Author's note: Geez! I haven't updated this in forever! So sorry guys! The good news is that it's Christmas break and I'm in the holiday spirit! Not only that, but semester testing in my school is officially over! Yay! Now on with the chapter! Oh, and please R&R!
a-yuri-who-loves-yaoi: Thanks! I like it when characters switch on T.V. shows too! That's why I decided to use Gord and Vance. It'll make things interesting. Thanks for the review!
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Chapter 2.
"Bloody hell! Is that you, greaser scum?" Gord said looking in both directions before approaching the other boy.
He felt a bit akward in another person's body. It showed in the way he walked. He wobbled and stumbled for some minutes until he finally reached Vance, who had an expression of distaste shown on his features.
"Oh, you caught me fairy. I'm really a jock." Vance said sarcastically.
Gord's eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms over his chest. Well, it wasn't really his chest.
"I know you hate me, trash, but you could at least be grateful that I found you."
Vance dropped to his feet and bowed down to the other boy mockingly, saying, "You're right, trust-fund baby! I'm just so thankful that you found me!"
The prep rolled his eyes in disgust. This wasn't going to be easy. He knew that for a fact because they both practically hated each other more than anyone else in Bullworth Academy. For a moment, the two stood silently glaring at one another, but Gord was the one to end it.
"Listen, pauper, stop fucking around and give me my body. I can't stand being in yours." Gord said, frowning.
Clearly, he had hit a sore spot, for he noticed a small twitch in the greaser's left eye. Vance advanced on him, wagering a finger at the prep as he did.
"Well, you don't look like a basket of roses either, prep! Now you give me my body or I'll make your life a living hell!" he snapped.
Gord was about to say something and then the bell rang. Morning classes were starting. The prep cursed under his breath. Damn. He wouldn't be able to get his precious self normal now. He couldn't bare being in a greaser any longer. It was driving him insane.
He turned on his heels and dashed off to the main building, hoping that this was all a crazy dream or something.
"Hey! Where are you going, prep? We have to settle this!" Vance called out to him.
"We will! Just get your butt to class! Or there will be consequences! Understand?" Gord called back, not bothering to look at the other boy.
"But-"
Vance let out a frustrated sigh before turning around and quickly running in the opposite direction.
'What the hell is his first class? Thanks a lot, trust-fund fairy.' he thought to himself as he made his way to the gym.
- - -
Gord's eyes widened when he walked into 's room. Derby Harrington, Bif Taylor, and Tad Spencer had been sitting their usual spots in the back row. Relieved to see them, the prep took a seat at his desk, which was right beside Bif's desk. What he didn't notice was the dark glares he was getting from his companions as he began to speak.
"Well, chaps, I'm so glad to be here with you all. You have no idea of the trouble I've been in." Gord laughed heartily.
Bif and Tad exchanged looks of confusion while Derby's expression of disgust at the boy remained. Still, Gord was oblivious to this and continued to talk to the people he knew as his friends.
"Enough about me though. How are you chaps doing?"
"What does trash like you care? Greaser scum such as yourself shouldn't even be sitting near us." Tad sniffed, sticking his nose up.
"TRASH?! HAVE YOU GONE MAD, TAD SPENCER?!" the prep screeched.
Bif rolled his eyes to the side, saying, "Cut the British accent, pauper. You really suck at it."
Gord's jaw dropped to the floor. He was completely gobsmacked. Who did he think he was? Talking to a fellow elite in an insolent manner was not allowed. Not to Derby Harrington at least. Wait. Derby! That was it! He'd show these oafs a thing or two.
Gord turned his head to the head prep and said, "You aren't going to let them talk to one of your members right, Derby?"
A smile formed on the blonde's face. He let out a sinister laugh and turned to face the other boys.
"Did you hear that, gents? That grease monkey thinks he's one of us."
"Yeah right! Stop embarrassing yourself, pauper!" Bif laughed.
"Sad, isn't he?" Tad giggled.
Gord shattered. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would escape from his lips. Probably because he realized that whatever he said wouldn't really matter anyway. They didn't know that he was Gord Vendome. Instead, they considered him as a filthy greaseball who had just made a complete fool of himself.
With a heavy heart, the preppie stood up silently and sauntered over to another seat. He laid his head down on the desk and tried to hold back the tears that were now forming in his eyes. No good though. He started bawling like a baby, kicking his legs wildly while pounding his fists furiously.
Laughter filled the whole room. Tad was the loudest of them all. Gord sank in his chair as entered through the door. The prep's face burned bright red with embarrassment when he heard Bif behind him, saying to Derby, "He's the worst."
"So he is." The head preppie nodded in agreement.
Gord clutched his chest like he had taken a shot to the heart. He had never felt so hurt in his life. When he was his normal Aquaberry-wearing self, he could almost do anything and he held so much power inside. Now he had nothing.
No, that didn't begin to describe it. Now Gord Vendome was nothing.