Now that the Preps were defeated, Jimmy turned his attentions to the Greasers. He was due to meet Johnny Vincent at the rail road bridge that separates Bullworth Town and New Coventry.

"So you came," Johnny said, his voice calm despite his feelings of rage and paranoia.

"Yup," answered Jimmy.

"I bet you think I'm funny don't you? A laughing stock?" Johnny's tone was angry.

"Not really. I mean you dress a little weird but -"

"Yeah? And everyone is laughin' at me! All 'a you, at me!"

"What're you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me! Have you had her?" Johnny scowled.

"Who're you talking about?"

"I bet you have!" Johnny grabbed Jimmy by the sweatshirt. "Have you had her?!" he growled.

"WHAT'RE YOU DOING? WHO?" Jimmy yelled back, confused by the sudden aggression.

"LOLA! THAT SLUT! That slut… I love," Johnny answered with a pained expression.

Jimmy batted Johnny's hand from his sweatshirt. "NO MAN!"

"She's cheating on me man, I know she is! The little slut! It's killin' me! Me, dyin' over a broad? Aw man, I knew this was comin'!" He sounded so hurt. Jeez. Johnny had bigger mood swings than Mandy when it was her 'time of the month'.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's with that rich kid, Gord! I know she is!"

"How do you know?" That didn't really sound right to Jimmy. Gord? He'd never go for a girl so cheap.

"Will you find out for me?" Johnny pleaded. "I can't take the suspense. Meet me at the underpass near New Coventry tonight. We'll get evidence. Bring a camera, and then we'll settle this once and for all."

Gord was on another date with Lola. As he held her hand with sweaty palms, he thanked the lord that she had gloves on. Derby's instructions were clear:

"Don't give the game away Gord. You have to make her believe that you actually love her. She just wants to feel desired, adored. If she realises this is all just a clever ploy she'll go running back to Johnny. I'm trusting you with this, Gord. Don't you dare let me down."

There wasn't anything else Gord could do except go along with Derby's crazy scheme. Gord was well aware that all of this would probably result in an ass kicking from Johnny but Derby would be happy to know that the Preps had gotten under his skin. Gord was ready to face his inevitable doom.

As he walked with Lola through BullworthTown, you'd never have guessed the amount of discomfort Gord was feeling. He had a slight smile on his face, any passer by would have thought that he was quite content, wound up in young love. And Lola didn't have to fake her joy. She thought Gord was a nice boy but didn't really care for anything but his money. Oh the things he could buy her! She was completely convinced that he was head over heals for her, and would do anything, buy anything to please her. Gord was successfully fooling everyone that mattered. This did not bring him any peace of mind though. He had this strange feeling of paranoia. He felt like someone was watching the couple, maybe even following them. He couldn't shake the feeling off.

It's only a matter of time, Gord thought, before Johnny finds me out. I should probably say goodbye to my relatively happy life while I can.

Vance Medici was spending a peaceful night in his usual spot, when he heard the click of fancy Italian shoes. He knew straight away who it would be. He would have been extremely happy if it weren't for the fact that the shoes were approaching him at a much slower pace than usual. He looked up from his motoring magazine to see, just as he had expected, Gord Vendome bearing a sullen expression.

"Hey Gord, what's up? And what's all this business with Lola? Johnny showed us pictures of you and her making out man!" Vance wanted answers; there was no time for rhyming today.

Gord's lips began to tremble. "P-pictures?"

"Yeah that Hopkins kid took them the other day. You know we might have to cut off this little arrangement we have. I like you Gordy, but nobody messes with my friends or their women," Vance frowned.

Gord could feel tears welling up in his eyes. The stress that had been consuming him for the past month or so had been tipped over the edge. And now he was losing Vance's company. Gord might have gone so far as to call Vance his friend. He may have been a filthy Greesebag, but he listened to Gord. Sometimes after he'd received his cigarettes, he'd just talk to Vance about the things he'd never let any of his Preppy friends know. Gord hated to admit it, but Vance was good company. The tears in his eyes began to trickle down Gord's cheeks. His face crumbled and before he knew it, he was sobbing.

"Whoa! Gord! Man, I'm sorry! Just don't cry!" Vance begged. "Come on somebody will hear you and that'll be it for us!" Gord couldn't stop and Vance knew they'd be as good as dead if any of their friends found them. He quickly put his arms around Gord and held him tight to his chest "Shhh. It's okay. Please don't cry, baby."

Gord was surprised by the embrace but welcomed it. He was annoyed that he had let himself cry in front of Vance but what else could he do? He'd always been sensitive this way, but was usually able to hide it under his egotistical attitude. When he stopped blubbering, he let go of Vance and wiped his eyes. They sat down against the wall and Gord began to tell Medici everything. He told him about Derby's plan, his disgust at dating Lola, his frustration with himself that he was kind of a closet case at the moment, his conflicting emotions with Jimmy, everything. "I-I just can't handle it anymore, Vance!" he sniffled.

Vance stared into Gord's chocolate brown eyes. He had never in his life expected a rich kid to convey such emotion. He leaned in and quickly put his lips to Gord's. He pulled away, but Gord just shook his head, his eyes still shining with tears, and pulled Vance towards him again. They had never kissed like this before. It never usually lasted over about five seconds. There was more passion, more drive, and a lot more affection than usual from both of the boys. They had never run their fingers through each other's hair, they had never bitten each other's lips, and they had never used that much tongue. But yet here they were, Gord driven by his anger and sorrow, and Vance driven by the beauty he had never experienced from a Prep.

"I think you messed up my hair but I don't care!" beamed Vance breathlessly.

"That might have been slummy, but I LIKED IT!"

They both caught their breath and fixed their hair and sat back against the wall quietly.

"Gord… I'm really sorry but I can't do anything to stop Johnny from hurting you. He'll never forgive me if I try to stop him. The most I can do is not join in, pretend I'm sick or somethin' to get out of beating the crap out of you. I ain't gonna stop bein' ya' friend though, that's something nobody's gonna end except you or me, ya got that?" Vance explained to Gord.

Gord nodded. "I understand. I've been knocked out before and it wasn't too bad; Johnny can't hurt me that much, can he?"

"No," Vance smiled encouragingly, but inside he filled with worry. What exactly would Johnny do to the poor little Prep who got caught up in a stupid mess? Vance's little crush on Gord may have also landed him in some trouble too; he'd have to be really careful from now on. As Gord left, new packet of cigarettes in hand, Vance wondered why he'd fallen for a trust-fund baby like Gord. He thought back to the events of the evening and remembered. He'd always know their was more to Gord than meets the eye, that below his narcissism there was maybe something that could make up for it. Vance realised, when he recalled Gord's trembling voice and quivering lip, that Gord was helpless. He never thought he'd sympathise with a young man who had never had to do a day of work in his life, but he did. Love works in strange ways.

AN: WHAT HAVE I DONE? I wish I'd made this a Gord/Vance story now because now I'll have to break Vance's little heart ;_; I love Vance so much as well. Oh dear. I'm a terrible person.