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A Boy Named Troy
Chapter Ten
(Yay double digits!)
"You are quite sure that Troy will be okay with… him, right?" Gord snootily asked, tagging, as always, at least five feet behind Jimmy.
"What do you care?" Jimmy called over his shoulder, not slowing his pedaling in the least. The two teens on bicycles came to a downwards hill. While Gord cautiously pulled the cool brake handle with an unfashionably sweaty palm, James proceeded in throwing his hands in the air and trying to awkwardly balance with his ass above the uncomfortable seat.
"You are a madman!" The prep now had to shout one step below a scream to be heard. They both (thankfully) survived the decent, the king having to wait at the bottom for a second or two. He laughed at Gord's scowl. "And, I do not care. It would just cause problems if something happened to a minor who was signed out in your care."
"The kid'll be fine with Gary for a few hours. He really wanted to meet the future ruler of Bullworth." This only raised alarm. "Besides, Petey will be there too."
"Hey," the prep started as he noticed a passing sign. "We're leaving New Coventry. I thought you would be too cheap to go anywhere else; just where are you taking me James?"
"Somewhere right up your alley." By now Jimmy was much further ahead again. "Hurry up! I actually had to make reservations for this place and I think we're supposed to be there around the time I said."
It was an unnaturally warm Saturday, said to be the last pleasant day before winter came. Gord had attended class everyday for the past two weeks and managed to catch up again. Of course, everything was a little easier to do when one could show some green.
To celebrate Gord's recovery from his deep dark, if not a tad shallow, self-depression, Jimmy agreed to take him on a date. They had just dropped Troy off at a dingy trailer (the prep was ordered to stay outside) for the day and evening, and now Gord had no idea what would come next. He could imagine though. James might sweep him off his feet and carry him into some little burrow in the wall type place. His handsome date would feed him a bite of exotic pauper cuisine, and not a soul would be there to judge them. Of course in his fantasy Jimmy was much taller and did not have strange ginger roots showing through his chocolate hair. Also, they were in a beautiful white limousine, not ten-speed bikes that would leave them with pained behinds.
`~***~`
"Jimmy! What are we doing here?" Gord snapped in a hushed tone. He found himself standing in a cramped line at the fanciest restaurant in Old Vale. And it was lunchtime! Everyone knew that the only people that went there for lunch were wealthy senior citizens and preppies from Bullworth. So far the only people he had seen were the first, but he was certain that the latter would be crawling just beyond the entrance.
"Getting lunch, geeze. Do I always need to be the brains with you?" He was going to retort, but the elderly couple in front of them hobbled away and the two boys were left exposed at the front of the line. Jimmy marched up to the podium and greeted the hostess. Gord tried his best to hide behind his shorter boyfriend. "Hey." Jim leaned forward onto the dark hostess stand.
"Hello sir." The pretty black haired lady in her early twenties appeared somewhat unnerved. "Name please?"
"Jimmy, what's yours?"
Her cotton candy nailed hands fidgeted with the edge of the gold page in the thick reservation book. "Vanessa." She looked away. "Last name sir?"
"Aw, you don't have to call me that." Gord could have very easily died of embarrassment right there on the shiny oak floor. "I mean, I am the king of Bullworth and everything, but-"
"For God's sake," he cut his boyfriend off and pushed him aside. "Hopkins, party of two."
"Right this way please." Vanessa looked immensely relieved, being able to return to her comfort zone of reading names and showing people to tables.
"I think she likes me." Jimmy muttered, nudging him with an elbow.
Gord's fears were confirmed when they were finally seated at their minute round table in the middle of a prep filled room. They all stared at the two, but Jimmy did not seem to notice. He was too busy trying to pronounce French words on the menu, or 'carty' as he said it. "You are out of your mind for bringing me here!" he hissed, hunching forward in an attempt to hide himself in his own menu.
"What're you talking about? You love fancy crap like this."
"Look around!"
He did. "A few rich kids, so what? You've been handling them good enough."
"But that has only been one or two in a whole classroom of other people! This is there territory. We've invaded their nesting grounds!"
Nonchalantly, Jimmy commanded, "Relax." If only either one of them could obey that order once a snobby comment containing the phrase "butt chums" floated by them. It would be safe to say that they spared no time in eating and then getting the hell out of there.
`~***~`
Gord was slightly disappointed when neither Jimmy nor himself spoke the entire ride to the beach on which their little home was located. They left their bikes leaning against iron railing before descending down the wooden, sand covered, cracking stairs. It was a mild surprise when Jimmy stopped walking in the middle of the beach instead of heading straight to the house. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think you guys stopped scaring in numbers." Not a soul was around to frighten away his boyfriend, so Gord slipped behind the warm body and wrapped his arms across the front of James' neck. The bully tensed and looked every way he could manage before allowing their standing positions.
"I just cannot see how you could afford the bill." he replied in a low voice, burying his face in the back of Jimmy's hair.
