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Author's Notes: I hope nobody minds too much that I write little thank you messages to reviewers. I'd feel bad if I didn't. ;-;
EvilChick101: Ohhhhmiigoshness, you reviewed twice! That makes me smile! And you even said I was funny! Thanks!
AmishGazebo: I also love Jimmy and Gord together! In fact, Gord goes great with everyone, especially Vance. Thanks for the review!
And thank you to any of you reading this story! :3
A Boy Named Troy
Chapter Three
Outside it was already growing dim, autumn sun leaving earlier and earlier each evening. It would soon be replaced by the moon, pauper's lighting. They had already gotten off the beach and were strolling near the end of the dark crisp tunnel. Gord intertwined his fingers through the much wider and stubbier Hopkins'. Jimmy shook his hand away and muttered "No." The prep settled on gripping his boyfriend by hooking one of his arms under Jimmy's and then holding his own gold band wearing hand. This was a position that James allowed in public and Gord actually liked it just fine. He loved the feel of the familiar warm body and tight muscles in Jimmy's sleeved arm. People often thought that Jim was fat, but, in truth, only his stomach area was not very flat. How could a person go around thrashing people all day and running from prefects without developing tone arms and legs?
At that moment, Gord was near perfect content. So close in fact, that he did not even mind that there was a small boy toddling along his boyfriend's other side. They were on their way to the carnival, a place that, despite it being mercilessly shabby, still held some childish wonders in the prep's eyes. The only thing that was slightly troublesome was the fact that he had still not informed Jimmy of his housing situation and then beg to stay at the beach house. As soon as the bright lights came into view though, all of his apprehensions melted away. Besides, could Jimmy really say no to someone in as much need as him?
"My delicious man taking me to the carnival, how magical is this?" Gord proudly commented as Jimmy paid a tattoo covered, middle-aged, woman in the stained ticket booth.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jimmy snorted as he kicked open the gate. Gord dreamily thought back to how they had decided to come here. It was truly the stuff that movies were made out of…
Jimmy checked his cheap digital watch and Gord made a mental note of what to buy him for Christmas. "Troy, we'd gotta go soon; it's getting late." The boy nodded and stood, a petite grin on his face.
"Go where?" Gord asked and he was sure that Troy's smile turned to a smirk.
"I'm takin' the kid to the fair. Thought it'd be nice to show him that not everything in this world is shit." Gord's face fell. "You wanna tag along?"
"You are taking that boy to the carnival? But you've never taken me there, and it's the most romantic place for a date." Jimmy laughed at that, but Gord did not know it was because he was picturing midgets and people vomiting.
"I asked if you wanted to come."
"You are asking me to the fair? As in a date?" He smiled, knowing that Jimmy probably would not bother to argue.
Jimmy heaved a hefty sigh. "Yes."
"Why, I do not know what to say."
Jimmy pushed Troy towards the door. "We're leaving."
"Coming!"
Gord abruptly looked around. While he had been revisiting one of the happiest moments in his upper-class life, they had made it to the shooting range. Jimmy was helping Troy aim the gun. "Troy…" he scoffed to himself. He was standing at the other end of the game booth, so he was sure they would not be able to hear him over the chimes and dings of the carnival. "The names are even similar." The blonde hair, the poor skin, the name! Gord was not sure if he would be able to stand it or not; the kid was just too much like Trent.
Northwick had been Jimmy's rebound after Zoe. The strange thing about this was that he and the female townie only dated a few weeks, where as he and Trent were together the two months left of last school year and six weeks of summer. That was two weeks longer than Jimmy and himself had been together! Gord did not like Trent for a multitude of reasons. A) He claimed to have done things with Jimmy that the virgin Gord could not even imagine. B) Jimmy had not even tried to hide that he had something going on with the blonde bully. And finally, C) their breakup was not as official as Gord liked to think it had been
"Gord?" A strong hand was being crudely waved mere inches from his long nose. "Great, first you make me bring you here, and now you just spend the whole time zoning." Jimmy grumbled.
Gord shook himself back to reality. "Hmm? Did something happen?"
"Yeah, we're finished."
The prep quickly froze up, he could feel literally feel a pain in his chest. "What?!"
"The kid's done playing this game."
"Oh… oh!" Breath extinguished him and he smiled. "How did he do?"
"Amazing!" Hopkins answered with the pride of a parent. "He shot a 140; got two tickets! That's way better than I did on my first try. I did have a distraction though." he chuckled to himself, unaware that Gord had been told everything about that moldy old date from the Harrington harlot herself. He chose to bite his tongue though, this time.
