Fanart by: bully-bl livejournal
This is my first Bully story. Sorry if the characters are...well out of character. There will be some smut in the later chapters. So enjoy and R&R please! :)
"School sucks." I groaned walking into the boy's dorm.
It's the second week of school and I've already been here long enough to say that classes were dreadfully long and boring. I took the exact same classes in my old school, but Crabblesnitch says that I have to remain at the age group class level. Ms. Philips is most possibly the most sane teacher here…so far. Mr. Hattrick kept mumbling things about Mr. Galloway drinking or something. And I swear to god I saw that lunch lady spat in the soup…stew…whatever it was.
Occasionally I get new nicknames from bullies and other random students.
"Sissy!"
"Punk!"
"Matilda!"
The girls on the other hand, would usually blush and giggle at me. Some of them even wave at me. There are a couple of girls that I definitely don't want to be involved with: Lola, Pinky, and Mandy.
Lola, from what I've heard, is a slut that hits on all of her boyfriend's friends. She immediately starts to flirt with me. Unfortunately for her, I'm not interested into loose women so I avoided her for a minute. Pinky is okay but she's kind of bossy. She expects people to do things for her instantly. I heard that she's dating her cousin. Yikes. Mandy is captain of the cheer squad so basically she's in major bitch mode 24/7. One time, she pushed Beatrice for standing in her way in the middle of the classroom.
Please don't make me mention Eunice…please. I've seen her make out with Jimmy tons of times. Either Jimmy likes heavy women or it was a dare, a dare that was repeated thousands of times. I'm most definitely denying the fact if they are going out or not.
Petey and I have been hanging out a lot. He's a good friend. He's one of the only people around here that actually listens to me.
My experience in Bullworth isn't as bad as I thought it would be. There was only one problem. Gary Smith. Even though I haven't really talked to him ever since that encounter, he's been giving me occasional stares and angry looks. What did I do to him? No idea. Hopefully, I'll be able to switch rooms next semester. I want to room with Petey, my only best friend here.
I walked into my dorm room humming an Ed Sheeran song. The first thing I noticed was Gary lying back on his bed, staring at the wall. I ignored him like I usually do and whipped out my IPod and throw my ear buds on. Green Day shuffled and I lightly hummed the lyrics while digging through my backpack for my homework. I pulled my sweater vest over my head and hopped onto my bed still humming the words happily. It was going to be a chill night I already know. After I'm done with homework, I can catch a movie with Petey in town and we just eat at some burger place. We'll want to see if Jimmy wants to tag along or just do random stuff that Gary says again.
A paper ball was thrown at my head snapping me out of my chill zone. I glared over at Gary who was now sitting up in his bed saying something to me. I took out my ear buds, trying to hear him over the music.
"What?"
"I said stop humming. I'm trying to concentrate on my plans."
"Fine." I mumbled going back to my homework, leaving one ear bud out just in case that prick needed anything else.
"So you're not going to ask about my plan?" Gary inquired as I lightly shook my head in confusion like I didn't know what he meant.
"I thought you'd want me to stay out of it."
Gary quickly shifted over to my bed staring at me, making sure that I was paying attention. I swallowed as he began to speak. My mind repeated that this dude is in the same bed as me. He wasn't too close, but the thought just made me nervous.
"You're going to listen to it anyway. You see Hopkins and I…well mostly Hopkins, are going to try to take down the jocks head first-"
My mind began to wonder. His words didn't really matter anymore. I've never noticed how handsome Gary was. The scar on his right eye keeps it from being perfect. It was pretty damn close to perfect. His eyes expressed that he was up to no good. My eyes traveled down to his arms. So sculpted and clinging perfectly to his built arms. I began to stare at his full lips with that signature smirk never leaving them. My vision was heading towards his lower body where his-
"Matt!" Gary yelled making me jump from my trance and back at him.
"Uh…sorry what?" I said looking behind him trying to play it cool.
"Were you staring at me faggot boy?" he began to smirk evilly, leaning closer. "Why were you? Something that you like to see?
That was a good question. Why was I staring at him? I like girls. Yeah, I'm 100 percent sure that girls are way hotter. That's kind of strange. I've never looked at a guy like that. My heart began to race. What is this feeling? Am I nervous? What the hell!
The scarred teen stared at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I scratched the back of my head pretending to not know what he's talking about.
"Gary, I like chicks man." I stated as he looked into my eyes. He leered at me then nodded knowing that I was hiding something. Why did I even say that? He's going to get suspicious. Goddamn that psychopath and his perspective skills.
"Not by the way you were looking at me. I already know your secret before you do Matt."
"That doesn't even make any-"
"So tell me, how deep are you in the closet?" Gary chuckled darkly as I turned away from him.
"I'm not gay! Jesus Christ!" I yelled still trying not to look at him. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep staring at him?
"Well…I know how to find out." What is he talking about?
