Finally, now that the chaotic hell of life that used to be he, himself, (Jimmy Hopkins) was over, he could finally fly away into a world that, perhaps, made him feel more like he belonged...like Heaven. He awoke to the sight of some very husky policeman looking over him as if he'd never seen a dead body before. Ever so rudely ignoring the man, Jimmy rose from the blood-stained pavement that was his final resting place before his untimely death. He then turned and looked down at what used to be his Earth body.
The fall from the Gym Pool building caused the back of his head to bust completely open...open enough to see that the back of his skull was cracked (as the same large man turned over the body) and his spine was practically separated from the upper, which also meant that inside his cracked skull was a ripped medulla. Pretty much saying: The fall fucked him up so much that he croaked. But Jimmy could care less about his Earth body's current condition. All that he cared about now was the bittersweet satisfaction of knowing that he was finally free.
It just goes to show that whenever the losers from various suicide programs visit schools and go on and on about how suicide isn't the answer, or as Bullworth was, suicide WAS the answer, Jimmy managed to somehow agree with the bastards that preached about how bad the students were. Either way it went, it isn't like anybody would miss him. Russell hardly even remembered half the shit that had ever happened to him. Every single one of his ex-girlfriends have already either made out or fucked half the school...so of course they wouldn't care.
Not even his own mother would waste her precious time, that could be spent seducing older men that just happened to be rich and use them until they hit the alter just so she could file for divorce a couple of months, or maybe even a year if the poor old and horny bastards were THAT lucky, within the marriage so she could get next to all of what they own than brooding over her suicidal son that-OOPS! is DEAD. Even the love of his life, the one person that he cared enough about to run a million miles for, would be better off without him. With this thought, he turned his focus to the crowd of students and prefects anxiously watching the policeman cleanup the place and dispose of the body. They were all, of course, chattering like a bunch of frantic crickets.
They all seemed shocked and scared, surprisingly. Not that the feeling would remain, they didn't even like him, they only pretended that they liked him because he kicked their asses and they feared that he'd do it again. The sight of the useless idiots started to bore him until, finally, he caught sight of the one person that he ever really saw as his "other half". Moving slowly, very slowly, almost as if he'd been petrified for some time and was just now finding use in his muscles, was a shock-ridden Peter Kowaski.
Now there's a few things about things about this fic that I need to explain before continuing on. First of all, this fic isn't finished. You those fics you post but never seem to finish? This was one of them, but now I'm planning to continue it. I got like eight chapters written/published on bully bl, so while I post the chapters each day on here, I'll continue writing more chapters for it. Another thing, this is one of those fics that doesn't have TOO much of the main pairing, but still has it. Since this is a Jimmy/Petey fic, there's definately parts about them, it's just not that much...so far. I might add some more detail later. And finally...there may be a few OCs later. And when I say "OC", I don't mean the ones that have no relations to any of the characters. There's going to be some weird time skips and the OCs will more than likely be related to actual characters in some way...and this pertains to my one idea that I explained in my final notes for W.S.O.T.T.O.H. *flashes an evil grin* Muahahahahaha!