This is your NEW school
All characters mentioned in this(except ones that I made up)belong to Rockstar Games.
I do not makemoney off of this.
Contains slightly worse language than in the game and sexuality.
I haven't been feeling well. Whatever. – XX-THIRST
Chapter 10 : Shower Me With Stars
Monday morning. Jimmy slowly rose from slumber, eager for a new day. Then he remembered he had to spend it with Gary. And he found the aforementioned young man sitting at the edge of his bed, a wide grin painted across his face. A smiling Gary was never a good sign.
" Okay Gary, what is it ? ".
" Oh, not much … just a letter from Femme Boy the first. One of the hall monitors delivered it about a minute ago ".
He pulled the letter out from the already opened envelope.
" Deeeaarrr Jimmy, I wuuuuuv you " he pretended to read in a poor imitation of Pete Kowalski's voice. " I wanna marry youuuu. At our wedding, I'm gonna wear a purty pink dress with lots of flowies in my hair and lots of make-up and- ".
" Give me that! " said Jimmy, snatching away the paper. " Holy shit Gary, can you NOT be annoying for more than two seconds? ".
" You call it annoyance, I call it honesty ".
" Honest like Jack the Ripper " he mumbled and read the letter to himself.
.
Dear Jimmy,
How are you doing at your new school? Crabblesnitch gave me the address two days ago and so, yeah, I wrote this letter. Anyway, after Bullworth burned down, my parents decided to home-school me from now on. At least I won't have to be subjected to wedgies, swirlies and kicks to the groin from stupid old Gary anymore, right?
Best regards,
Pete
" He writes how he talks... ".
" Come on, what does it say ? " Gary asked, in the tone of an impatient child.
" I'm not telling you anything ".
" And why not? ".
" Because it's my letter. Addressed to me. If you want to read one, go get someone to write to you ".
" F you Hopkins, Femme Boy's my friend too ".
" More like your human punching bag ".
" Keep it up James. Keep it up and I'm going to... ".
" Going to what? Beat me up ? Yeah, that worked out really well for you last time. You're every bit as stuck as I am in this hell hole. I just don't have to pop pills all the time".
" Pssh, you don't know anything about popping pills ".
Actually, he had some idea of what it was like. At some point, when he was eight or nine, his mother had taken him to a psychologist who tried to prescribed him an antidepressant. Relaxadrill or something because he was ' acting out ' . But his mother quickly discovered that having a heavily medicated son around was a bit of a turn off for the men she brought home and immediately took him off the medication, much to Jimmy's relief, more or less. It took about six months to ween him off the crap. And while he was lost in this memory, Gary had managed to grab away the letter and read it.
He was silent for a moment before gripping the paper, muttering
"...stupid old Gary ? Stupid old Gary ? Huh! A lot of nerve he has, calling me stupid. Who does he think he is? Obnoxious little fu... egh! ".
He threw the letter to the floor and plopped onto his bed while mumbling curses.
" He could've called you a lot worse things than stupid...".
Gary threw a comb at him.
" I'm not stupid! " he screamed. He then flopped backwards, laughing and smacked himself on the forehead.
" Oh Jimmy. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Almost had me there. Ugh , the meds are wearing off ".
He grabbed an orange bottle off of the nightstand and dumped sixteen blue horse pills into his hand. Jimmy watched with amazement and curiosity as Gary
downed them all without the aid of water. Then he remembered that medication list he had been given.
' Shit, he's not over dosing, is he ? What was he supposed to take sixteen of ? Maybe I should just ask... but that would make him suspicious. Crap... I hate having to babysit stupid Gary '.
Despite the slight paranoia, he asked anyway.
" What drug is that ? ".
" Huh ? ".
" What are you taking ? What's it called ? ".
" Why the hell do you want to know ? ".
" Because I just do, that's why ".
" You're better off not knowing ".
" Why am I better off not knowing ? ".
In a rare turn of events, Gary froze, not having a snarky come back. The gears in his brain churned painfully, attempting to conjure up some witty response. He had been verbally backed into a corner. He didn't like it. Finally, he responded to Jimmy's question by calling him a dim-wit and blew him a raspberry.
" Yeah, that's really mature... you still didn't answer my question. And I'm going to keep bugging you about it until you give me a straight answer. So. What's the name of the drug you took and what's it for ? ".
And he repeated the question over and over as Gary gathered up his shampoo, his soap , his towel and headed for a shower.
Much like Bullworth, the boys' dorm at Bra-Hog didn't have private bathrooms, but rather communal showers and toilets. Compared to the rest of the school, the bathroom was rather plain looking with it's off white and pale green tiled floors. The unique acidic musk of male sweat, male urine and cheap after shave hung thick in the air, like pea soup. Teenage boys lumbered about (most of them half awake) chatting about sports, girls they made out with ( or boys, depending on their orientation ) and homework. They also nicked themselves while shaving.
Kyle Brooder was drenching himself in ' Ballz of Steel ' cologne while he conversed with his buddy, Freddy Kent. He was going on about girls and basketball, the only two topics that didn't make his puny jock brain explode.
" Aw man, I don't know what the hell to do Freddy. Jamie asked if she and I could go to town at the new ice cream place tonight. But then I started thinking that Faith was looking pretty hot, so I asked her to meet me at Glen's Burgers. I didn't tell Jamie of course, she'd get all mad and stuff, like alotta girls do. Then I remembereded that we had basketball practice stuff tonight. Damn it, I don't know if I should go out with Jamie, she's my girlfriend and all, or if I should blow her off and out with Faith, she's got big boobs and stuff, or if I should go to practice. What do you think ? ".
