Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or its characters.

EvilChick101: I'm happy you liked the last chapter. I love Gord too; he's fun to write. I'm sorry, but I think you'll be disappointed with this chapter. I sure am. Thanks for the review! :3

A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Four

"James Hopkins, I cannot believe you just did that!" Gord bitched loudly, wiping at a few of the new brown spots on his teal Aquaberry sweater. He'd just finished telling Jimmy exactly everything that had happened earlier between him and his leaders, making the mistake of coming closer to the king as his story came to an end. Jimmy literally spewed out the dark bubbly liquid in his mouth.

Jimmy ignored Gord's complaints over his stupid shirt. "You're kidding me, right?"

"Good lord, this better not stain."

"Gord? This is just some lame joke?!"

"Aw, and I just bought this too."

"You're fucking kidding me!" This time, the words that loudly came out Jimmy's mouth were not asked. He was sick of the prep not listening to him.

Gord actually shook a little and whimpered as he finally answered Jimmy about what he was talking about. "W-What? Why would I joke about something such as that?" The guy made a good point. Frustrated, Jim pulled out a chair from the table, the one that his young friend was snoozing on, and slammed his body down on it. Man, the kid could sleep.

"Dammit Gord, why would you say something so stupid to the head of your clique? You preppies should know by now that you're the most hated group around. You should keep safety in numbers."

"Hey!" Gord started to claim back some of his whiny courage. "I was sticking up for you." he retorted, heading into the back where the bathroom was. From the corner of his eye, Jimmy could see him strip off his pop covered sweater. Soon enough he could hear the sink running. "And do not call me a preppie." Gord threw in as he returned, shirtless. Jimmy liked the sight, quite a bit. For a snob he was pretty toned, and his light olive-tone skin was much better than Jimmy's own, which was dead pale in winter and tanned strangely in the summer. Looking was something he wouldn't admit to though.

"Where's your shirt?" he coolly asked.

"I hung it up to dry on the shower door."

"Oh." Gord went back to sit on the bed, leaving Jimmy trying hard to concentrate about the situation at hand.

Finally, after learning that keeping his eyes shut kept his mind thinking, Jimmy had an idea. "Hey, why don't I just talk to Derby? The guy still sucks up to me like crazy."

Gord jumped up into a seated position, and bellyached, "That would be simply horrid."

Jimmy growled. So much for trying to help. "Why?"

"How would I be able to face anybody? I would look like a fool, needing my boyfriend to solve my problems for me."

Too tired to argue, he simply nodded in agreement. Those richies could be hell, and he'd never have to live with all of them. "Couldn't you just say you're sorry?" Gord just raised an eyebrow at that. "I already said Troy could stay here. Do you expect him to sleep on that thing every night?" It was no surprise when the prep just shrugged. "Can't you just stay in one of my other rooms? I've got that one in the comic store, and on the football field, and, uh, oh yeah there's that one in New Coventry that I barely use."

He replied with a snooty look, "Too nerdy, too sweaty, and do you really think I would survive one day living in the room you stole from the greasers?"

"Well then why the hell not just get a normal dorm room?"

"That would be impossible Jim!" The stouter one didn't have to ask why again before the prep explained. "I just do not have the money. Sure, I get a nice allowance from mummy, and yes I do make some green from betting, but it is not enough to pay for a dorm and go shopping."

"That's bullshit." Jimmy stated casually.

"Plus, I cannot let Daddy know that I have been booted from Harrington House. It brings him immense joy to know that his son lives there." Now Gord was beginning to beg, bringing a sly smile across a freckled face. "Please! You must let me stay here! I will do anything, even live with that little brat, just do not make me live in the common dorms."

Jimmy was beginning to give in. "You gotta get a mattress or something for Troy."

"Anything!" Gord rose to his feet.

"And you can't do anything weird with the kid. I've already got enough people suspicious at me 'bout it."

The prep nearly ran to Hopkins, basically leaping into his lap like a spoiled puppy. "I wouldn't dream of it!" Jimmy shifted around uncomfortably with the new weight on him; he didn't need Gord to know exactly how much influence he could hold over him. Their chests were pressed together as the natural brunette snaked his arms around Jimmy's shoulders and nuzzled his face into his neck. "Thank you so much." Gord whispered, making goose bumps spread over Hopkins' body as the slow movement of the prep's lips tickled the thin skin.

