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“The hell is going on?!”
A snobbish and annoying voice yells out, all the chatter and shock quiets instantly. These preps were so predictable, all like little copycats, looking around: confused, shocked, and angry. It was boring at this point to even watch, Jimmy was just ready to get outta here.
Derby Harrington steps forward, looking up at the short male standing behind the ropes, then towards the body of Bif Taylor knocked out. If Jimmy cared enough to look, he’d see a hint of hurt in Derby’s cruel soulless eyes—too bad Jimmy doesn’t give a shit about these preppies. Jimmy couldn’t even pay attention much to what these rich brats were saying, just in one ear and out the other.
It wasn’t before he knew it, that he was being shoved out onto the floor of the boxing club. Smacking his face straight onto a mat thankfully, still it hurt like a bitch. His head snaps up, face growing red and a deep snarl on his lips. Pushing himself up, he hits the first Aquaberry wearing bastard he sees.
And one by one they all fall down, like little glowing bowling pins. Grunts and groans echo behind him as he chases Derby up the stairs and shoves the doors open, that sly cat couldn’t even face him himself.
What a coward!
“I’m leveraging the assets I have and you don’t. Friends.”
Friends.
Friends.
Friends…. Jimmy had friends, what was this wretch talking about? He had friends, but when he thought of it—the only one that came up was Petey. Not even Gary, because he already showed they weren’t truly friends after that fight with Russell.
Friends.
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Gary sighs with a delighted chuckle trailing off it, trying to muffle the sound. As he walks away from one of the many old windows in the back of the building, he didn’t need to see anymore after Derby showed up. It was all working, everything falls into plan as always. He’s just too damn good at this.
People were all the same, boring and predictable—he felt… upset for some reason though. He didn’t want to think any more about it. He had much more important things going on in his life than watching Jimmy Hopkins beat the shit outta some rich inbred brats. Even though it was all his fault, it always is—no one just sees it.
Except Petey.
But he was different, even though he wasn’t blind… he wasn’t confident enough to act on such things. Fear of loneliness kept Petey obedient, and the thought of Jimmy losing kept Jimmy… somewhat obedient. As obedient as a rabid dog, but everyone was dogs if you saw it in that way—Gary knew how to handle dogs. Which meant he knew how to handle everyone else.
He’s the only real person at Bullworth, the only one who ever thinks. Thinking too much practically, everything had another motive and secret meaning, and only he saw it! Only Gary! No one else did, that’s why he had to take over, had to show all these idiots the truth. That Gary Smith was the king here.
One clique down, only two more to go. After all, the bullies were taken down so easily that they weren’t even a concern, and Jimmy got to the nerds before Gary even started thinking of using him as a pawn.
Sometimes Gary wonders what it’s like to not have to think and just do, all the jocks were like that, Jimmy was like that. Why couldn’t Gary be like that, maybe it’d make all the thoughts go away—make the overwhelming voices and paranoia go away.
Oh well. Gary doesn’t care enough about the what ifs, no he only cares about taking over. He has to prepare more, after all… Jimmy would’ve betrayed him anyways if he didn’t do it first.
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Jimmy huffs as he pulls off the red boxing gloves and tosses them down, wiping at his brow. Stepping out of the Glass Jaw Boxing Club, with a huge ego boost now that the preps were his girls. Suddenly sneezing out of nowhere, “oh hell, better not be getting sick.”