I had barely even realised Hopkins had taken over those Nerds. I hate those nerds. They think they're so intelligent just because they use words that most people won't get. I do, but that's because I've actually got more than two brain cells. Unlike most of the people here. No wonder they get picked on all the time. I would pick on them too. If I had the time or patience, that is.
So I guess Hopkins has more fire power than I thought. So what? He still hasn't got a clue what he's doing. Even if I fail, he won't stand a chance in this prison. No, not if . I won't fail, so no need for an if. He'll just be poor Jimmy in big and scary Bullworth just as he was when he came in.
Pete looked pretty tired when he came in and-wait, was that a limp? "Poor Petey got beat up again?" I teased, pouting at him. He just completely ignored me and flopped onto his green covered bed with his back to me. Oh no, you're not getting away that easy! I climbed onto his bed, him pushing me off it. "I was just going to ask what was wrong Mr Petey!" I said in a baby voice. He wasn't responding. So I just did the most logical solution-I poked him with a pen. "Gary, please leave me alone. I'm not in the mood for you to annoy me." he mumbled. "C'mon, Pete. Tell me or I'll poke you with a knife next." I pushed. I wasn't joking either. I always keep a knife under my pillow in case Jimmy tried to kill me in my sleep.
"Alright, fine. Just so you won't murder me. Those Jocks pushed me." Pete huffed, me laughing my ass off. "So that's what you're moaning about? Jeez Pete, grow a pair would ya?" I responded. Pete sure was a loser. But at least he was my buddy...kinda.
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While I Was Planning- A Gary Smith Story
FanfictionI'm the king of Bullworth, as most of you should know, but I was put through some torture to get through. Especially when I was planning and Pete kept looking over my shoulder. No matter. He'll be gone soon enough Cover by me.
