Author's note: Well, all I have to say really is that I'm excited about the holidays! Oh, and the new game Kingdom Hearts Re:Chain of Memories is simply amazing! Okay, guys, here's chapter number three! Enjoy! R&R too!

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Chapter 3.

Vance sauntered into the boys bathroom, muttering a few curses under his breath as he did. He looked around until he heard loud sobs coming from the last stall.

'That's definitely the trust-fund baby.' he thought to himself before storming up to the door and kicking it open with all his might.

There sat the prep fairy known as Gord Vendome, who's eyes were drowning in tears. He looked up at the greaser for a brief moment and then buried his face in his knees again.

"What the devil happened to you? Miss the tea party or something?" Vance laughed.

"Leave me alone." Gord scowled quietly.

"Huh? I couldn't hear you, sweetheart. Mind speaking louder for me?" the other boy sneered.

The prep got to his feet quickly and pushed him aside, his eyes narrowing in disgust as he approached the bathroom mirror. He examined himself carefully, running his fingers through the ugly greasy red hair.

This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. A hallucination. What happened before he found out that he switched places with Vance? Gord decided to search his memories for an answer. Well, all he could remember was yesterday he did the stuff he usually did in the morning. After school was done, he went to the boxing gym for a round of beting with his friends. That was pretty much it. Wait. There was one more thing. He did run into a mysterious-looking girl during lunch that day.

Gord's eyes glanced from his reflection to the boy standing behind him.

"Excuse me, greaseball?" he said turning to face Vance.

"What now, fairy?"

"Did you happen to run into a girl yesterday by chance?"

The greaser's left eye twitched. What the hell kind of a question was that? Of course he ran into a girl yesterday. Lots of them. He was a ladies man after all.

"Yeah I did. A lot of girls. There was Angie, Christy, Zoey, Lola-"

"NO, YOU DINK! I MEAN A GIRL WITH SHORT BROWN HAIR!"

Vance flinched slightly but regained his composure, putting some thought into the prep's words. For a moment, the two boys stayed silent, then the greaser was the one to break it.

"I did run into a girl with brown hair. She seemed a little off to me." he said crossing his arms.

"Off? Like off as in weird?" Gord's eyes widened.

"Yeah, that's it. She told me something about learning to get along with others and crap like that." Vance replied.

The prep's jaw dropped to the floor. He had heard the same thing from that poor girl. Who the hell was she? Maybe she could be the answer to their problem. Besides, students around the school said she had a big love for magical spells and other ridiculous nonsense.

Gord didn't waste anytime. He grabbed the greaser's arm and literally dragged him out of the boys bathroom, ignoring the loud curses he was receiving from the other boy.

- - -

It was a miracle that all they had to do to find the girl was go straight to the Harrington House. In fact, it was a bit strange to see her actually sitting in a tree reading a book about spells. The prep glanced in both directions before sauntering over to the long wood. He cleared his throat and looked up, saying, "Hey poor girl! Get your little wise ass down here!"

Immediately, the brown-haired girl jumped off of the branch she was seated on and landed gracefully in front of them. She let out a sigh and said, "Yeah? What do you want, fairyboy?"

"We want our bodies back, trash! Right now!" Gord snarled.

"Yeah, little lady! So do your hocus pocus junk already!" Vance shouted in anger.

The girl glared darkly at the greaser before looking at Gord with a sweet smile.

"I'm afraid I can't reverse the spell, boys."

"WHAT?!" Both of them were now just an inch away from her, their eyes as big as saucers.

She took a deep breath and repeated, "I can't reverse the spell."

"Why not, you bloody twit!" Vance growled.

Gord turned his head slightly to him and gave a look of question. Vance shrugged and chuckled weakly, saying, "What? I guess I get it from you."

The prep shook this off and turned back to the girl.

"Please," he began, "There's has to be something you can do for us. We can't stay like this forever."

"You can only break the spell by working together." the girl said.

His eyes narrowed as Vance started howling with laughter. The girl rolled her eyes to the side and frowned.

"You want me and the fairy here to work together? That's a good one!" the redhead giggled. "Why would I work with a guy who dresses like a clown and has the time with men?"

Gord lost control after that. He shouted "You fucking greaseball!" and then punched Vance with all his might. Vance's head snapped back, blood spluttering out of his mouth.

The greaser just stood there, clutching his cheek and making a face like thunder at the small preppie. After a moment or two had passed, they began what was known as senseless brawling. Gord threw a fist here and there while Vance dodged most of his blows.

"Asshole!" Vance shouted kicking him in an inappropriate place.

Gord crumpled to the ground, holding his naughty area in agony.

"Oh! That was dirty!"

The girl sighed heavily and sank to the ground, taking her book out again as she did. It was very obvious to her that these two would never get their bodies back. Even if they did they would never change. That was the problem with most students in Bullworth Academy.