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Chapter 1.

"Hey Vance, are you okay?"

Gord's eyes fluttered open at the sound of the voice and he sat up, rubbing his head in agony. The blow to his head was pretty hard. He'd sue that damn driver for trying to kill him. Wait. Vance?

The preppie observed his surroundings and saw a group of greasers circling around him. His eyes narrowed in disgust. Then he got to his feet quickly, raising his fighting stance as he did.

"What do paupers think you're doing? How dare you crowd in my personal space!" he snapped.

The greasers exchanged looks and started laughing. Gord was taken off guard for a minute.

"Good one, Vance! You sound exactly like those preppie jerks!" Lefty howled.

"We should definitely tell Johnny." Peanut giggled.

With that, Norton dusted the confused boy's clothes before walking off with the others. Gord shook his head wildly in disbelief. What on earth was going on? Were they stupid or something? Couldn't they see that he was a prep ready to unleash pain on their poor tuckus?

The greasers stopped when they noticed the prep not following them. Lucky turned his head and asked, "You coming, Vance? We've got some bikes that need work in shop class."

Ugh. It's was obvious that they were stupid and needed serious brain repairs. Gord spoke at last, voice full of anger and frustration.

"Are you trash mentally unwell? I am not Vance."

"Really? You're not?" Ricky said sarcastically.

"Stop messing around, you nob!" Hal laughed.

"How dare you? I ought to give you a good thrashing!" Gord snarled.

He was utterly getting pissed at these paupers. Maybe it was time to walk away from this. He'd just go back to the Harrington House. At least the boys there would know who he was. Gord turned on his heels and took a step forward, but his legs were swept from under him at that very moment.

Then he was staring face to face with Norton Williams, who held the boy by his ankles.

"Let go of me, you brute! My daddy's gonna sue you!" Gord shouted struggling in vain against the tall greaser.

Norton let out a soft chuckle before flicking him on the forehead, saying, "You're Vance, man. You've got the apperance and everything."

Gord was about to scream "No I don't!" until Lefty took out a small mirror and literally forced it in front of his face. The prep's eyes widened. No. They weren't his eyes. The color was different from his dark hazel eyes. His hair wasn't the smooth silky brown. It was an ugly red which was greased back.

"See? You are Vance. That's that." Lucky said.

The prep ripped the mirror out of Lefty's hands and looked himself over. Everything about him wasn't his at all. The greaser scumbags were right as much as he hated to admit it. Gord Vendome didn't look like Gord Vendome anymore. Now the appearance he had was one of a greaser he despised more than anyone. That was Vance Medici.

Norton dropped Gord on his head, saying, "Ready to go now, Vance?"

Gord felt sick. His eyes moved to his attire and as soon as he saw the black leather jacket he passed out. The greasers looked at each other before rushing to the unconscious prep's aid. Norton sighed heavily and flung Gord over his shoulder. Then the group made their way back to the Autoshop.

The one thought that kept knocking at Gord's brain before he passed out was that if he were in the greaser's body then where exactly was Vance?

- - -

Though Gord didn't seem happy about what had happened the real Vance wasn't too pleased either. In fact, when he awoke he nearly cringed at the sight of Tad Spencer gazing down at him.

"Hello there. Looks like you decided to wake up." Tad greeted happily.

Vance glared darkly at the amber-haired boy and said, "I'll wake when I feel like waking, trust-fund fairy."

"Trust-fund fairy?" Tad raised an eyebrow.

"You heard me! What? You deaf or something?" Vance snarled standing up quickly.

The prep laughed loudly, saying, "Oh right! The greaseballs! Good imitation, dear boy!"

Vance rolled his eyes in disgust. What the fuck? Was this fairy on crack?

"If you'll excuse me, rich boy, I've got some bikes to fix now. Get outta my way."

And with that, the greaser trotted down the stairs of the-wait a minute. Vance stopped dead in his tracks as he spotted a few preppies standing near the fireplace. They were conversing casually until they noticed him. Parker waved innocently at him and said, "Hi Gord. How are you feeling?"

Gord? The only real trust-fund fairy in the whole prep clique? Did he seriously call him that?

"Call me Gord again and I'll knock your block off pal!" Vance shouted.

Bif, the tall redheaded prep, crossed his arms and looked at the boy in question.

"Since when do you talk like that, Vendome? You pay way too much attention to those greaseballs."

"I'll show you! The name's Vance, asswipe! Get it right!"

"No, it's not. Your name's Gord." Bryce seemed to be getting irritated.

Parker nodded. Then he grabbed the other boy and dragged him over to a long fancy mirror.

"Look." he said pushing Vance forward.

The greaser growled at him and turned to face the mirror. His eyes got big and his jaw dropped to the floor. His reflection wasn't the handsome redheaded 1950's throwback that he thought he'd see. Nope. It was the annoying bastard fairy named Gord Vendome. He hated everything about him.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" the boy shrieked.

"What do are you-"

"THIS IS AWFUL! MY GORGEOUS HAIR HAS BEEN PREP-A-FIED!"

Parker didn't have the chance to say anything, for at that moment the boy was out of the Harrington House screaming like a woman in one of those shower scenes. Bif approached the two preppies and shook his head.

"What a freak. It's almost like he's another person, huh?"