Hiya! I'm sorry if this took a while, but I've been a bit busy to all you lovely people reading this. If anyone notices Sue tendencies or wants to voice an opinion, then any reviews are really appreciated, as writers can't improve without criticism.

Italics are thoughts as always.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or any of its characters. If I did, the nerds and greasers would have a lot more screen time and Jimmy would probably be wiped from the game.

Chapter 32- Interfering

Derby's POV

The canteen was full of idiots as usual. The food was inedible like any other day. I was sat between my future(slightly reluctant) bride and my best friend. But that day there was one slight difference.

"Where on Earth is that boy?" I wondered, eyeing the empty seat where Tad would normally be. The second the thought entered my head, my nouveau riche friend bounced through the door, his gormless face bearing a red smear and an almost drunken expression.

"Tad, you're late here, you have lipstick on your cheek and you grinning like a lunatic. What happened?"
"I think that's fairly obvious, Derby." Gord remarked. "It must have something to do with you and Lola getting back together a few nights ago, am I right?"
"Again?" Bryce commented loudly, his eyes wide with shock."Honestly, that girl's legs are open and shut like a pair of scissors!"
"There are ladies present, Bryce." I scolded, pulling Pinky closer to me. She opened her mouth to make a catty statement before thinking betterof it, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as her grimace lessened into a slight smile.
"Spill the beans, then." she coaxed, gazing expectantly at my friend.
"I'm late here because I was on a date with Lola. I have lipstick on my shirt for the same reason. I'm grinning like a lunatic because I believe I have found out something that might give us a hand in planning the downfall of the greasers." he announced with the grand manner of someone who had found the secret to immortality or bought out a major corporation."You see, a little bird told me that a certain greaseball is getting suspiciously close to a certain nerd we know." Seven jaws hit the table simultaneously.

"Really? That would explain what the girls told me about Lola's little fight in the girl's dorm a while ago."
"There was a catfight and you didn't tell me?" Gord shrieked slightly, his face as though she had slapped him.
"To be fair, I found this out from Christy. For all I know, it didn't happen." my betrothed explained defensively.
"What events are actually meant to have occured?" Parker cut in.
"Well from what I was told, Lola came in being a total bitch to Beatrice. Then Beatrice said that at least she didn't use people. Then Lola said that Beatrice didn't know anything about her.
"Famous last words." I commented.
"That's exactly what Mandy said. Anyway, Beatrice said that the greasers were better off without her, and this is the really juicy part..."
"Ooh, delicious gossip! Carry on, darling!" Gord squeaked, clasping his hands together.
"Well," she paused, glancing at each of us individually."Lola told Beatrice that Vincent was paying Jimmy Hopkins to spy on her and ordered Beatrice to stay away from Johnny. Beatrice told her that she was lying and who Johnny Vincent talked to had nothing to do with her, so Lola slapped her. Then Beatrice slapped her back! Can you believe that? I didn't think she had it in her."
"Oh, this could only get better if it was smothered in chocolate and wrapped in Aquaberry!" Gord beamed. Perplexed, Bif locked his eyes onto Tad.
"Still, a nerd and a greaser? They don't look like much of a couple." he stated uncertainly.
"Well." Pinky explained before Tad had the chance to open his mouth, "Christy said they've had a big argument. Apparently, they haven't talked for over a week. It's no coincidence that they've both been miserable recently."

We sat quietly for a few moments before my web-toed friend spoke.
"Thank you for that, Pinky. Anyway, between what Lola and the lovely Miss Gauthier have told us, then the longer those two aren't talking, the shakier the greasers are. The shakier the greasers are, the easier they'll be to knock down. We just need to keep the gap from closing up. We can do this by..."
"I'm going to have to stop you there, Tad." Parker butt in, pointing over my shoulder. Turning round, the first thing I saw was the greaser "king"(how pretentious can you get?) with his eyes locked onto those of the gangly nerd girl's, unknown babbling escaping his lips. Besides a slight yet distinct longing look tinting the greaseball's expression or the nerd's caring gaze, there was little evidence of any existing relationship between them, but both were smiling with genuine delight at each other's company. Whatever dispute had occured, it wasn't going on any longer.

"Well, "bang!" goes that idea!"

Beatrice's POV

The Auto-shop was unusually quiet today for a few reasons; Peanut was having little success fixing the radio, Vance and Cornelius were contentto sit silently in each other's arms, and the conversation pretty much went on holiday to New Zealand thanks to the one topic that had beenhaunting me since Johnny had apologised.
"You still haven't given me that explaination we agreed on." I ventured, regretting it instantly. All noise evaporated from the room. Johnny's face creased slightly with worry.
"I know." he managed after about half a minute.No going back now...
"When are you going to tell me?"
"Well... it's Friday tommorrow, so I can't tell you in the morning because we're in different classes... and I'm taking my bike down the beach tomorrow night to try out my new parts, so I could tell you on..."

At this moment, Cornelius managed to shift his concentration from Vance to Johnny.
"Beatrice isn't doing anything tommorrow night." he interrupted, winking at Peanut
"What!"
"Well, she could always go down the beach with Johnny to give him someone to talk to. Besides, I think he'd sooner explain privately, wouldn't you?" Peanut suggested, glancing not-very-innocently at his the greaser.
"I'm going to kill you both!"
"I guess." Johnny shrugged after ten seconds of total silence, his face redder than the BMX bike behind him. Glaring at his second-in-command, he turned to me.
"Umm... is eight good for you?" he asked, smoothing his hair back. Despite the blank expression masking his face, his brown eyes were tinted with a nervous, even pleading look.
"Er... Yeah... I think that should be fine... I'll meet you at the gates?"
"Yeah... that's great." the greaser "king" agreed, smiling slightly.
"Well, now that's out of the way." Cornelius grinned, nodding triumphantly at the other two greasers before the conversation resumed as though the supremely awkward arrangement was merely created in my imagination. However, the random, manic grins flickering on three certain faces told me otherwise.

"I wonder what the minimum sentance for tripple homcide is?"