AN: I don't own Bully or it's characters. Also, yay! Gord and Jimmy are basically my OTP so I'm excited to write this! I hope you enjoy and if you do why not leave a review?

Jimmy Hopkins sighed heavily. Math class was so boring, and he had better things to do. He could be knocking the shit out of some Preppies down at the Glass Jaw Boxing Club right now if it hadn't been for the stupid Prefect that had caught him just as he was leaving the gates. His math grades didn't concern him much. When was he going to use algebraic formulas when he left school anyway? As far as he could tell, math was just another way to oppress troubled kids. Mr. Hattrick may have been the reason Jimmy felt this way though. The guy was stinking rich and all he did was sit on his ass all day, torturing innocent students. If someone like Ms. Philips was teaching them trigonometry instead, Jimmy figured he'd be a lot less opposed.

The lesson was going at an excruciatingly slow pace and Jim's mind kept wondering back to the offer the Prep from before had made. He had just had an earful from Crabblesnitch about his behaviour, and wasn't really in the mood to be messed with. The Prep, Gord, had asked Jimmy to join him and his rich friends to take part in 'the noble art' of boxing. Although still in a bitter mood, this wasn't an invitation Jimmy was about to pass up. He was always up for a fight and although he hadn't really boxed before, he had watched a hell of a lot of tournaments when his mother had left him home alone as a kid. Jimmy knew that getting friendly with the trust fund fairies would boost his social status and give him more influence over his peers. They could be the ticket to him ruling over the hell hole that was BullworthAcademy.


Gord Vendome sat in the sauna of the boxing club, savouring the quiet emptiness of the room. Over the past few days the attention from his friends had been getting too much. It was nice to be alone for once. No talk of devious plans, no talk of the dreaded Greasers, and most thankfully, no talk of Lola Lombardi. He wanted to keep his mind as far as possible from that tramp. After he had disgustedly told his close friend about how Lola seemed to be flirting with Gord, Derby Harrington decided that this was a perfect opportunity to really upset the Greasers. Derby knew that nothing would break Johnny Vincent's seemingly rock hard heart more than to know that his slut of a girlfriend was cheating on him with non other than a young man who was a Preppy; an enemy. This young man was of course Gord. The brown haired boy knew that refusing to go along with Harrington's plan would not be a clever idea, and so he obliged. It was only Gord that knew how absurd this plan actually was. He had not told anyone that he wasn't exactly 'playing for the same team' as his wealthy companions. Yes, Gord was gay. Well he wasn't completely sure of it, he was rather confused really. Homosexual or not though, Gord did not like the idea of making out with a girl like Lola.

He dragged himself out of the hot, steamy sauna reluctantly as he knew the other members would be arriving. He hoped he would also find that the boy he had invited, Hopkins, had decided to join them. Although he was a pauper by Preppy standards and acted quite rudely towards Gord when his presence was requested, he showed promise. Bryce had told him of Jimmy's fight with that neanderthal, Russell, in The Hole. Russell was the larger of the pair but Jimmy still managed to take him down. Although he felt vaguely displeased with the unkempt appearance of Hopkins, Gord found himself strangely intrigued by the boy.

"Hello there Gord!" Parker Ogilvie waved as Gord exited the changing rooms, dressed back in his school outfit, complete with Aquaberry sweater. "Not boxing today?"

"I'm afraid not Parker. I'd rather observe the fighting today," he smiled at his dark haired friend. He enjoyed speaking with Parker; mainly because he was one of the few people he regularly talked to that spoke with an American accent as opposed to Gord's faux Trans-Atlantic speech.

"That's a shame, today's the day of the tournament. The reward's a house."

"It's not like it's something I need anyway. Good luck to you though Parker. I'll be rooting for you!"

"Thanks Gord!" Parker smiled before walking over to Chad and Justin who were also taking part in the competition.

Only then did Gord realise that everyone was there including a short, stocky boy. So Hopkins had made it.

Three barely conscious Preps later, Jimmy Hopkins smugly rubbed in his victory to the baffled crowd of wealthy youths. Chad, Justin and Parker were easily beaten by the muscle bound 'commoner'.

"Alright, I won! Give me my prize!" Jimmy yelled.

"Hmm, there's a little problem," Justin scowled, "Your parents have to be members of the board for you to be eligible." His tone softened a bit but still remained condescending, "Tell you what, old chap. We'll give you that old abandoned beach house. Should be nice once you clean it up."

Although slightly pissed that he had not acquired a $1,000,000 house, Jimmy accepted that he was not empty handed.

"Gord, you show our little friend here to the beach house," Justin commanded.

"What?! Why me?" Gord whined.

Justin shrugged. "You invited him."

Gord grumpily folded his arms and waited for Jimmy to get changed. Although the boy intrigued him, Gord was not all to keen on spending this much time in his presence.