This one is a little more realistic than my others, but still not fully realistic... Gary kinda of turns a little OutOfCharacter, but I think I got a good grasp on a medicated Gary...
The name of Millie Driver was created when watching Gross Point Blank with Millie Driver in it... I like her as an actress... Makes me laugh in all her movies. ^^
There will be a time when things get just a mite graphic and such, like Gary spies upon a naked Millie, or some violent things... I really tried to describe more in this one, so I hope you notice the difference between this one and the other ones... Also, it's pretty First Person throughout it... It switches to Gary either once or twice due to necessity of certain scenes... I apologize for that... I really try not to do the Main Male Character's point of view, due to how corny and crappy it could get, but again... It was absolutely necessary.
Also. I tried my damnedest to make Millie a non Mary-Sue... I'm not entirely sure if I succeeded, but hey! It might be worth the read if you don't mind it... I also tried not to get cliche with the music in the beginning, but both popped up when I was writing so they got put in.
Lastly, I do hope you enjoy this story. Give me feedback as long as it's constructive, polite, and courteous. I don't bash your work, so don't bash mine. Enjoy! - Scitah
Let The Drummer Kick by Citizen Cope hummed through my headphones as I sat on the stairs leading into the Main Building at Bullworth Academy.
My name is Millie Driver, I'm 17, antisocial, and very alone here.
Not many people know I exist… Not even Mandy knows I go here, which is… A very bad thing, that I'm so insignificant that she doesn't bother.
That, or I'm too easy a target, but when has that honestly been the reason?!
I leaned against the stairs behind me and stared up at the sky. It was noon. Lunch time. I wouldn't be caught dead eating the food inside, so I often grabbed a fruit and left!
Sometimes, when I handed in my work, the teacher's would ask who I was, as if they really cared.
Any ways. I moved here last year, when Gary and Jimmy had their tiff over the school and everything… I had friends back at my old school, which was a hell of a lot better than this shit hole!
But here…
Here I was invisible… And I guess you can say that being such attracted some one's attention that I honestly would never have wanted in the first place.
A boy sat next to me, darker skin, brown hair buzzed to just above his ears, then about 2 to 3 inches on the top of his head, neatly combed aside in an unruly manner.
As he glanced at me, I saw angry thick eye brows and hardened yet curious and teasing dark brown eyes, a scar running over his right eye.
Turning the volume down, I sat up and went to get up when he cleared his throat, "You're not new, then."
I turned my head towards him, confused as to why he said that, of all things to say to me.
He smirked lightly, "You know who I am, don't you?"
I frowned and nodded once.
"Who are you?" He asked, grinning strangely.
I sighed, rolled my eyes and turned to walk away, "Your name is Millie Driver, right?" he stated more than asked.
I froze in mid step and glanced down to the side, but didn't look back at him.
He stood, I knew because I could hear it over the soft end of the song, "How come no one else knows you?"
I resisted another eye roll and shook my head with a weak, uncaring shrug.
He stepped down to where I was and draped an arm over my shoulders, "Its alright. I know you, you know me… What more could I want?"
"I don't want trouble." I finally spoke which drew this surprised yet amused smirk to Gary's mouth.
"You think I wanted trouble?"
I lightly snorted, "Trouble is what you are, no matter what you try to do."
"My, my… You certainly have great tact, my friend." All Good Things by Nelly Fertado popped onto my Player right as he spoke.
"I highly doubt you'd get insulted by what I would say…" I said, removing his arm from across my shoulders, shivering slightly, "Why are you even talking to me?"
He took a step away from me, "I need some one to talk to, is all."
"Find a mirror. It won't argue with you, nor say things, but it will listen…" I blinked at him.
He laughed, "Quick tongue… No wonder you don't talk to people!"
"You've got it wrong. People don't talk to me." I frowned.
"I see that." he snorted, looking me over.
I scowled at him and moved to go up the stairs to get to class, bell would ring in a few minutes.
"Hey! Come on! I was just using the same tact you were!" He called jokingly.
"You came to me, remember? I will be just fine without you hanging onto my shoulder. I'm used to being ignored… You're not. Welcome to my field, Gary." and I continued quickly into the school.
I quickly ran for the hall to my right and ducked behind the wall.
As I was safely hidden, the doors burst open and Gary called, "Hey, wait a minute!" only to realize he didn't know where I was.
He sounded a little unhappy with what I had said to him, but I honestly didn't care.
I sighed happily as he left and waited until I couldn't hear his foot steps any more! He went upstairs any ways.
Stepping away from the wall, I went off to class, sitting in my seat, thoroughly ignored and thanking God for that fact.
After classes, I went towards the gym to go have a swim, which was probably the best thing I could do, when a hand grabbed my shoulder.
I jumped slightly and glanced back.
It was Gary again, "We never finished our discussion, Millie."
