AU:

Hey, I'm back. I decided to go ahead and post the second chapter, and another fair warning, I'm derpy. Once I am finished with the entire story, I will go back over and edit it, add more detail, better explain, etc. Anyway, this chapter takes place on Halloween and I didn't go into much detail about the entire evening. I'm sorry about that ^ ^' but like I said, once I finish I will go through and edit each chapter. Well, here you are. Enjoy :D

Chapter 2: The Nazi and the Bunny

After almost a month of attending Bullworth Academy, fleeing prefects and other large antagonists, and putting up with Gary's constant verbal torture, Halloween rolls around. Ah, Halloween; the one day every year where children dress up as monsters to hide their identity, running around and filling up pillow cases with teeth rotting sweets. Teenagers on the other hand, dress up and throw outrageous parties as well as playing dreadfully hysterical pranks on their peers, running around in utter chaos. Yet, as much as I love Halloween, I had decided that this year I would elude the other students and just rest in my room to avoid the havoc that was going to be like a hurricane outside. The staff was entertaining (I use the word entertaining loosely) the prefects at a faculty only Halloween party, so every student was running around like demons in the night. But alas, I had that subconscious itch in the back of my mind again, and I knew that I wasn't going to be staying in my room that night.

Around 8:30, Gary entered the room wearing a black Nazi officer's uniform, a dark and mischievous look in his eyes as he tosses a large pink bunny suit in my lap before giving me an order to put it on. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm not wearing that." I say as I stare at the costume, my face a bored and slightly flushed expression. He grins evilly, his eyes glinting in the dim lamplight. "Yes you will, otherwise I'll put it on you for you." He says, smacking his black baton in his palm. I pause briefly before sighing in defeat, unzipping the suit and stepping inside before pulling it over my grey sweat pants and school shirt. I don't like people touching me and Gary knows that, along with that I know from experience that Gary always follows through with his threats, under any circumstance.

I've heard things about Gary from the other students, whispers spoken slightly too loud in the hallway. Few have said that he is a sadistic sociopath that has to take daily medication to keep his tendencies at bay, and I have heard everyone say that he is just a ticking time bomb. When he let Russell knock me out before he miraculously saved me from my attacker, I figured he had some problems. I know he is sadistic, but that was no surprise to me and the socialism wasn't much of a shock either. I could see it in his deep troubled eyes when I first met him in the doorway. Gary is also very manipulative and cunning, and he is insanely smart, but only will accomplish anything if he concentrates. As he told me previously, he suffers from ADD and when he skips taking his meds, (which is quite often) he is all over the place. Sometimes, he'll stay out past curfew and will come back in the wee hours of the morning, and he is so hyper I can't sleep.

When I bring up the topic of him, he stays reserved and will twist the question and direct it at me, but when talking about me he has a field day. Lately his favorite topic was my sexuality. He will ask me many personal questions about which sex I prefer. I usually just ignore him, but sometimes he just pushes me over the boiling point. We almost got in a fist fight Thursday when he concluded that I didn't enjoy being touched because if I were I would become sexually aroused, and he convinced Trent to find out. Trent was bisexual, and the only thing that stopped me from beating the ever living shit out of Gary right then and there was Trent stroking my hip and whispering in my ear. Instead, Trent got the hell beat out of him. Next time though, nothing will stand in my way.

After I pulled the hood over and zipped up the suit, I turned to him. "Now what do you want to do?" I asked in a slightly annoyed voice. "Now, we go out and have a little fun." Gary says before opening the door and walking out, me slowly following behind him before closing the door. I was intrigued at what Gary called 'fun'.

Later that evening, around midnight, Gary had had his satisfying amount of playing devious pranks on the students and watching their pain, we were outside by the old, broken down school bus that was in the school parking lot. I leaned against the rusted yellow metal of the vehicle and watched as Gary did the same, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his costume jacket before withdrawing one and tilting the pack over to me as he offered me one. I take one of the cancer sticks, putting it up to my lips as I waited for Gary to light the tobacco before he puffed it and handed me the silver zippo. I drag in, cupping the flame with my hand from the early November wind before shutting the lid and handing the lighter back to Gary.