"Well now what are we to do?" Even as he asked the question, he traced Jimmy's gaze to that of Troy's, who was mesmerized by the sight of the rides.
"Never again will I be a consumer for this cheap imitation of entertainment for paupers!" Gord snootily protested as he stumbled out of the battered car, taking precautions not to step on the fresh pile of vomit. He gave no care as to who heard him. The Grand Canyon rollercoaster had a limit of two to a seat and a rule that stated those not tall enough- Troy in other words- need to sit with someone who was of proper height. That left Gord being crushed into a car with an overweight nerd, while the little brat enjoyed the front with Jimmy. As soon as the ride came to a halt, the fat kid in the green sweater lost his meal all over the pavement, not even bothering to try making it to a garbage can or, at least, out of the car.
Gord could here Jimmy comment, "Pretty sick, huh?" The two had already made it out in front of the ride. As soon as he had made his way up to the pair, Troy just had to go and speak for once.
"Again?"
Jim beamed. "Why the hell not? Ready Gord?"
"I think I will have to pass." They had already gotten back in line at the ticket booth. Gord sighed to himself and found a bench to sit properly upon while he waited. As he did he let his mind wander for the umpteenth time that day.
A girl scampered along in front of him. Normally, no one would know her name, especially not someone of Gord's prosperity. Everyone at Bullworth now knew the name of Angie though.
It happened in the middle of the past summer. Jimmy was off somewhere with that one friend of his, the head boy. They left Trent behind at the much less crowded campus. Most kids were at home then for summer vacation, including Gord and the rest of his clique. Still the brute managed to bumble himself into the most trouble he had ever faced. A lanky girl named Angie was staying in her dorm for a week while her parents vacationed. Trent couldn't resist himself. He simply loved teasing girls (Gord had once made an educated guess that it had something to do with he himself jealous he had not been born female). Normally, the barbarian would have just yelled insults relentlessly at the poor girl, but she decided to stand up for herself. This, at first, confused Trent and then infuriated him. This is where the two players in this story split apart with their retellings. Trent stated that he grabbed her nose (for some kind of terribly strange badgering) and that she twisted her face away, thus snapping the cartilage. Angie's side was that he plainly punched her. Whatever had happened, there were two stable results. Her blood still stained a few blades of grass and Trent was at complete fault.
Trent was, of course, expelled. It happened rather quickly though. The blonde beast was banned from Bullworth grounds within the hour, told that he could never come back. Nobody is sure of where he went, at least none of the students. The ignoramus did not even bother to inform Jimmy of where he ended up and why. It was this event that left Gord's poor James scarred.
"Are you ready?" Jimmy asked, extending his hand out towards Gord. The two ended up on the same ride three more times and followed it up with a few spins on the Squid. By now even the great Hopkins was a little shaky. Nonetheless, he was still offering to help Gord stand, and this made the latter beam brilliantly. "We're gonna go to the freak show; every boy deserves to see the world's last mermaid." Jimmy announced as soon as Gord was on his feet. Troy grinned devilishly.
"I will assume that you mean that every boy deserves to see the world's last mermaid's floating chest." Oh well, Jimmy had not shaken off his hand yet.
"What if one wanted to have sex, but the other didn't?" Troy was surprisingly talkative when the subject came to filth. Gord was not sure if he believed the kid was only in grade three. Jimmy and the boy were staring at the Siamese twins, who were both trying to impress Gord. The two girls had excellent taste. Gord was just absentmindedly running his fingers through Jimmy's hair. Thank goodness he had finally convinced him to grow it out and keep it a dark shade of chocolate. Although, just to annoy the prep, Hopkins often styled it in a faux Mohawk, but anything was better than that ginger homemade haircut he once sported.
The rest of the evening went by rather quickly. Too quickly in Gord's opinion. Troy took a picture of starfish-covered breasts, Jimmy sat by Gord on the Ferris wheel, and they had all helped to earn enough tickets for a ridiculous hat that the kid wanted. By the time they'd gotten back to the beach house, it was too far past curfew to return to campus. Troy passed out right away, actually curling up on the poker table. "At least the boy is somewhat courteous." Gord happily thought as he imagined himself snuggling up to Jimmy on the pitiful excuse for a bed.
"Hey Gord?" Jimmy called as he drank soda straight from the large bottle.
"Mmm… What?" Gord, who was already spread out on the mattress, groggily replied.
"Didn't you say that something big happened today?" The sleep fled right out of Gord's mind.