"As if either of us cared!" I scoffed and slapped his hand from my shoulder and headed towards the gym.
They locked the pool doors now-a-days, so I had to go through the basketball court!
Heading down to the locker room, I quickly changed, constantly glancing over my shoulder, locked my things up in three different lockers, ducked under the showers, grabbed two towels, since most of the girls didn't do swimming any ways, and headed off to swim.
Climbing onto the diving board, I calmed myself, clearing my head of everything, then performed one of my perfect dives, jetting under the water and swimming fast towards the other side.
I turned under water, kicking off the wall with my feet and swimming as fast as I could to the other side.
I guess you could say, swimming was my 'drug' and it helped me forget about everything that was going on in my life.
After a good hour of swimming, I surfaced fully, just wanted to float in the water.
That is, until I heard clapping from the stands!
Glancing over, I was not surprised to see Gary standing there, "You're good!"
I sighed and swam to the ladder, climbing out as he approached me, "What do you want from me, Gary?"
-Gary's Point of View-
I handed her the two towels she had set aside for herself and smirked at her ridiculous question, "Like I told you a while ago; We never finished our talk."
She scoffed and took one towel, flipping her hair and wrapping it in the towel before standing straight again and snatching the second towel to dry off and wrap around her muscled body.
I should take up swimming… It obviously does a body good! I thought.
"There is nothing to talk about, Gary. There are a dozen new students this year for you to bother." She muttered, walking towards the locker rooms.
I followed, pocketing my hands, "Sure, but how many of them swim like you do?" I smirked.
I practically felt her eyes roll, "That is not the reason."
"How would you know?" I asked smartly, leaning against the door way to the girls locker room.
"Oh, please. Your lies and tricks may have worked on other people, but they absolutely will not work on me. So, just spit it out already." She called, turning to wait for my answer before stepping into the showers.
A chuckle escaped my throat, "Maybe I like you."
A look of shock crossed her face, and I must admit, I was a little shocked myself that I said something like that…
She then shook her head, "Don't bother lying to me." and she stepped into the showers.
I blinked, she was damn hard to talk to… I was hoping she'd start actually talking to me with that previous line I had been saving for a more dire situation, but I'd have to run with it… Oh well. An Ace thrown back to the dealer, I guess.
As she showered, I couldn't help but lean over a bit to catch a glimpse of her body.
She was turned away from my sight, so I caught a glimpse of her supple ass and athletically curved back, thicker than your average girls' thighs, tones calf's, slender ankles…
Her often pageboy cut hair reached a little further when wet…
I watched as white suds washed quickly from her hair and streamed down her back with the water, slowing as it fell from her ass and slithered down her legs to the floor and soon after, the drain.
I had never actually peaked into the girl's locker room shower and I believe I was going to return again.
The meds I was on must have caused the visions of my joining Millie in the shower, because I almost fled the scene.
I caught my breath and crossed my arms, frowning at the disgusting tiles.
More time must have passed without my noticing as the shower stopped and she stepped out, wrapped in a towel.
My eyes drifted quickly to hers.
Her eyes were a shiny silver-ish green… She must be a vegan!
There was surprise and suspicion in those eyes, "Ah, you're out. Now we can talk." I smirked.
Both the suspicion and surprise disappeared to a droll look of disdain, "Speak." she growled and went to her locker, which was hidden from the doorway.
Time for a show, I guess…
-Millie's Point of View-
I unlocked the locker with my undergarments in it and dried off quickly.
"Why is it so hard to believe that I might like you?" Gary's voice echoed in the practically empty locker room.
"Because you're Gary Smith. You like no one but yourself." I scoffed, going to the next locker for my shirt, tie, and jacket. It was Fall, almost Winter.
"I have been taking my meds, seeing as how I can't get out of that situation, you know. I mean, if I didn't, why would I still be here?" He asked, muttering to himself, almost, at first.
"Because I'm the only person left to talk to for you." I rolled my eyes.
"You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?" he asked, and I could feel the amusement in his tone.
I frowned and peaked out at him.
He was smirking and watching me.
"How would you know?" I asked.
A shrug was the response I got so I shook my head and went to the third locker to grab my skirt, socks, shoes, and other belongings.
Putting those on, I went over to the drier and used that and one of the towels to dry my hair.
I was trying to ignore him, but it was extremely weird that he kept watching me.
I was bent over, shaking the towel through my hair and Gary's head was tilted slightly.
With half way to dry hair, I let the drier shut off and tossed the towels and suit in their appropriate bins as I said, "You don't have to pretend that you like me, Gary. Just tell me what you want and that'll be the end of it."
He chuckled, "Why is it that damn hard to believe that I-"
I placed a hand over his mouth, ready to leave, "Stop pimping that to me. It's obvious that I don't believe you, Gary. It is also obvious as to why. What is not obvious is why me? There are more popular girls, more new girls, and more mediocre girls than myself that you could bother."