I turned around as Gary boldly leaned towards me slowly, hesitant yet confident. My teal eyes clashed with his brown ones. There's a sudden powerful tension all over the room. I swallowed as he pulled me into a hungry kiss.
"What the fuck is going on here!? WHY AM I LETTING HIM KISS ME?" I questioned in my mind as he ran his fingers through my hair, not letting me slip away.
His mouth tastes so good. Unlike that other time back at my old school when I had to kiss Stacy Washington and she ate like a basket of jalapeño poppers and onion rings. It was disgusting.
I slowly began to kiss him back, moaning into his mouth. I felt him smirked within the kiss, I knew that he knew he had my control. He leaned me back into the bed, climbing on top of me, straddling me onto the bed. Wave of pleasure hit through my body, feeling his abs through my shirt. Suddenly, he separated from me and got off top of me. I gave him a disappointed frown as he chuckled.
"I knew you were a faggot."
I quickly got off of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and slid onto the floor. Shit, shit, shit this is bad! Why did I kiss him back? Why did he kiss me in the first place? I was enjoying every moment of it. Am I gay? Holy shit I think I'm gay. And to make it worse, I'm gay for Gary? Dammit.
I slammed my fists on the ground and let out a frustrated sigh. Mother would have hated to see me now. Tad wouldn't look up to me anymore. I'm still debating on whether to tell someone. I need someone to talk to.
Petey.
He'll listen. I'll have to go to his and Jimmy's dorm later on. I let out another frustrated sigh. This wasn't what I expected. I don't want to be gay but…what am I going to do?
I walked up to the mirror looking at my face seeing my lips still red from being abused. I fixed my hair and huffed. I'll have to go to therapy for this.
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Gary's POV
I paced across the room. Why the hell did I do that? I don't know why he looked at me like that. I'm not gay at all. Damn, that taste is still in my mouth. I wanted to savor it. Why the hell am I thinking about this? Damn it.
I threw my watch across the room causing it to shatter the mirror. I walked towards the shattered disaster looking at myself through it. What have I become? I'm supposed to be kind of this school of idiots. Not friends with benefits with Matt fucking Erikson. I studied myself closely feeling my still tingling lips. I'm not going to let him stand in my way. I am stronger than him. Gary Smith is not weak.
I straightened my sweater vest and backed away from the mirror. I heard the bathroom door opened seeing Matt walked inside the room looking as if he's still in shock. Teasing him is so much fun. I turned to him as he noticed the damage to the mirror.
"For a sissy virgin you're a good kisser."
"Uh…that's great and all but I want to know what happened to the goddamn mirror." Matt emotionlessly pointed at the shards of glass on the floor.
"Don't worry about that." I snapped staring at him pick up a little piece of glass on the floor. "What am I going to do with him after I finish off Hopkins?"
"No seriously, I don't want to step on this glass and slice my toes off." Matt continued trying to pick up the tiniest pieces first.
"Perhaps I can just get rid of him too. He'll just get in my way. Besides, he's friends with Jimmy so he might help him out."
"Gary, do we have a vacuum cleaner? I'm-because I'm not telling the janitor that I left a sociopath and a mirror to a showdown."
"Matt, will you fucking shut up!?" I exclaimed as he put his hands up in mock defeat.
"So…you're not going to tell anyone what just happened about 20 minutes ago right? I won't tell."
"I don't even want to talk about it faggot. If you like kissing me, then too bad." I glared at him as he looked…hurt?
"Well I do! We can't just ignore it and go on with our day. Oh y'know just my crazy roommate kissing me no big deal." He mocked.
I began to think of a plan while he was doing his constant blabbering. He won't like it one bit. I grinned at him as his face draws confusion.
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Matt's POV
Oh no, he's grinning at me. If he tells anyone I swear to god. This guy is already evil beyond belief. Holy shit, how did he break that mirror though? That's so weird.
"Oh Matty…" he stopped to chuckle darkly. "I'm going to squeal like a pig."
"Hey! What for? I've never done anything to you!" I yelled as his expression changed into a pleased one.
"Nothing much but torturing you is a blast. If you don't want me to tell anyone, you have to do what I say…" he remarked stepping towards me.
"Dude, I'm not gay." I held my hands up as he rolled his eyes.
"No you whore, I want you to roam around the school in your underwear." He stated.
"Dude…no WAY!" I declined shaking my head repeatedly. "I don't stoop to your level Gary. I won't embarrass myself. Besides, the perfects will bust me."
Gary shrugged and folded his arms. "Looks like you're going to have to dodge them."
I thought about it for a long time. Would I rather be known as Matt Erikson, the sissy, girl looking faggot or Matt Erikson, that one crazy kid who ran around the school naked one time? I sighed and turned to the manipulator.
"I'll do it."
"It's not like you had a choice." He glared at me and signaled me to remove my clothes.
I looked out of the door into a room full of jocks and another room full of nerds. Students walk around the dorm aimlessly. Why did it have to be crowded now? I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Here it goes…