Kyle obviously wasn't verbally gifted. Freddy ( a button nosed, freckled faced, squinty eyed blond with a light brown complexion ) shrugged in response.
" You could go out with Jamie for an hour at the ice cream place, then sneak off and hang out with Faith ".
Freddy was the smarter one out of the two.
" Hey , that's a great idea! Boy, you sure are smart, Fred. But not like super smart, like a nerd, you know ? ".
" Gee, thanks " said Freddy, his reply lightly dusted with sarcasm. Kyle slapped his pal on the back and proceeded to paint himself with another bucket's worth of nasty cologne.
Mean while, Gary stood in only a bath towel, facing a smudgy mirror, leaning over a sink, trying to shave away his morning five 'o clock shadow while Jimmy continued to berate him with the same question. He ignored the teenage midget for as long as he could until he couldn't take it anymore and growled
" Enough , Hopkins! ".
" What's the name of the drug you took and what's it for ? ".
" Okay James. If you keep asking me that... ", he let his towel drop to the floor , " you're going to have get an eye full of Gary Smith in all his glory! ".
Jimmy recoiled in disgust at the sight of a naked Gary. He quickly covered his eyes, which were now soiled with the horrifying image of the boy in his birthday suit.
" If you stop asking me , I'll put the towel back on " he smirked. To his surprise, Jimmy was now snickering and he frowned, not amused by his reaction.
" What's so funny ? ".
" Is this your way of telling me that the drug is for... ahem... enhancing your downstairs ? ".
A few other boys over heard the remark and laughed their asses off. Gary angrily scooped up his towel in a huff and stomped into a shower, slamming the stall door behind him. Jimmy entered the shower next to that one and asked the same question again. And again. And again. Gary was soon snarling profanities and yelling at him to stop. When he exited the stall, Jimmy was standing there and greeted him with the question. Finally, Gary had enough and screamed
" All right! All right! I'll tell you ,damn it! ".
He pulled Jimmy into the shower with him and turned the water on full blast.
" Fine. You want to know so bad ? I'll tell you. It's Laxatran. A stool softener to counteract the constipation that Floron causes, which I have to take to counteract the diarrhea Angertrex causes, which I have to take to counteract the mood swings Exzumdrill causes, which I have to take to counteract the eczema Hemdrol causes, which I have to take to counteract the hemorrhoids Acnrah causes, which I have to take to- ".
" Okay, okay, you don't need to list every medication you take. Now was that so hard to tell me ? ".
" It wasn't necessary to annoy the hell out of me ".
" You do that to me all the damn time ".
Someone knocked on the stall door. It was a beefy , red-haired jock called Brent Kohmer.
" Hey, I don't judge, but maybe it isn't , like, a good idea to make out in the shower when their a bunch of other people in the bathroom ? " .
Gary shoved Jimmy out of the stall and said " Hopkins here is a perv, he followed me inside ".
" Did not! Screw you Gary! " he yelled, kicking the door and almost breaking it. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Simon there in plaid green pajamas. They looked to be a tad big for him.
" Hello , top of the morning to you, Jimmy ".
" Morning , Simon. You know, I don't think I've ever actually seen you here in the dorm bathroom ".
" Yes, well, truth be told..." ,he lowered his voice to a whisper , " … I try to get in here very early in the morning when no one else is round so that I don't get roughed up, eh ? I just came back because it seems I've forgotten my hairbrush ".
" Which one are you are looking for, Femme Boy 2 ? The glittery pink one ? " said Gary, leaving the shower stall and not bothering to dry off.
" No ,Gary " Simon said sneered. He picked a hair brush up off of a counter top. " The normal looking green one " .
He turned to leave, only to collide with Kyle. The skinny English kid was sent flying backwards and landed on his ass.
" Woah, look where you're going , pip-squeak. What's with the curls ? Heh, heh, heh, ha, ha , ha, you look down right ... uh... what's the word ? Umm ... girly! That's it, girly. With that hair style, you look like Shirley Temple ".
The entire bathroom roared with laughter. He was right ( for once ). Even Jimmy couldn't contain himself, covering his mouth to conceal the grin on his face. Kyle then went on to make fun of Jimmy's short stature. Jimmy's grin quickly faded and he punched Kyle in the stomach. The two were soon punching, kicking and wrestling each other with every other guy in the room goading them on. Except for Simon, he pleaded for them to cease fighting. Everyone's voices however were eventually drowned out by the sound of a loud whistle being blown. A hall monitor rushed into the bathroom. Most of the boys screamed like little girls as they tried to cover their half-nakedness.
" What's all the commotion about in here ?! " bellowed the hefty thirty something.
" Uh ...er... Kyle slipped and fell. I was helping him up. Right, Kyle ? " said Jimmy.
" I didn't sl- ".
" Really , Mr. Hopkins ? ".
" Really ".
" I didn't sl- ".
" So I see. Carry on then. But please, keep the noise down, it's not necessary to be so loud in the bathroom ".
" Yes ma'am " the young men said unison.
The hall monitor left and the boys sighed, relieved. Jimmy looked at Kyle and said
" I just saved your ass from the head mistress's 'special treatment ' ".
He left the bathroom shortly there after and Gary followed suit. Simon trailed behind, mummering
" Do I really resemble Shirley Temple ? ".
I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm not writing anymore tonight. And yes, Simon does look like a male Shirley Temple. – XX-THIRST