Beatrice/Gary (This Is Gospel- Panic! at the Disco)
He wasn't supposed to get close to anyone.
Gary Smith played by a separate set of rules than most, and number one was "don't trust anyone". He even had a full list of rules next to his bed to review them every night. He knew them by heart, and it helped to keep him as sane as he could be.
But that girl... The one everyone picked on and tormented, knocked her books out of her hands... how could someone so weak and pathetic catch his eye? Why did he find himself drawn to her tiny silhouette under the lights outside of Bullworth at 1 in the morning?
"I was waiting for you," she stammered, nervously scuffing her shoes against the ground.
"What for?" he replied, interested.
"Nobody else can help me, but..." she sighed, picking her eyes off the ground and setting them to his. "I want revenge, and I know that's what you're good at."
"Well what do I get out of it?" he asked, crossing his arms over his torso. Why was he considering her offer? Why was he drawn to the sparkles in her wandering eyes?
"I can help you conquer the Nerds," she replied. "I can be sort of a... double agent." She offered a tiny smile but it disappeared when she saw Gary's emotionless face. "I know your plan. I-I've seen you with the Bullies and the Greasers and the High Class Kids. It's either us or the Athletic Kids, right?"
Gary smirked. "Well, my little lab rat. Maybe you could do me some good."
Beatrice smiled, but then got serious. "But, you have to do something for me first."
"Ah, right. Now what could you possibly want?" Gary had resumed his normal, slightly psychotic nature, losing interest now that he knew what she wanted.
"Mandy. She needs to go down," Beatrice replied.
"Of course."
And she did. In fact, Gary hadn't even had to do anything with Jimmy as every Clique leader's lapdog; playing paparazzi with Mandy had been entirely on Earnest's part. For some reason, Gary felt wrong that he'd not done something for the mousy girl that lived in the science hall. So he scheduled a meeting, having a war back in forth in his head about why he was doing this. Gary loved toying with others, but he hated toying with himself. His emotions and thoughts clouded as he waited for her behind the Girl's Dorm under the tree. He bickered with himself until the doors swung open, the shaking girl looking back and forth before spotting him and climbing up to meet with him.
"You called for me?"
Gary slowed his breathing, approaching the girl who shrank back as he grew nearer. "I did."
"Is there a reason? Is there something you need me to do?" she asked.
"Close your eyes," Gary blurted, mentally cursing himself. What was he doing?
She muttered a bit, hopping from foot to foot, trying to come up with an excuse as to why she couldn't. "Now!" Gary snapped. She tensed up, her eyes squeezing shut. He ran a hand through his short hair before quickly cupping his hands to her soft cheeks, pressing his lips against hers. She squeaked and squirmed for a second before gently grabbing his arms. Her touch seemed to slap him back to reality as he opened his eyes and pushed her away... well, more like pushed himself away from her.
He scoffed and brushed past her, jumping and landing roughly back onto the concrete before stalking away, hands shoved into the pockets of his school slacks.
"Oh, hey, Gary! I was wondering if you could-"
"Shut up, Pee-stain!" Gary barked, glaring daggers at the heavier boy. Algie flinched and kept walking as if nothing happened. Gary pushed back a few more people before finally reaching his room in the dorm. He locked his door and threw himself onto his bed, groaning.
After a moment of peaceful silence, he got up and stripped down to his boxers, too tired to do anything else. A slight breeze from the AC made something move. Gary turned to find the list of rules he abided by. He stared at it, his handwriting burning into his mind. He opened his drawer quietly, retrieving a pencil. He leaned forwards and scribbled a few more words onto the paper before throwing the pencil god knows where and flipping his light off, crawling under the covers.
"Rule number 1: Don't trust anyone. Not even yourself."
