🗡 TOXIC 🗡 | Gary Smith x Reader

01

Growing up in Bullworth, I always found myself focusing on my studies and grades. I'm not the type to find myself in trouble. But I know a lot of kids here don't think or act the same way as me. There are a lot of troublemakers.

And sure enough with my luck, I got caught up with the worst of them, Gary Smith. Bullworths bad boy. Sure, to all the adults, he seems like a nice young man working towards his goals. I mean, he was working towards his goals, but not the goals these adults thought of. He doesn't show his true self to them. Only the students see the real him.

And I know, it sounds stupid. He's got everyone wrapped around his finger. Dumb as hell. I see through this dude. And I don't like him. His attitude is horrible. Look, hes got the looks- I'll admit that, but the way he treats everyone- it's horrible!

But this guy has a way with his words. One moment you're hating his guts, the next you're following him on one of his little schemes. I already have a hard time saying no, let alone to a pretty face. So I go along, and pray I don't find myself in trouble.

I never thought I'd find myself hanging out with Gary Smith. This boy has trouble written all over him. But one day out of the blue he approached me, asking for help on his school work. Next thing you know we were out in the town buying spray paint to vandalize the buildings around town. Of course, I objected. But did Gary listen? No. He convinced me to go along. We almost were caught as well, and I swore not to hang around that boy anymore. But one thing led to another and now he's always dragging me along on his adventures. I wish he would stay on his meds. Maybe that would improve his behaviour.

So today was like any other day, I was on my way out of the school building after the day was done and Gary approached me.

"Y/n! Great to see you! I need your help with something." He said, grabbing my arm and dragging me with him. I stumbled along, trying not to drop my things, because if I did, Gary wasn't going to stop walking. Those things would not be seen ever again.

We were approaching the boys dorm and I hesitated.

"Am I allowed in there?" I asked, gesturing to the door. He'd never taken me in there before. Usually we met outside of the dorm. He paused, confusion spread on his face. He looked from the dorm to me.

"Who cares? Theres no monitor." Gary said, as if it was common sense. I halted, pulling back on his arm. He looked to me again, this time pleading, "y/n, please, just come inside just once- no one's going to report you." He stared into my eyes, searching for some sort of agreement.

I sighed deeply. "Whatever." He latched back onto my arm and I followed him into the dorm.

I had barely any time to observe my surroundings before I was dragged into a dorm room. My anger faded as he closed the door. Now I was just nervous. My heart rate sped up and my stomach dropped. He doesn't like me in that way. Just calm down before he notices.

And I guessed he didn't notice as he started to pace- which was normal for Gary. He did it whenever he was thinking through something. That kid could not sit still. I kept back near the closed door, feeling wildly out of place. In this dorm, and especially in Gary's room. The smell of his cologne or whatever he wore was even stronger in his room, and I tried not to let my mind wander. But goddamn did it smell good.

I needed to stop, this was Gary Smith after all. Not someone you want to develop feelings for. But honestly, it was too late.

"I need to do something, but what? We need to shove it in those townies faces who's boss, yknow?" He asked, turning to me, his hands outstreched. Without waiting for a response, he continued, "God do I hate them! What if we- no. Maybe? Not good enough. Eggs? Definitley not. Too simple. Too easy to clean. But what..?" He tapped his chin.