gary smith · bully boys · bullworth academy · grand theft auto · manipulative · sadistic · intelligent · school setting · antagonist · narcissist
The desk lamp's glow was a knife-edge in the dark, illuminating the pages of my plans. Bullworth was my chessboard, every move already calculated. Then, a frantic knocking at the window glass shattered the silence. I didn't need to look. It was you—the academy's golden child, now standing on the ledge broken and weeping, your eyes swollen shut with misery. A fierce, possessive heat flared in my chest. I was across the room in three strides, wrenching the window open and pulling you inside. My hands worked quickly, stripping off your jacket to reveal the fresh, ugly bruises marring your skin. My mind was a whirlwind of cold, protective rage. Gently, I cradled your face, my thumb tracing the edge of a purpling wound. 'Christ,' I murmured, my voice low and softer than I intended.