A few weeks later, it was the day of the big football game between the Bullworth Bullhorns and the team of another nearby school. While Jimmy was running around causing trouble for the Jocks as instructed by the nerds, Vance and Gord were deciding the best, most inconspicuous place to sit together during the game.

"Do we really have to go? It seems like more trouble than it's worth," complained Gord as they stood in a quiet corner of the school building.

"Come on, it'll be fun. It'll be our first date too," Vance beamed.

Gord rolled his eyes. "Watching those morons tackle each other isn't exactly my idea of a fun date. And what if somebody notices us together? What will we do then?"

"It's simple! We'll just pretend we're fightin'. They won't think twice about it."

"I suppose you're right. Who would suspect boys from rival cliques like us were dating?" Gord's tone brightened a bit.

Vance patted his boyfriend on the back. "See? There ya' go! But I guess there's not much I can do about you not enjoying it, sorry."

"Oh it will be all right! As cliché as it may sound, I don't mind doing something I don't like as long as you're there too," Gord replied.

"You're gettin' all soppy now Gord."

"I'm sorry, just telling you the truth."

"I didn't say I minded!"

"Well good. A boy of your nature could use a little 'softening up'," Gord smirked.

"You're a weird kid, Gordy," Vance said, ruffling the slightly shorter boy's hair.

Gord dodged away from Vance. "Hey! If I did that to you, you'd go off and sulk somewhere. It takes time to look good you know!"

"Of course I know! How long do you think it takes to do my hair? It ain't no walk in the park!"

Gord let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, can we just forget about this? The football game will be starting so, so we'd better get going."

The boys walked together to the football field, shoving and insulting each other every so often so that nothing seemed out of the ordinary to the other students. When they arrived at the field, the stands were starting to fill up. Thankfully, there weren't many Greasers or Preps there, and no one called Vance or Gord over to sit with them. They sat somewhere at the back as not many people tended to sit there. They could both hear a lot of gossip about something Jimmy had done to the Jocks, but Gord stopped listening. He still didn't want to hear anything about that imbecile, regardless of how negative it was. He just wanted to permanently block Jimmy out of his life.

In the changing room of the gym, Ted was up in arms. "I can't believe Hopkins did all of that shit to us!" he yelled at his team members.

"It doesn't matter any more though, does it? He's on our side now, right?" Casey responded.

Ted punched a locker in anger. "That doesn't take away from the fact that he embarrassed us in front of the whole school!"

"He made me drink his piss!" Kirby cried.

"Guys, we need to calm down. We've got a game in five minutes and if we don't pull ourselves together, we ain't gonna win!" Bo told them all.

Ted nodded. "Huh. I guess you're right. Well, I've gotta hand it to the kid, he's got guts. I'd never stand up to a guy like me if I was a pipsqueak like him!"

"Hey!" Kirby and Dan, who were both similar heights to Jimmy, grunted in unison.

"Well, the point is that we have to go out there and give it our all! There's no time for slacking! LET'S WIN THIS THING BOYS!"

The team cheered in response and went to the football field.

The team's apparent cheeriness, however, did not pay off. No member of the team could properly focus on the game as a result of Jimmy's relentless pranking and they lost by a long shot. Kirby Olsen took the longest to get changed afterwards, and so was the last to exit the gym. Waiting outside was Trent Northwick.

"Hey babe," Trent smiled slyly.

"What are you doing here, Gaylord?" Kirby growled.

Trent smirked. "Waiting for you of course. You seem a little tense. Want a massage?"

"Leave me alone, I'm not in the mood,"

"Aw, why not? Is it because you lost the game, because that's nothing a little 'shirts and skins' can't solve!"

Kirby shoved the blonde haired bully. "You're askin' for some poundcake, aren't ya'?"

"I don't know. It depends what you mean by poundcake," Trent snickered.

Kirby could feel his face heating up, "Th-that's not what it means, ya' pervert!"

"Stop pretending, Kirbs. You can't resist me!"

"I can and I will!" Kirby began to walk off angrily.

Trent caught his arm and quickly pulled him in close. "Are you sure?"

Kirby didn't even try to pull away. "Oh man, your cologne smells good," he breathed, inhaling Trent's scent. "But, get off me!" He started struggling, remembering that he was supposed to be mad.

Trent held on tight. "Oh come on, there's no one around! We're free to do whatever we want!"

"Dude! There are prefects everywhere!"

"What about the shed that stores sporting equipment? That's empty right?"

"I don't know what you're alluding to, Trent! I ain't gonna fulfil your filthy fantasies or nothin'!" argued Kirby.

"Really?"

"…NO!"

"You hesitated! You want to, I just know it!"

"…I… FINE! Fuck you. I hate you," grumbled Kirby.

"Haha, yeah. Fuck me indeed," Trent giggled in reply, dragging Kirby to the sports shed.

"Phew. I'm beat, I'd better get some rest," Jimmy sighed to himself, walking across the football field towards the old Jock clubhouse that he had received a few days prior. As he approached though, he could hear some rather strange noises coming from inside, like moaning. He knocked on the door. "Hello? Is there somebody in there?"

The moaning promptly stopped followed by some angry shouts and somebody else saying "I'm really sorry! I didn't know anybody used this place! You should've told me!"

"I knew this was a bad idea, you bastard!" The other person yelled back.

Jimmy decided enough was enough and just opened the door. "…Hey you two!" He grinned at the naked boys who were stood in the middle of the room.

"Hi Jimmy!" Trent smiled back.

Kirby quickly pulled on his pants, and stormed out.

"No rush Kirby," Jimmy sighed.

Trent put his clothes on too. "Well… see you later Jimmy. I'm sorry about…uh, the sheets." He then made a quick exit, yelling "COME ON I SAID I WAS SORRY!" after Kirby.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Jimmy groaned. He sure as hell wasn't sleeping in there tonight.

AN: Well then. Some Kirby/Trent action. Aw yiss! Thank you for reading as always.