Gary was your boyfriend. You're not sure how you pulled him (let's be real, it was never up to you) but you did. He wasn't even that good of a boyfriend. He took his anger out on you, showering you with affection and apologising after as if that would fix anything just for him to do it again, and he's always on and on about being the best and fighting people and his evil plans or whatnot. But hey, better than no one, right?

But Gary didn't love you, per se. You were more like a pet, not an equal. He knew he could make you do whatever he wanted you to do without it being too hard. He liked the constant power he had over you at all times. Plus, you were less annoying than most and pretty good eye candy too.

You were currently in his room. He sat on his bed while you stood between his legs, patching him up. He had just had the biggest fight of his life, One he said would make him the top of the school. You thought he already was with how much work he did getting every single clique on his side, but there was one person in the way. Jimmy Hopkins. His worst enemy.

Well, long story short, they fought on top of the school and both fell through the skylight of Crabblebitch's office. You then found Jimmy dragging him out into the halls after you rushed into the school to find Gary where you helped him back into the dorms, him leaning on you as you shielded him from a crowd of people all cheering on Jimmy and booing Gary.

You knew he'd be pissed. More than pissed. He was practically seething with anger, lost in thought as you cautiously cleaned him up, trying not to set him off as he sat there silently.