
Jimmy scoffed. " I'm not scared of a bunch of girls ".
" Yeah, well you'd better watch your balls .They REALLY love groin kicks ". Suddenly, a huge kid in plaid overalls ploughed through them, knocking Jimmy and Gary into the walls.
" Who the hell was that guy? ".
" That's Billy, he's the leader of the Farm Kids. They're all here because they're the middle child in a family of 28. Parents breed like rabbits ".
Simon, pointing his index finger upwards, joined in the conversation. " They're pretty strong blokes, I wouldn't mess with them right away " . Jimmy turned to see a rather strange looking group of kids. They were all deathly pale ( with the exception of the brownskinned boy ), wore long black leather trench coats, black platform boots and their eyes were caked with black liner.
" Let me guess Gary. Those are...".
Gary sighed " Yep. The Goths. All mellow-dramatic, covered in truck loads of make-up, and have a 'gothic' attitude. They're THE most territorial clique at the
school. Look, I'll show you. Femme-boy 2, go over and talk to the Goths ". He pushed the small boy forward with great force, causing Simon to stumble. They watched as Simon attempted to greet the Goths, only to have them glare and then mouth off obscenities at him. Gary couldn't help but giggle at the shocked look on Simon's face as he came back.
" My God! What dirty mouths! Can you believe they told me to - ".
" Yeah, yeah, shut up Simon. Anyway, see what I mean Jimmy? They won't even let you near them if you don't walk, talk, dress, and act like them. Also, their
leader is a mean S.O.B and the oldest kid here. I wouldn't mess with his ex-girlfriend either. She's kind of... off ".
The Goths suddenly then turned and glared at a table of guys in dirty jeans, ripped plaid t-shirts, and grungy plaid bandanas on their foreheads, so far being the only clique sporting head wear.
" Oh, yes, here we see one of the many clique rivalries at this school. Those are the Metal Heads, they're the Goths rivals because both cliques think that they're
more rebellious than the other ".
" They look more retards than rebels ".
This brought a smile to Gary's face. " Well, well, Hopkins has a brain after all ". Jimmy ignored his comment. He instead focused on analysing this clique.
" I'll assume these guys blast their ear drums out with heavy metal music all day and stone themselves stupid all night ".
Gary agreed, nodding his head. " Right you are. I wouldn't accept any joints from them though. They don't have a very good stash ".
" You mean you actually smoked that stuff ? ".
" Oh come on Jimmy! Don't be a prude. It's not like it messes with my meds...at least not too much ". Simon couldn't resist adding in his two cents.
" I've told Gary many times to not to take those narcotics! But will he listen ? No! First he tells me you two used to get high off of paint fumes and gym socks,
now he's smoking marijuana ! ".
Jimmy had had it up to here by now with Gary's incisive berating, constant lying, pretending to sound like an intellectual, and just over all being a pain in the ass.
"Gary, why the hell do you tell him these things? You know it just makes him sound like an idiot ".
Gary laughed while Simon stood wide eyed.
"I...I..I do not sound an idiot! ". His voiced squeaked at the end, making Gary laugh even harder.
"O h my God! Simon! Ha, Ha, Ha! Do you know how retarded you sound ? ".
He put his hand on Simon's shoulder to keep himself from falling over from laughter. Jimmy simply stood staring, but had a hard time keeping a straight face himself. Never the less, he wanted to get back to the subject of the cliques.
" Uh...Gary...are there anymore cliques? ".
Gary straightened, sighing as he wiped a tear from his face. " Oh...right. Well, yes, there is one more clique. The Jocks. The Jocks here are the toughest clique
and will kill you if you get any where near them. But put all their brains together and you'd have a box of rocks ".
He pointed towards a group of oversized boys in football and basket-ball jerseys , who were watching one of them smash a soda can on his forehead and cheering.
" Well, there you have it Jimmy. That's all the cliques. Oh, by the way, a word of warning. The principal is more psycho and menacing than all the students here
combined ".
Jimmy huffed and folded his arms ." What's he going to do to me? " he scoffed .
" She ".
" Okay, what's she going to do to me? ".
" I'll let you find that out on your own Hopkins ".
Simon began pointing franticly towards the left back corner of the cafeteria.
" Look! There's an empty table! We can all eat together! ". He was squealing loudly, which made nearly half of the students stare in their direction. Gary and Jimmy groaned.
' What a doofus . This guy is going to get us killed '. He was pretty sure Gary was thinking the same. The two ran ahead of Simon to get their food trays. Jimmy couldn't believe his eyes. He had almost forgotten what real food looked like after a year spent surviving off of bruised apples, mushy bananas , and beam cola. As for Edna's cooking...he didn't even consider it edible. He immediately went for the peanut butter and banana sandwiches , his favorite. There was quite a bit of food, so much so he had a tough time choosing other items to eat.
Gary leaned over saying " Pick something stupid! It's 7:15 already! I'm not having any trouble picking stuff ".
What seemed was Gary's definition of picking food out was taking a bite out of something, then putting it back. He was also sneaking food into his pants pockets. Eventually Jimmy chose a brownie and a bottle of orange juice. He wasn't sure exactly what Gary had on his tray though. It looked as if he had smashed a bunch of food into one pile on a plate.
" Uh...Gary. What the hell is that ? ".
" This is how I always eat my breakfast. Instead of having to eat each piece of food one by one, I just lump it into one pile to save time ".
" You're a nut ".
" I'm just practical ". They walked to the table where Simon was seated, his tray holding salad, water, and fish sticks. He sat there with a huge smile.
" I'm just thrilled to have you two eating with me. Say Jimmy, I thought you ate rusty nails and woodchips for breakfast ".
"Let me guess, Gary told you, right?". Simon hunched over with intimidation . Jimmy decided to let it go and eat his sandwich . As he reached for his breakfast,
Gary's hand grabbed his wrist with a firm grip.
" Hey! We pray before we eat, Hopkins! Were you raised in a barn or something? ". He gave Gary a confused look.
" Since when do you pray? ". Gary ignored his question as he snatched Simon's hand.
" Now, everyone bow their heads and close their eyes." He was silent for a moment. Then he began the prayer in the most dramatic of voices.
" Dear gracious Lord, thank you for this bountiful food for which we are about to receive that You have provided for us this morning. Please forgive us of our sins,
Jimmy for being a delinquent and mentally retarded...".
" Excuse Me ?! ".
" Simon for having his period constantly...".
" Pardon? ".
" And me, for just being so damn intelligent and good looking ". Simon and Jimmy rolled their eyes and groaned. " Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen. Let's eat,
I'm starving as shit! ".
" Nice finish...But I never remember you ever praying Gary " he said as Gary poured a bunch of pills onto his food pile.
" Eh, it was just for kicks ". Jimmy had an inkling it was just another way for him throw around insults.
'Hmf. Asshole. Screw him. I'm just going to enjoy my food '. Before he could even raise the sandwich to his mouth, a German accented voice blared over the load speaker.
" Vill Herr Hopkins please report to zee prince-zee-bull's office on zee third floor ". The whole cafeteria was dead silent. All eyes were on Jimmy.
'Just great '.
I think used the word 'food' more times in this chapter than I ever have in my lifetime. Now, why the name Simon? I
just happen to like it.
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* UPDATED 10/03/2013 : Fixed the layout and a few other mistakes.