Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or of its characters.

Author's Note: It seems to be taking me awhile to really get any kind of an interesting plot started in the story. Sorry! :3

A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Five

Derby had made the order that all residents of Harrington House clear out that Saturday morning, but Bif didn't always listen to everything his blonde best friend said. He was perched on the wide stone railing of the balcony by the green house, just watching the trees loose the last of their red and orange leaves. He felt guilty about helping to kick Gord out of the private dorm, especially when he himself didn't even completely belong.

Derby thought that Gord would be there to pick up his belongings and did not want the other preps to associate with him, but he still was not there by early afternoon. The kid was punctual, so Bif just assumed that he had not swallowed enough of his pride to come back. Off in the distance three figures formed. Bif shrugged, it wasn't like the tall redhead was never wrong. He watched them come closer and closer. It appeared that they were so consumed with themselves that they didn't notice him, at least not Hopkins or Vendrome. The young student trailing them stared up at him with curiosity. Gord was wearing the same exact clothes that he wore the day before, was Jimmy really having that much of an effect on him?

"Lord, I cannot believe I am still in these! As soon as we arrive, I am going to change my attire." Apparently not.

"You don't seem to believe very much." James commented back and received a playful punch. Bif was surprised that they were so near that he could hear them and they still had not noticed him. He wasn't one for eavesdropping and was about to get down from his roost, when Gord jumped in front of his apparent boyfriend and smacked him hard in the shoulder with a tightly closed fist. This enticed Bif. "What the hell was that for?!"

Gord began to slightly hop from one foot to the other with two fists raised to his chest. "I have been boxing more lately, aren't you proud?" Even from the height distance, he could tell the prep was smiling widely.

Bif assumed that Jimmy would react badly. Hopkins did not seem to take much shit from anyone. "Boxing huh? I thought you said that fists were for Neanderthals and that you only bet." He somewhat lazily returned a swing, which Gord lightly caught with an open palm. "Yeah, I guess I am a little proud; you're better than you used to be."

"And I am even taller. You used to come up to my eyebrows." He joyfully laughed.

"Shut up!" This time Jimmy's fist came at a more rapid pace, seemingly catching an unexpecting Gord right in the stomach. Bif cringed; he had been there plenty of times. To keep from falling, the brunette grabbed his boyfriend's shoulder, while clutching his middle with a free arm. "God, I'm sorry. I thought you'd-" His apology was interrupted with a knee to the groin. Now both of them were grabbing at pains. The two of them began laughing, Jimmy snorting as he tried to say, "That was a good one!"

"Wha?" Bif quietly whispered aloud to himself. The couple below him seemed so… so happy, but they had just both hit each other and one below the belt! Jealousy stabbed at him and he stepped down onto the balcony's floor. Gord was lucky.

Bif didn't even attempt to contact the trio until an hour later. He kept busy by studying in his room, listening to the loud bangs and the occasional lewd shouts from Hopkins down the hall. It wasn't until they were out the main door, all carrying some of Gord's boxed belongings, that Bif jogged down to meet them. "Hello Vendrome, Hopkins." He casually greeted, as if it were a chance meeting.

"Oh," Gord's voice instantly deepened and his chest puffed out a little. It was a sad attempt to act big in front of Jimmy. "Good day to you Bif."

"So you really are moving out?"

"You would know."

An awkward silence took place for a few long seconds. Jimmy looked uncomfortable with the weight of the boxes in his arms, which seemed a lot more than the other's did. "So is that the famous Troy?"

This time James replied. "Famous?"

"I told you if you hang around with little kids people will quickly notice and assume some nasty things." Gord quietly sang out, though he had never mentioned anything along those lines out loud.

"People have been saying that you picked a protégé," Bif explained. "He looks like a good kid, but you shouldn't make him move Gord's things." The boxer plucked two shoe boxes out of his short arms and placed them at the top of Jimmy's pile. "His place will be above doing that." Troy smiled and Jimmy glared.

"If he's gonna be the new me, then why should I be lugging this crap around?"