He pulled my hand down, "So?"
"So! Go bother them!" and I walked away.
He didn't follow me this time, but the next day, he sat with me on the stairs.
We would pretty much have the same argument for the next three days, and on the fourth, I gave up on asking and stayed quiet.
I let him do all to most of the talking. It was about random things at first. Like school sports or curriculum. Or, Edna's cooking, or one of the teachers, or even the other students and how disturbed they were.
Winter soon came and we resorted to heading down to the basement, walking around the labyrinth of concrete in gray and lighter gray.
By the time Spring rolled around, Gary began asking very pointed questions about my life, like, where I went to school before Bullworth? Why was I in Bullworth? If I had siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, or parents?
I would answer and look to him to answer the same question.
During Spring, he joined me in the pool and I'd teach him how to dive properly, how to breath, different swimming types…
Gary actually had never bothered to learn exactly how to swim, so, at first he stayed close to the walls.
He almost drowned once because I called him a girly-girl for being so scared, and I had to save him.
When I pulled him up, he clung to me, sputtering and spitting the water out.
We never spoke of the incident again…
To this day, I don't know why he didn't choke out a CPR joke, or something. But, whatever.
Summer was fast approaching, and I had to hand it to Gary. He actually was a very smart person.
In a trade for swimming lessons, he tutored me in all my lacking subjects, which was about all of them.
My grades improved, and he learned to swim. Fair trade, I guess.
May rolled around and every one became very antsy to get out of school…
Even the Nerds began neglecting their studies!
I guess having Gary in school this year really wore down every one's defenses… Especially mine.
I had found that over the year, I had come to consider Gary Smith a close friend of mine.
Sure, he was an ass and had one hell of a mouth on him, with the help of his medication, he seemed to calm down a bit.
He once said that he had like a mental disorder and ADHD or something… Well, actually…
He said that he was diagnosed wrongly with those things and that his meds made him an idiot like every one else or something to that degree.
Any ways, Gary and I were sitting on the stairs during lunch on Tuesday, alone together, as was usual, when the doors behind us opened and we both turned, a headphone in his ear as the other was in mine.
Standing there was Jimmy who walked over and yanked the headphones from our ears with a growl.
I jumped a little and rubbed my ear, "Ow…"
"Shut up! I know you two are up to something! What is it? No one knows anything about your plans, Smith, but I know that you have them." Jimmy barked.
I frowned up at Jimmy, then looked at Gary who rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about, James."
"Like hell you don't!" Jimmy shouted, kicking Gary in the back and sending him tumbling down the stairs.
I gaped. I really shouldn't have been surprised, but I was.
"What the fuck is your problem!?" I shouted at Jimmy then rushed down to Gary who groaned before slowly getting to his knees.
I crouched by Gary and grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet, "Are you alright?"
He nodded, "I'm fine, Mill."
I scoffed, "Yeah, and I'm a fucking Alien!"
He chuckled at that.
"Oh, my God! You two are fucking ridiculous!" Jimmy shouted, descending down the stairs towards us.
Reaching into my shoulder bag, I pulled out a switch blade and pointed it at Jimmy, backing up against Gary while putting myself between them. "Leave us alone, Jimmy."
Jimmy stopped walking, "You wanna fight me? Are you high, little girl?"
"I'm taller than you are, dumb ass… Stairs don't make you miraculously taller." I retorted, feeling Gary shake with quiet laughter against my back.
Feeling him behind me gave me shivers.
"You gonna let her do all the talking, Smith?" Jimmy growled, looking at Gary.
"Why not? She seems to be doing quite well if I do say so myself!" Gary stated, hands now resting on my arms just below my shoulders, head next to mine.
Jimmy shook his head and looked back at me, "Do you even know how to use that?"
"That's like me asking you if you're an idiot, Jimmy. The answer is obviously 'yes'!" I scowled at him.
Jimmy stood there, glaring at me and Gary, giving me a chance to hear the ramblings of one of the Prefects walking around the school building.
I put the blade away and took a deep breath.
Both Gary and Jimmy looked at me in shock in that one second, not knowing what the hell I was doing until I finally did it.
I screamed, "OH, MY GOD! DON'T HURT US! NO!"
I was surprised at the fright and terror that flowed from my screams.
I smirked at Jimmy as he stared in awe at me, Gary waving down which ever Prefect was coming closer and pointing towards Jimmy.
"EVIL DOER! HALT!" shouted the Prefect, causing Jimmy to turn in time to be tackled to the stairs then rolling down them only to end up under the Prefect.
I grabbed Gary's hand and ran for the Main Gates, running into two of the other Prefects and pointing at the still scuffling Jimmy and Prefect, "Hopkins' gone mad! He tried to kill Gary and rape me!"
