Disclaimer: Yo holmses, I do not own Bully.

Author's Note: Chapter eight and chapter nine will be short, but I said all I needed to in them.

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A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Eight

"Bif!" Jimmy had decided to cut through the school on his way back from his meeting with an old enemy. The sky was already starting to grow dark, so he probably shouldn't have been detouring through jock itch land, but then he saw the prep. "What the hell are you doing here? Better not be starting shit." he shouted, not even nearing a yard away.

The giant rich fighter waved his hands nervously in the air. That was strange. "Please keep your voice down." Bif was standing in the middle of the path leading to the football field. His back was to the land were pea brained asses tackled each other.

"Why're you in jock territory?" Jimmy spoke in a reasonable volume when he was directly in front of the red boxer. He locked his hands on his hips and somewhat squinted up, trying to get across the point that he meant business. Then again, when did he not mean business?

"I am on guard duty."

"What?"

Bif threw a sigh as if it were a perfect explanation. Jimmy's glaring eyes convinced him to dumb it down. "Pinky saw a romantic scene of a film where a couple showed their undying… love" there was disgust written all over his high-nosed face. "In a field. She thought it was something that she deserved and this was the closest thing Derby could find to a meadow."

"Oh." Jimmy peered around the Goliath and, sure enough, two shadowy figures on a blanket were going at it. "Gross." he commented, shrugging.

Bif nodded. "Derby paid the sports team off, but wanted me to stand here, just in case."

Before trudging off, as he should have done after seeing that disturbing of a situation, Jimmy thought of how to take advantage of the moment. "Hey Bif?"

"Yes?"

"Derby isn't too serious about kicking Gord out, is he? I think he and the kid will rip each other's throats out if they have to live together much longer."

"I am afraid that he has made-up his mind." Hastily, Bif threw in, "Sorry."

Jimmy sighed, though he didn't expect any other response. "Well, at least he's not hiring someone to off Gord or anything." he chuckled weakly, like Petey.

Bif did not join him.

`~***~`

By the time Jimmy stumbled into the beach house, it was pitch black outside. At his side he held a white plastic bag of takeout food. He looked around, wondering if what he saw was real. The place was clean. Not just clean though, all of their crap was put into a place where it should have belonged. "Damn." he whistled appreciatively. Troy had been standing on a chair in a corner, attempting to wipe away final spider webs. At the sound of his guardian, he hopped down and ran up to him, taking the bag. Even the kid looked cleaner. "Where's Gord? I brought dinner."

Troy shrugged and brought the bag to the bar. He scampered to the shelves hidden on the inside of the bar and brought out some plates. "He's with his greaser friend." Just hearing that clique's name nearly made Jimmy want to hurl. He knew he was supposed to be impartial and the peace keeper and everything, but still…

"So you cleaned this dump up?" Jimmy asked after he and the kid were parked in front of their new TV. They now each had some spaghetti on a plate that would have once been considered fine china. There had been meatballs, but they seemed to disappear as soon as the white Styrofoam container was opened. Troy nodded. "So what did Gord do all day then?"

"Took me out to get some new clothes. That's where we ran into the greaser at." Jimmy now noticed the unfamiliar white shirt that Troy was wearing. He tried not to smile; for some reason it looked really nice.

Maybe the prep he fooled around with and the kid he watched over could get along. "That was nice of him."

Some time passed where the two just ate in silence. "Oh yeah," Jimmy suddenly remembered. "I forgot to grab your clothes back from the laundry mat today. Guess we'll have to get them tomorrow."

Troy smirked. "Guess so."