"No problem." was what he was going to try and say as normally as he could, but a mouth was crushed on his before he had the chance. It was probably one the only times he didn't mind being interrupted by Gord.

Another interruption came though, this time thoroughly pissing off Hopkins. Troy had still been asleep and Gord was nicely situation above him on the sturdy chair when the knock came on the door. "Ignore it." Jimmy quietly barked. The prep would have happily complied, had the knocker not opened the door and stepped in.

"Whoa Jim, I'm really sorry!" The intruder sounded as flustered as Jimmy felt, pushing Gord off of his lap. With nose in air, the prep sauntered back onto the bed, falling into it on his back.

"Hello…" Gord tried to greet their new guest, but clearly forgot his name. Jimmy was busy jumping to his feet and smoothing out his long grey shirt.

"It's Pete." The red-faced, pink-shirted, head boy filled in.

"Right." was the last thing that the rich kid said before turning childishly on his side, pouting.

"Petey, what do you want?" Jimmy asked, still clearly agitated.

"Sorry," Kowalski kept his gaze lowered, probably regretting the first rude thing he had ever done in his life. "I've been looking for you at all the usual spots, and I didn't even think that Gord would be over."

"Looking for me huh?" Jimmy made his way over behind the bar. There were a few dusty glasses that were left over from when the preppies ruled the place. He grabbed two and the half empty bottle he had been drinking from. When he rejoined his shy friend, he handed him some of the poured pop. "You know, it's way past curfew. I'm surprised you're out so late."

"Oh well, you know," he nervously took a sip. "I was attending to some business before I started looking. The head boy position allows me to come late."

"I'm sure it does." Before Pete could realize the joke, Jimmy went on. "So what's up?"

"I was wondering if you could go to Blue Skies with me next weekend, like Saturday…?"

"Why?" He was suspicious.

"Oh just, you know, to meet up with somebody."

"Who?"

"Nobody too important, just Gary wanted to see you and I told him that I'd bring you." Petey spoke quickly, hoping to escape his friend's ears.

"Wait- what? Gary? As in Gary Smith? As in Gary Smith who turned the whole school against me last year?!"

Pete waved his arms defensively. "B-But you're the king now Jimmy."

"That's right." he spit, hoping that Gord wouldn't hear it. "What's the creep doin' in Blue Skies?"

"Well no school would take him." Here Jimmy scoffed. "So he's stuck working at a factory over there. Please, he just wants to talk."

"Shouldn't he be at Happy Volts?"

"He was there for a few weeks, but they've got him all straightened out. He's taking his medicine now."

"So you've been seeing him?" He crossed his arms while he fished out a reason to be mad.

"Jim, don't do this to me." Pete begged, again making Jimmy smirk. "I've known Gary for a longer time than I've known you."

Hopkins noticed the breathing movements of his male friend on the bed slowing down, and decided to quickly get rid of the head boy. "Fine, I'll consider it."

"Really?!" He immediately brightened. "You mean it Jim?"

"Yeah, I guess I could be good with that." He started to usher Pete out towards the door.

"Hey, I didn't see that Troy was over here! How's he doing?"

"Fine, now get out." He grumbled, opening the door and grabbing the glass from his friend's hand.

"I'll see you later then."

"Bye."

Finally he had gotten Pete out and before Gord fell asleep and Troy woke up too. "Come back over here." he demanded, taking his seat again.

The prep sat up but only rubbed his eyes. "I'm tired."

At first disappointment stabbed at him, but then Jimmy yawned. "Meh, I suppose I am too." He joined the other on the mattress, stumbling a few times on the way. As soon as he was down Gord snuggled up real close, shivering slightly. "Guess he never put his shirt back on. No wonder why Petey was so flustered." he thought to himself as he put an arm around the teen boy. "So all I have to do is show up somewhere and let you stay here; I guess that's not so bad."

"Well…" Gord carefully prodded.

Jimmy snarled, but sleep caused it to be less ferocious as it could have been. "What?"

"I need you to help me move my stuff, and tidy this pigsty up, and…" he quickly continued on. Jimmy rolled his eyes. So much for doing people favors this year too.