"The 'errand' business makes big bucks." Jim laughed.
Gord rolled his eyes. "Yes I know that, but you have had no time to run 'errands' lately, what with Troy and everything." Hopkins did not respond. "Don't tell me that you're…" Still silence. "No! You bring the brat along? What kind of message does that send?" Gord slapped his boyfriend's chest before letting go of him.
Jimmy turned. "Oh come on! I've only brought him on a few eggings and taggings. He has fun and it's not like I'm taking him to go beat the shit out of people disturbing the peace."
The prep scoffed and the bickering continued on for quite awhile.
When the subject and its branches were finally dropped, the couple was sitting side by side in the sand, just before where each wave carried the water out. Gord had his legs crossed and his head balanced in his palms. He barely even realized that he was sighing, saddened by the fact that he and Jim were like an old bitter couple.
"Dare ya to go in." Jimmy idly broke the dull silence.
"What?"
He elaborated, "I dare you to go in the water." Gord did not even validate him with a response. "C'mon, I'll do it if you do!" The king began to rise onto his feet.
"Are you kidding me? No person is foolish enough to swim at this time of year." Jimmy began to strip off the oversized 'Bullworthless' shirt he had made himself. Gord tried not to blush, but could already feel heat rising.
"So it's a deal then." the natural blonde firmly stated as he wriggled out of old jeans.
"What? No!" Gord sputtered, but it was too late; Jimmy had already kicked off his shoes and socks, and ran waist deep into the dirty navy lake.
The great Hopkins actually managed to stay in the water longer than a few minutes. At first, he just splashed about and guffawed like a giant dork, but then he began to swim. For being so heavy-footed on land, he was rather graceful in water. Gord could feel his pulse quicken by just watching the fluid movements.
"Shit, it's cold out here!" Jimmy laughed boisterously as he began to wade back in to his hips. "Can hardly breathe."
"Well there is a reason of why people stay out of lakes in autumn." Gord quickly pondered on how dangerous the stunt that James had just pulled really was. "We had better get you under a quilt."
"What?" he shouted back. "I thought we had a deal."
Gord paled. "N-No!" Loud splashes could be heard as the great water beast began to rush in. "I never agreed to anything!" the prep shrieked as he tried to clamber to his feet. In panic, his feet slipped in the loose sand and slowed him much needed milliseconds. By the time he managed to stand, Jimmy was only a few feet out, water not even being able to scrape his knees.
Gord turned to run hearing, "Guess I'll just have to bring the lake to you." The breath was soon knocked out of the prep and he flew a hair above the ground for a split moment. He came down roughly face first in the sand from Jimmy's tackle. Ice cold water rapidly seeped in through his sweater and pants.
"James, my clothes!" he whined as Hopkins slowly peeled himself off his back. Gord sorely twisted around so that he faced his now kneeling, breathless boyfriend. Despite there being a smirky smile on his face, Jimmy looked ill. His skin was a sickly lavender color in his hands and cheeks, and his breathing came in hollow pants. "Jim, you look absolutely dreadful."
"Nah, I'm fine." he began to shake as he answered.
"I think you should get indoors."
"No!" he snapped, making Gord flinch. "I mean, today was supposed to be your day and I've already ruined it enough."
Gord was concerned. Since when did Jimmy care about ruining the prep's time? "It is getting a little chilly out here. I would like to go back home."
Jimmy slowly nodded, his thin eyes squinting more than usual. "Oh, well in that case…"
`~***~`
Gord was not nearly as disenchanted as he thought he would have been if he found out that he'd spend his special date taking care of his idiot boyfriend. Whether it be because Jimmy was lulled into a sweet, appreciative state, or that he really just enjoyed sharing a cup of cheap microwavable noodles, snuggled under a blanket with him, Gord did not really know. He was content though. Happy even.
"I'm sorry I messed everything up. I just wanted to have some fun with you." Jimmy apologized, eyes struggling to keep open. The prep thought that he had once learned that a person suffering from hypothermia needed to stay awake and be rushed to a hospital. James was just so perfectly adorable when drowsy, so Gord prayed that his boyfriend had contracted nothing more serious than a cold.
"I'm having a swell time now." Gord murmured, his head resting on Jimmy's chest. He chuckled softly. "And I guess watching you make a complete fool of yourself was not so bad either." Jim had his arms lying around Gord, pulling him closer with every tired breath. The prep's thoughts devilishly wandered off to a barely clothed Hopkins pressed down on top of him. Had he been wearing that ridiculously petit swimsuit that Tad had once given him as a joke? "Please do not tell me that you wear that little navy piece in public."
"Why the hell not? I've got the body for it." Jimmy laughed and Gord gave his soft middle, which he was clinging to, a squeeze. It was a darn good thing that he was drawn to the teddy bear effect.
They allowed a comfortable silence to befall them. It was only interrupted by Jimmy's barely conscious voice once before soft snores developed. "Keep me warm, Gord."