Beatrice/Gary II (Madhouse- Little Mix [The beat and stuff fit, but not the lyrics])
The next morning, waking up was a tedious task for Gary. He didn't want to leave his room. He didn't want to see her again. Not after what she did... he did. The bell rang, warning that in thirty minutes, the prefects would search the dorms and prosecute any students hiding out to avoid classes. The last thing he wanted to do was mow the football field again. He pushed himself up out of bed and threw on his uniform, combing his hair with his fingers as he pushed the front doors of Bullworth Academy open. He had ten minutes. That was enough time to get to the basement and skip class.
He casually sauntered past a prefect who was chewing out Pedro for something. Gary quickly shut himself in the room, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the railing. Nobody would come in here, and if they did, he could make a run for the Hole. Nobody ever went down there unless there was a huge fight.
Being alone for so long gave him time to think, and that's what he thought he needed. He could process everything and destroy it. Emotions were not good. That's what all the doctors said were good, but what had they done besides over-medicate him into a zombie-like state? They knew nothing. All their fancy degrees and high titles meant absolutely nothing.
He had already reached the Hole by the time he was done thinking. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, and then out. That's what he'd do. He'd laugh her off. Ignore her. She was no better than the other leeches around. He was over her.
He heard the bell ring again. Class was over for now. He made his way out and to the cafeteria to grab an apple or something.
He walked over to the Prep table and grabbed an apple, nodding at a few things Derby was rambling about when he noticed Beatrice walk in hand in hand with Jimmy. He lowered the apple from his lips, watching as she blushed and giggled. He led her to the table and ruffled her hair, not noticing Gary and leaving the cafeteria. Gary tossed the apple in the trash, pushing past Derby and towards her, forgetting his plan. She looked up and flinched. He looked pissed.
"Um, hi Gary, what are you-"
Without a single word, he grabbed her arm, and dragged her out of the cafeteria to the area behind the stairs. He let her go. She frowned, rubbing her arm. "What was that for?" she asked.
"You don't talk to James, you don't look at James... you don't even look at him, do you understand?" he growled. She flinched, grabbing her hands and holding them tightly. Gary studied her for a minute before cupping her cheeks, pressing his lips to hers. She squirmed for a second before relaxing. This time when she kissed back, he didn't let go. He just moved one hand to the back of her neck, the other one resting on her tiny waist. Her fingers cautiously gripped the shoulders of his vest. He didn't want to let go. He couldn't pull away. He was stuck in this purgatory between wanting to keep kissing her and wanting to pull away and retreat back to his shell.
The bell rang, causing Gary to pull back and look into her eyes. He dropped his hands to his sides, hers slipping back to their former position held in each other. He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn't. He just took one step back, and turned to go back to the boiler room.
