Frustrated and cold in the late autumn wind, Gord was too annoyed to say anything.

"Quiet, aren't 'ya?" Jimmy finally spoke relieving a bit of tension.

"You hadn't said anything either, James," Gord grumbled.

"James?" Jimmy said, furrowing his eyebrows, making his already squinty eyes even smaller.

"That is your name isn't it? I'd call you Jimmy but I feel James has a more refined sound to it,"

"Whatever man. Damn you guys are weird," Jimmy laughed, shaking his head.

Gord looked down at Jimmy for the first time. "Weird? What gave you that notion?" His mood was only getting worse by the second.

"All you ever do is talk about your money or how above everyone you are. It doesn't bother me that much but it's one of the reasons every one hates the Preps from what I can tell," Jimmy replied.

"We talk about other things… like….AQUABERRY!" Gord proclaimed triumphantly. His eyes lit up on the last word. Aquaberry was the thing Gord loved most in life.

"Aqua-what?" Jimmy frowned. Gord went silent and Jimmy looked up to see one of the most horrified faces he'd ever seen. Gord was such a drama queen.

"COME ON JAMES! YOU MUST KNOW AQUABERRY! Oh god you're even poorer than I thought…" Not knowing of the most fabulous brand in the world was like blasphemy to Gord. It was only excused when people were way too poor to even shop outside of the local thrift stores.

This annoyed Jimmy. "Look here you fucking snob. I'm not poor. Stop acting like you're so much better than me!"

"Just because I am…" Gord mumbled under his breath. Not quietly enough.

"SAY THAT AGAIN!" Hopkins roared. Gord almost cowered in fear but he wasn't about to let some lowbrow thug get the better of him. He punched Hopkins so hard that he fell over.

"Owww" Jimmy groaned turning over to sit up.

"Oh goodness! You're bleeding!" Gord gasped.

Jimmy wiped is nose with the back of his hand. Sure enough, it was covered in crimson liquid. "So I am."

Gord offered a hand to help Jimmy up. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Jimmy got up without the help though. It was safe to say he didn't really trust Gord now. "For a princess you sure do pack a punch. Maybe you should have been the one fighting me in the boxing ring."

Gord was thoroughly confused. He didn't know weather he should be hurt or flattered about being called a princess. He then realised that heterosexual boys do not go around calling other boys princesses unless they meant it insultingly. Gord didn't want to retaliate though. James was in pain right now because of Gord's rash reactions. Besides, he didn't really mind being called a princess. He fished through his pockets for a pack of tissues and handed it to Jimmy. "Here, clean your nose up. We're nearly at the beach house now anyway."

The Preppies spent a lot of time on the beach, playing Frisbee mostly but occasionally standing in small groups to bitch about other students. It was a generally pleasurable experience. One thing that Gord hated about the seafront though was all the sand. He just hated getting it on his expensive shoes. These weren't a pair of common running shoes! These were a very expensive pair of Aquaberry loafers! He sighed heavily as he and Jimmy walked through the sand.

"So this is it?" Jimmy questioned as they strolled into the beach house. It was dark and smelled rather musty.

"Indeed it is. Be thankful that they even gave you anything. It's not everyday they reward someone who's family aren't members of the board. You were lucky you're good at boxing," Gord said coldly.

Jimmy tilted his head to the side "But still… this?"

"What were you expecting, Hopkins? A mansion? Besides the fact that it seems to have a rather bad problem with spiders, and mice too I'd wager, all it needs is a good sweep."

"That's easy for you to say. You'd probably get your maids or something to tidy it up for you. I don't have that luxury," Jimmy replied bitterly.

"… I'd better be leaving now anyway. Goodnight." Gord turned to the door.

"Hey, Gord?" Jim called as Gord was leaving. "Thanks for walking me here."

Gord felt himself going red and left immediately with a slightly muffled "You're welcome!" He had not expected this acknowledgment from Hopkins.

Gord walked slowly to the end of the little boardwalk outside of the house and sat down at the end, his feet dangling above the water. He often visited that spot at night. It was quiet, with only the sounds of the crashing waves and the occasional car on the street to be heard. It may have been cold but Gord did not care. He looked up at the sky to see the stars twinkling like Christmas lights. He enjoyed looking at the stars. As a young boy, he'd stand on the balcony of his family's mansion with his father and gaze in awe at the constellations. His mind cast back to one of his fondest of childhood memories where he watched a meteor shower. His mother was there with him too. "Make a wish, Gordy," She had whispered to him happily. Gord shut his eyes tight and wished to be as happy as he was in that moment forever.

Just two years later, Gord's mother became very ill and died. This was a shock to Gord and it changed him. He started caring less about how other people felt because of his own pain. His father changed too. He could never find as much time for Gord and soon became very strict and harsh. Gord knew that this was just because he was heartbroken but resented his father because he had ignored him when he was most needed.

Wiping tears from his eyes, Gord stood up and started to make his way to Harrington House. His mood brightened when he remembered that even though his daddy was harsh on him, he was always up to give Gord a little spare cash. He made a note to ring Daddy tomorrow. He was in need of another shopping spree with Pinky.