"Because you're Gord's suitor, not the kid." Bif spoke along, before Jimmy had time to correct him. "You should let me take him out for ice-cream, maybe show him around Vale. I doubt you've taken the time to." James was going to rudely snap back, but then he remembered that he had never gotten around to it. Just like he'd never even shown the kid around the school grounds either. Bif walked off with Troy as Jimmy stood, wondering why he had never done those things. "I'll swing him back in an hour or so, when he's picked up a little class." The older prep called over his shoulder.

"Are you okay with being Hopkins' replacement?" Bif casually asked as they came in view of the new ice-cream parlor. Troy just shrugged. "Not a talker are you? Maybe that'll be for the better." Bif held the glass door open for the grade-schooler, not even receiving a thank you. He'd do just fine when he became king of Bullworth.

At first, Bif did not see him, but he did hear his unmistakably powerful voice. Derby was seated at a booth near the counter, Pinky across from him. The redhead bit down hard into his bottom lip as the blonde fed his cousin a spoonful of what appeared to be cookie dough. "Who's that?" Troy asked in a voice that was surprisingly light. He must have noticed that he had been staring at the couple, more noticeably the male. He was going to answer, but then he heard the voice of his proud leader again. Maybe he'd have to make eavesdropping his new hobby.

"I do hope that he moves out of my dorms today. I just cannot have that riffraff going on within the circle of people that others call my friends."

The tall girl absentmindedly pulled down her new Aquaberry miniskirt. They had just come in last Thursday. "I totally agree with you." she replied, sounding like something was caught in her throat. "I'm not sure if he's the only one that's that way though."

"What ever do you mean?"

She put the next spoonful of dairy treat into her mouth herself. (he knew it wouldn't be staying in her long.) "Don't you think that Bif's kinda weird?"

"Hmm…" he hummed wistfully, taking her words into consideration. The fact that he was even just doing that caused more pain in the one in question than anyone in the ring ever could. "Bif's my top man. I've never observed anything too outrageous. In fact," his speech began to quicken and he dabbed at his mouth with his napkin, to take a pause. "The guy adores me and adoration is one of the most important things that a king can receive from his serfs." Bif wrinkled his nose at that.

"I suppose, but maybe we ought to find a nice girl for him. I'm sick of kids saying my men are fairies."

"I've already made that suggestion to him before. The poor chap spends all his time studying or boxing, and has absolutely none left for a proper courtship."

Bif gritted his teeth and hissed "Thanks to you" under his breath. He felt a soft tug at his Aquaberry polo and glanced down.

The filthy boy, in his whisper of a voice, asked, "Can we get hamburgers?" To illustrate his reasoning (although Bif had a feeling the child understood that he wished to get the heck out of there) he shivered and rubbed his hands up and down his arms.

"Yeah, let's get out of here." They quietly backed out of the parlor and Bif felt eternally grateful that the door did not have a chiming system.

He ended up taking the kid to a shabby fast-food restaurant in Greaser territory. The leather jacketed grease balls usually left the tall, broad-shouldered, more-than-able-bodied boxer alone. He even had a non-prep minor with him, so there was no way that they would pick today to try and start something.

Tad, Derby, or any of the other preppies would not have dared to step a foot into the place. They would have complained that it was filth ridden or a pauper capital. It was a good thing then that Bif was a lot less like the rich kids than people knew.

"Will you be okay waiting here alone?" Bif asked the kid when they reached the clean steps of Harrington House. Troy now had a partially eaten second burger in his grasp and a note pinned to his shirt. It read: "I'm done with him. Please remember to make sure the kid bathes." Bif had received multiple scowls from middle-aged women regarding Troy's poor appearance. He was going to scribble his signature, but then decided against it. He didn't want to even wonder what would happen if Derby found out he had been babysitting Gord's new step kid, let alone that he had left a note that could have been taken in a very wrong way.

The child nodded, taking another small bite.

"Good."

Turns out Bif had also forgotten to show Troy around.

Bif retreated inside, planning on studying his chemistry textbook until he fell asleep from boredom. Perhaps he would travel down to the boxing club when he woke, mostly for appearance's sake. Derby wanted him to throw a match later that evening. Normally he did not listen in on other's conversations and cheat for sports betting, but Derby had done so much for him. Hell, he could barely even remember what normal was since the blonde entered his life.