That was all the information the two needed and they rushed over to help their fellow Prefect beat the snot out of Jimmy.
Yanking Gary off again, I took him to the beach, hidden from spying eyes and nosey parkers.
I sighed a little and plopped down on the sun warmed sand after letting go of Gary's hand.
He soon joined me as we looked at the town, the glittering of moving cars, moving water, and the opening and closing of windowed doors.
We pretty much sat there the rest of the afternoon in silence.
We just stared until the sun set.
It was probably around 8pm by the time we headed back to the Academy.
He walked me to the Girl's Dorm, everyone was probably still at the game down on the field…
"I suppose I should thank you, Millie." Gary stated, no hints at anything in his voice.
I snorted lightly, "Don't."
He gave me that questioning gaze, tilting his head as I turned to look at him.
"Don't thank me unless you mean it." I said boldly.
"Of course I mean it. I know that Jimmy's a real good fighter," He glanced down in disgust at his words, "I can't believe I said that…"
I chuckled, "You don't get points for common knowledge, Gary."
He scoffed at me, "What do you want as proof as my thanks?"
I smirked, "Think about it… Get back to me when you have an idea, hm?"
He pursed his lips together in slight thought as I turned and headed for the door.
Right when my hand touched the doorknob, my world spun until my back hit the door and a pair of lips fastened over my own.
I stared wide eyed at Gary's closed lids in utter shock and awe, but it quickly passed and my arms found their way around his neck.
My eyes slid shut and my mouth pressed back in return to Gary's kiss.
When his mouth parted from mine, neither of us released the other for a moment, eyes shut and breath fast.
"Thank you." he finally whispered.
I pressed my forehead to his, "You're welcome."
The next day seemed as if the previous never happened, but by the end of the week, Gary grew a 'pair' and asked that burning question.
I didn't realize how much I had been wanting him to ask until the wide grin grew across my face and butterflies flew rampant in my gut!
I, of course, agreed, and that weekend, we took a trip to the Movies!
We ended up sneaking into the other two movies after watching the first. That was a good five to six hours of us joking around and talking rather loudly.
We were very juvenile, I must admit.
Any ways. It was nice, so I agreed to a second date, and soon a third.
We dated over summer, both working at the public library with one another.
It was nice. No. Fantastic!
Our time together was the light of my life and as our Senior year soon came, I began to feel this big feeling of dread dead center of my chest.
I was afraid to tell Gary, who, over the years I've known him, took his meds and was getting better, more sociable, because I figured everything was a lie. A plot to make me like him…
A ploy for me to fall in love.
I couldn't bare the idea and kept it quiet. We still hung out during lunch, still swam together, still studied together, and still dated religiously, but the closer graduation got, the more this dread and fear ate at me.
Winter of Senior year soon passed and I couldn't take it any more! "Gary?"
We were in the library after class, seeing as how some big tests were only a week away, and he looked up at me from his advance biology book, exactly like my own, "What is it?"
I glanced down, "You're happy with me, right?"
He frowned, quickly becoming curious and suspicious, "Of course."
"I'm not part of some plan that you've been working on over the years, am I?" I asked, looking up at him.
I think I either really angered him or really confused him, because the look he gave me was just strange.
"Uh… No." He blinked a little, glancing down at my hands that writhed together on top of my open book, pencil trapped between them. "Why?"
"Well… I've got this… Really bad feeling that something really horrible is going to happen… I had this feeling before I moved with my mom to Bullworth… I've had it since the end of summer…" I admitted weakly.
Gary set his pencil down and reached across the table, grabbing my pencil from my intertwined hands and set it next to my books.
His hands then found a way to unknot my fingers and he held my hands firmly, looking me square in the eyes, "Nothing bad will happen, Millie."
I nodded, sucking my lips into my mouth before taking a deep breath, "I just want you to know, before this hypothetical bad thing happens that I…" I blanked a bit, unsure if I really should say it. Two years of dating and we never admitted to Love.
His head dipped slightly, "You what?"
"…" I was so terrified that he wouldn't love me back, that he would laugh in my face, that I couldn't say it… "It's nothing." I smiled weakly, wishing to crawl into my own skin and die right there.
How could I be such a coward?! It was obvious he loved me back, or why else would he still be with me?
Because I'm the only person who has let Gary live down that horrid reputation and start anew in my books.
Not even the teachers had forgiven him yet!
Perhaps that human need for human compassion has turned into love? Maybe I'm just that lucky? Perhaps it's his luck?
His luck!? To be stuck to me?! ME?! Who the hell was I fooling?
I was no one. He was the first person, other than a teacher, to actually notice me!
And the only reason he did, was because no one else would give him the time of day.
"Are you alright, Millie?" Gary asked, sounding quite concerned as his hands squeezed mine.