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Chapter 10.

Derby felt his blood run cold as his second command approached them, his green eyes glaring darkly at the other boy. The blonde had to think quickly if he wanted to get out of the situation. But how?

For a moment, the trio remained silent, but Tracy was the one to break it. She escaped the head prep's arms and kneed him in the groin again before rushing over to Bif. Derby's eyes narrowed in disgust at this. It made him sick the way that greaser scum cowered behind Bif.

"Where have you been?" Tracy snarled.

"Get out of here." Bif answered, his dark eyes still locked on his leader.

The greaser girl froze. She had seen the redhead angry before, but not as much as he was right now. In a way it sort of frightened her. But she did as she was told and ran off to the Autoshop.

When she was finally gone, Bif walked straight to the blonde and offered a hand to him, saying, "Need a hand?"

"Get away from me, you little fuck!" Derby snapped, slapping the other boy's hand away and quickly getting to his feet. "I don't need your help! Do me a favor and just die already!"

With that, he gathered his things and made his way back to the Harrington House. Bif was motionless. He felt as though Derby had come up to him and slapped him across the face like one of the female students at Bullworth Academy. Derby couldn't have really meant that. It wasn't true.

Things were getting much harder for Bif as the days passed. Derby was the only thought that sunk in his head. But today was the redhead's moment of glory. The time had finally come. It was about three-thirty p.m. when Bif was summoned to the greenhouse. He made his way up the stairs with Gord, who seemed interested in joining the boy for some reason.

"Any idea why Derby wants me?" Bif questioned, raising an eyebrow as he did.

"Nope. I know you'll be happy though." Gord replied with a devilish grin.

"Wha-"

"Bif, come in here!" Came the bark of the great Derby Harrington himself.

The redhead walked into the room and spotted his handsome leader standing in front of the old venus fly trap he received from his father. Bif's throat tightened as Derby turned to face him. Tears were running down the blonde's cheeks.

"What's wrong, Derby? You're crying!" Bif shrieked in surprise.

"No I'm not! Don't be ridiculous!" Derby growled.

His fists clinched and he advanced on the taller boy, fists balled up, fuming. Just as Bif was about to say something, Derby was quickly in front of him with his arms around the redheaded prep.

"I can't take it anymore, Bif. I'm in love with you." Derby said before kissing him on the lips.

Bif's eye widened in shock until the kiss brought his eyes shut with enjoyment. He wrapped his arms around his leader's neck and pushed his body close. The blonde shoved Bif away and whispered, "Oh dear god, I love the way you kiss."

The Taylor boy couldn't help it, but tears started forming in his eyes as Derby pulled him close again. He never cried before. Not once in his life because no one really gave him a reason to cry. Now he was crying and wouldn't stop even if someone punched him the face.

Bif had gotten what he wanted. His plan worked out in the end.

- - -

Tracy Romano stood alone near the main gates of Bullworth Academy with a small box in her arms. Her brown eyes stared deep into the night sky above her for a long time until she heard Bif's voice call out to her. She turned around and gave him a warm smile as he approached her. She loved the way his green eyes lightened up when he stared at someone.

"Hello, greaseball." Bif said returning the girl's smile with his own.

"Hello, trust-fund turd." Tracy replied.

The former boxing champ straightened himself up before standing beside the greaser girl, who eyes stayed locked on the tall prep. For a minute or so, the two remained silent, but then Bif finally spoke. He began telling her everything that had occured today and when he finished his story, the greaser had a look that brought a bit of astonishment to the preppie's face. Her brown eyes were no longer filled with happiness. Instead, they were a mixture of sorrow, confusion, and anger.

"So, does this mean that your plan worked?" Tracy asked, her voice shook slightly.

"Yeah, for now I guess, but if Derby ever gets with Pinky again then I know who to go to." Bif said punching her playfully in the arm.

Tracy didn't reply. The redhead's smile vanished quickly as she turned her back to him, saying, "Okay, I understand. You can go."

"Go? Why? What's wrong with you? Shouldn't you be happy for me?" he questioned.

The greaser girl nodded slowly and said, "I am...very happy for you, Bif. Now you've got Derby."

Her grip on the box she held tightened when the boy placed a hand on her shoulder. He spoke to her in a voice full of concern. Tracy batted his arm away and shouted, "Just leave! You don't need me anymore! You won! Derby's your boyfriend again!"

She tried to walk off after that, but felt Bif's cold hands grab her arm and the next thing she knew she was held in a tight warm embrace.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Tracy snarled, struggling in vain against the former boxing champion.

The redhead didn't give her an answer and continued to hold her close to him. He understood now that Tracy Romano, theTracy Romano, had fallen madly in love with him. The time they had spent together made her feelings grow stronger for him. Unfortunately, he didn't feel the same way for her, and Bif knew that this was clear to her.

"Thanks for everything, Tracy." Bif said with a weak smile.

He could hear her heart beating faster and faster. Well, that was until she decided to shove him hard, which caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground in a dull thud. Bif cursed under his breath and narrowed his eyes at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! I WAS THANKING YOU, ASS WIPE!" he roared clinching his fists in anger.

"That's payback for throwing that cup at me, fairy! You're so gullible!" Tracy laughed.

A big smile formed on her lips as Bif got to his feet faster than the speed of light. He raised his boxing stance, saying, "You little bitchy pauper! I'm gonna make you pay for that!"

With that, the girl made her getaway like the usual days when she pranked the Taylor boy. He smiled and let out a soft chuckle.

"Three, two, one."

He muttered these words to himself before running after her with the same old angry expression that he wore usually when he did this. As he passed by the Harrington House, he spotted Derby and the other preppies coming up the steps. Bif knew he had to act the part well in front of Derby so he began shouting threats at the girl like crazy, swinging his fist in the air as he did.

"Running only makes me madder!" Bif shouted at the top of his lungs.

"That's why I'm doing it!" Tracy called back with an evil grin plastered on her face.

The preppies cheered their fellow elite on as he ran by them and Derby simply blew him a kiss because Pinky wasn't looking at the time. So Bif officially declared in his mind a happy ending for two reasons.

1.) Derby was his again and that Pinky could go to hell.

2.) His plan worked perfectly and it was all thanks to the lovely Tracy Romano

Still, it seemed odd that in the end, a greaseball like her had fell in love with a prep like him. It wasn't a joke or a prank like most of the students at Bullworth thought. It was more of an accident. Yeah, that was it. Just an accidental love.

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