Title: "A Blow to the Heart"

Pairing: KirbyxTad

Rating: T

Summary: "The jocks and the preps are in bad standing due to the clumsiness of their clique members. Kirby hasn't quite figured it out yet, but he may just be in love with his enemy."

Authors Notes: WOO! Something other than PeteyxEdward, I thought I'd give this couple a try. I love the jocks & the preppies. A little longer than my last story, yey, let's hope this one goes longer.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN "Bully" and any of its characters, etc. or anything else that I mention within this entire story.

Chapter 1 - Coward

The sun casted heavy shadows across the school grounds, making it very hard to see. Kirby was walking to the gym when he ran into Tad Spencer. The tall, auburn haired preppy growled at him and quickly got up, dusting off his clothes. The smaller boy glared at him and shoved him out the way. Tad punched him in the stomach and walked off, leaving Kirby, grinning. Ted ran past the stuck up prep and stood beside Kirby and looked at him.

"Don't even try to fight him." Ted said, with a tone of annoyance in his voice. Of course Tad wasn't the best fighter. He was nothing compared to Russell, but still, he beat Kirby by a far mile. He shoved his hands into his lettermen jacket and patted Kirby on the back. Kirby held his side, grimacing.

"He's a boxer. No one can beat a boxer. Well, except me." Ted beamed, as he set off to the gym. Kirby looked to his right, at the Harrington house where Tad disappeared into. One day he would beat him.

"Someday he'll have a taste of my pound cake," he whispered to himself, growling as he dragged himself to the field. He walked down the steps and slid down the rail to look at his pride and joy, the football field. He smiled as he took a seat on one of the benches, looking at the green grass on the field that swayed back and forth. He ran his fingers through his chocolate, brown hair and tapped his fingers on his knees. Damon came running out the jock's changing room and tossed the football at Kirby.

"Argh!" he took it right in the face and fell off the bench and landed in the mud. He heard Damon roaring with laughter. A moment later he appeared over his face, smiling. He reached out his hand and pulled Kirby up.

"Hah! Your shoes are covered with mud!" Kirby looked down at his white tennis shoes – or at least, they used to be white.

"NO!" Kirby shrieked, running off the field, shoving by the prefects as they tried to grab him for truancy. As he burst through the door and jumped into his dormitory bedroom he grabbed a cleaner from under his bed. He pulled off his shoes in a flash and started to scrub them furiously. Slowly, the brown started to wear away and his shoes were white like snow once again. He sighed and relief and looked up to see Tad standing in his door.

"Aww, did you get your shoes dirty?" he teased Kirby. He had forgotten that he was sharing a dormitory bedroom with him… Kirby mumbled something unintelligent and went back to washing his shoes. They were whiter than snow now. He tried to avoid Tad's stare but Tad made it impossible.

"They're not even good shoes." He laughed, and Kirby flinched.

Don't mess with a boxer… don't mess with a boxer, he kept repeating in his head. Tad invited himself in and closed the door behind him. Kirby keep his eyes on his shoes, scrubbing them furiously. He heard Tad's footsteps tap around the room. He could feel a pair of eyes focusing on him. He swallowed and wiped off his shoes with a cloth he took from the jock changing room. He cleaned off all the excess liquid – which was quite a lot - and put his shoes on quickly, starting for the door. A hand grabbed his arm.

"Hey, we didn't finish off from this morning," he whispered amusingly. Kirby's face hardened, as he felt the pressure on his shoulder grow. He felt as if his arm was going to pop off. He bit his lip and felt his arm twist around his back and he yelped. He could hear Tad laugh in pleasure. Kirby turned around and kicked Tad in the square in the chest. Tad fell back and gasped for breath, flipping Kirby off. Kirby growled and kicked Tad while he was down, a sudden group was surrounded by his door. He spat near his face and turned away, pushing through the group of people who laughed at Tad.

"You coward." He heard Tad yell out. Kirby froze in his spot and he felt all eyes turn to him. "Yeah, you can never beat a boxer, you loser. You're such a baby." He felt intimidated by his taunts and he still stood there, glued to the spot. He saw him smirk out of the corner of his eye and he breath quickened. Tad's words shouldn't have affected him like that, but they did and he walked out without saying another word. The words he heard from the bullies were much harsher than coward and the words from the nerds were – well he didn't understand what the nerds were saying. He trudged through the school grounds, grumbling. He kept his head down and walked back to the field, bumping into yet another snob.

"Watch where you're going, pauper!" an angry British accent hissed. He looked up at noticed Bif growling at him with Derby at his side. Bif turned his head and looked off into the distance while Derby glared at him with tired eyes. He took a step back and noticed his hand was in Bif's. He blinked again and made sure things were correct. Bif was holding Derby's hand, not as friends, but as lovers? Derby looked at Kirby with a confused face and quickly pushed away Bif's hand, walking quickly past him.

"Wait, Derby!" Bif called, trailing behind him by a few feet. Kirby shook his head, trying to rid of the past. The first time Trent and him had gone to the movies was a bit shaky, but they laughed it off in the end. Later on, Trent had come to his room with roses and he surrendered his body to him. A few nights after that, Trent had told him it was going too fast. His heart shattered and he never once loved again. No, never. Not even Ted, or Damon, or any of the cute boys that walked around on campus. He found himself standing at the edge of the field, his tears falling onto the dark green grass. He plopped his self on a bench and curled up into a ball. The stars twinkled across the endless, dark, sky and there was a gorgeous full moon hanging in the sky, emitting a white glow across the school grounds. The small wind ruffled his hair and blew his many tears away. The breeze died down and a voice came from behind him.

"It's time for some pound cake." Kirby turned around to see a brown haired boy punching his hand into his palm, grinning, and advancing on him.