"I didn't know you smoked." I said as I released the smoke from my mouth. "I didn't know you smoked either." He retorts, not answering my question as he continues to inhale from the filter. I shrug and stay in silence as I continued with my cigarette, but that quiet was soon broken by the older boy. "Did you wear your lacy pink panties to match the bunny suit?" That was it. I snapped, flinging my fist over and nailing him in the cheek. The cigarette fell from his lips and landed forgotten on the pavement as he stumbles back considerably before a deep growl escapes his throat as he leaps on top of me, tackling me to the ground. He straddles me before he punches me in the gut with his fist, my mouth opening wide in a pained groan as one more connects with my abdomen and the last blow was on my jaw. The power of the last sock knocked my face back against the pavement, the pink hood to the costume falling off of my head and the force of it rendered me breathless. I brought my leg up before kneeing him in the crotch, his body doubling over off of me and onto the ground. I quickly stand up, my right eye squeezed shut as I connected my foot with his gut a few times, Gary coughing and spitting on the pavement before he pulled me back onto the ground by my ankle. When my body thumped against the pavement, I released an "oof" and coughed as I tried to regain my lost breath before Gary scrambled back onto my lap, bringing his arm back to deliver the game winning blow to my face. I screwed my eyes shut, anticipating the knock-back, but it never came.

"You two stop that right now!" shouted a prefect that had ran up and yanked Gary off of me, his flashlight clasped in his other hand before he stuck it in his coat pocket. He jerked me up off of the ground before letting us both go with a shove. "Halloween is over now so you better stop acting like animals and get back into your dorms or I'll take you both into the principal's office." The prefect warns treacherously, his eyes glaring at us both harshly. Gary gives me a smug look after we turned away from the prefect and had begun walking back to the boy's dorm, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips as the prefect flicked on his flashlight and began to venture in the opposite direction from us and towards the football field.

"Wow, I actually got to touch you." He says to me once we got back into the dorm room, a crooked smile on his face as he unbuttons the buttons on his costume. I shake my head, sighing softly. "Fighting is different. I can fight all I want and that doesn't bother me nearly as much." I say before reaching back to undo the suit, my fingers not reaching the zipper. Grunting softly, I feel another set of long, warm fingers on top of mine. The touch made me jerk my hands away and I swear I heard Gary smirk over the sound of the teeth separating down my back as he drags it unzipped at an agonizingly slow pace. Once he's done, I shrug off the suit and it falls to the ground, pooling around my feet, but before I could step out of the ridiculous costume, the sensation of warmth fills me as Gary's heated breath wisps into my ear. "You never answered my question…Are you indeed wearing the panties I found?" I close my eyes for a brief moment as a shiver courses up my spine before I step away from him and out of the fluffy pink bunny suit. What is he trying to do? I kick the outfit away from my feet as I walk over to my bed before lying on it, wincing when my battered body hits the sheets. He observes me with a raised brow and his crooked smile. "So you are wearing them." "I never said that." I answer quickly, my cheeks barely dusting a light pink. "I told you they were my girlfriends." I say as I glare at him. He will never give a break, will he? "Prove it." He returns, crossing his arms across his chest. "Look in my drawer." My breath catches slightly as he chuckles softly. "No. Show me what underwear you're wearing." What? My heart pounds harder in my chest, my laugh sounding nervous in my own ears. "I told you they were in the drawer. Look if you don't believe me." I may not be wearing the pink, laced up panties, but I don't exactly have the regular male anatomy. Gary would notice, I mean I'm feminine enough already. My ass is more of a rounded, apple shape and my hips are more curved and shapely than normal guys; that's a dead giveaway. "Show me what underwear you're wearing." He orders again and I roll my eyes as I reach down and show him the dark blue band of my boxer-briefs. "Sated?" "No, but it will do." He says with a smirk as he lies on his bed, now fully striped of his costume with loose flannel pants and a white pajama shirt on. He leans over and flicks off the lamp before I pull the covers up my body with him doing the same from across the room. Why did he want to see me without my pants on? I ponder silently as I laid there, my eyes closed tiredly. Maybe he's gay… My shining honey irises pop open to stare in the dark as my mind does a double take. The thought spreads throughout my mind like wildfire, plausible evidence and past exchanges building to my new and surprising hypothesis. Gary Smith; one of the most feared teenagers in this joint, sadistic sociopath who loves to watch everyone else suffer, and a genius with an IQ of almost 200, gay?