Beat down for love

Well this is just something I did while bored, nothing serious or anything- just was inspired to write after I played Bully again. I like Pete and Jimmy and the Bully section is way neglected D: This is a completed story but I'm going to separate it into chapters for easier reading. I hope you enjoy!

Jimmy heard a soft pain filled groan from the couch and blinked- he had only come in for a pop not to get involved in someone else’s crap. But that groan sounded way too familiar to be ignored. Walking over to the old couch as he cracked open his pop, Jimmy looked down to see a rather worse for wear Pete- he would of had had to have been pretty bad off unless Pete was dragged off by either himself or Gary or sick he never missed class.

Jimmy leaned against the back of the couch and took a slug of his drink “You okay man?” he asked, Pete opened his eyes “Oh… Jimmy hey” he mumbled, “Yeah, I’m okay” he was obviously lying. “Right, I’m convinced” he walked around and slapped his leg making Pete wince as he sat up. “Why aren’t you in you in class then?” he asked taking another drink as he lounged back.

Pete looked away “Just didn’t feel like going today” he shrugged, Jimmy rolled his eyes “Whatever” he scratched his jaw and ran his hand over his buzz cut hair. They sat in silence, it was driving Pete nuts, he needed to lie down- his back and stomach were killing him. “J-Jimmy I- I gotta go, uhm…”

“What the hell man you avoiding me or something?” he asked, Pete shook his head but that only made his headache worse “No- no it’s nothing like that Jimmy… It’s just… Well I gotta go to my room” he said standing up slowly and painfully, his body was shaking and that didn’t escape Jimmy’s watchful eye. “I-I’ll see you later man” he said walking as quickly as he could out of the room and down the hall when Jimmy heard his door close he stood up.

What the fucking hell was wrong with him? He finished his pop and threw it in the trash can walking down the hall way to Pete’s room, he tested the door and surprisingly it was unlocked- either Pete was that forgetful or he really trusted Jimmy. He tried to push the thought away but he both hoped it was and wasn’t the second. The idea of Pete trusting him made his belly do flips, the fact that he was about to betray that trust made him feel like there was a rock in the bottom of said belly.

He opened the door and saw a shirtless Pete with a heating pad on his shoulder, Jimmy inhaled “What the hell happened to you!?” he asked running his eyes over the slender man’s body. He was covered in bruises, deep purple and blues covered his shoulders and arm, his lower back and wrapped around to his stomach and a little bit of his chest. He hadn’t really paid attention before but even his face looked a bit bruised not nearly as bad as his torso but still it made Jimmy see red.

“Jimmy!” he yelled covering himself as best he could, his cheeks turning a deep red but Jimmy ignored that and pushed his hands away “Who did this to you Pete?” he asked, this school was hell sure- but people rarely did this bad of damage, he was lucky he didn’t have a broken rib it looked so bad.

“N-No one” he mumbled, “Yeah you threw your self down the stairs repeatedly, I’m fucking convinced, now who did it!?” he asked. “Jimmy it won’t solve anything if I did tell you, h-he’s just… He’ll just make your life even more of a living hell” he mumbled.
It barely took a moment for him to look up in realization “Fucking GARY?” he growled making Pete groan “Jimmy please!” he grabbed him and Jimmy pushed him off making him stumble backwards with a pained cry, Jimmy stopped and looked at him- he felt like shit… “Dude… Shit I’m sorry” he gently pulled him forward by his hand and bent down to pick up the fallen heating pad he placed it gently back on his shoulder “Sit, and rest.” He said, “Jimmy…” he said pitifully.

“Pete, no one fucks with you like that! You’re lucky you don’t have a broken rib or something!” he frowned “Stay here, I’ll be back in a bit with some of those wrap things, you’ll need them…” he mumbled looking at him frowning- Pete was just way to fucking sweet and small- it felt sickening to know that Gary had done this. That was weird to begin with, he always thought all that homophobic bravado was a hiding that he really liked Pete and here he beat the shit out of him- what the hell.

Pete just nodded and watched him leave, the warm pad was loosening his muscles and he laid back to ease the pressure of his stomach and lower back, he felt- well surprised, honored and scared that Jimmy wanted to get back at Gary for doing this. Why did he care so suddenly?

His mind abandoned that thought- he had always cared in his… Own demented sort of way.

He felt himself slipping off to sleep, he was tired and in pain. He didn’t want to go to the nurse in case he ran into any bullies or God forbid- Gary. He couldn’t take another beating right now. But he wished he had some sort of pain killer- there wasn’t a part on him that didn’t hurt.


“GARY” Jimmy yelled stopping the boy in his tracks, it drove him up the wall that he had been allowed back in school- but was still doing constant detentions which the staff loved but was driving Gary nuts himself.

“Oh, hello Jimmy-boy.” He smiled, “To what do I owe this great pleasure?” he said smirking.

“You know what I’m doing here” he glared, “Why the hell did you beat up Pete?” he growled.

“Oh… Petey, Petey, Petey.” He clicked his tongue “He smarted off, wouldn’t do what I asked, threatened me… I had to put him in his place” he shrugged smiling. “You son of a…”

“Now, now Jimmy- no need for foul language” he smirked. “Petey got what he had coming, who does he think he is to treat me in such a way!?” he asked looking appropriately like the aggravated psychopath he was.

Jimmy glared at him “Gary you push shit way too far” he snapped.