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A Boy Named Troy

Chapter 11

"I fucking hate snow!" Gary griped while slumping forward to accommodate the weight of the kid perched on his shoulders.

"Gary! You can't swear in front of Troy." Petey scolded. His boyfriend may have been a natural with the child, but that did not mean he didn't have some cleaning up of his act to do.

"The brat doesn't care, does it?"

"Fuck no." Troy quietly replied with a proud look on his face. Pete rolled his eyes as the other two laughed.

Three out of the past four Saturdays, the odd couple looked after Troy while Gord and Jimmy went on dates. Pete was a little jealous at first that the royal pair got to go have fun together, but then he saw how Gary's eyes lit up around the kid. It was nice to be able to make believe that he had a family that wanted him, even if only for a day a week. Plus, a child in the house gave him an excuse to not putout every time he visited the genius. The only problem with babysitting Troy was the part that they were now on, taking him back. It was early December and a light sleet was already covering the ground. Jimmy couldn't expect them to travel the long distance on foot through heaps of snow, could he? Sure Gary was finally on a lower dosage that he could take without immediately becoming a vegetable afterwards, but he still needed rest for work.

There was also a political benefit of agreeing to take in Troy. Jimmy and Gord were getting along better than ever before, and positive results could be seen in Jim's ruling. The broad bully was becoming less likely to jump straight to conclusions and his indecisive problem (the one that Petey, regrettably, would have to admit that everyone was becoming aware of) was clearing up a tad bit. If Gord could keep making the king happy, then Bullworth might stand a chance of keeping its monarchy and the vague peace it brought between the cliques.

As they strolled past the factory where Gary slaved away his life, a voice called out from the shadows. "Smith." Petey jumped and his eyes darted over to the eerie building's high chain link fence. Leaning against it, one leg up behind him and arms crossed in front of his chest, was an awfully large man. Pete stared for a second. Hadn't he seen this guy before? Gary began to walk towards the mystery man, leaving Kowalski behind momentarily.

"What?" When the three neared into the dimly lit area, Pete could now see the guy clearly. He had greasy skin, tangled blonde hair, and arms that could probably rip the shy head boy in half.

"Gosh, this guy's like a beefed out Troy." he thought to himself, but knew that wasn't exactly it.

The guy stepped away from the fence, showing just how bigger he was and filling their noses with the stale scent of alcohol. "Told me you could show me where Hopkins is at tonight." Trent! That's who it was! Petey had nearly forgotten all about the violent wannabe-star, but now it was obvious. And then the wheels began to turn and things clicked into place.

"Oh man…" he softly spoke aloud, making Gary check back at him, but not even alerting the booze-soaked oaf. This time, Petey kept quiet while pulling things together inside his head. "Trent and Troy are nearly identical; it's no wonder why Jim was instantly drawn to the kid. Does he realize that though? Does Gord? Gord's sharper than him, so he must have, and that would explain why he doesn't seem to like Troy very much. Trent… Trent… Did Jimmy ever get over him? He must have! He's with Gord now. Poor Gord. The guy's so overdramatic that it would probably kill him if he knew Trent was around again. Wait… didn't Trent just say that he wanted to see Jimmy tonight?"

"Oh yeah, I nearly forgot about your request. I've been terribly busy lately, what with all the banquets I've been hosting and—"

Trent cut Gary off from his sarcastic remark. "You are going to bring me to Jimmy's." He cracked his knuckles loudly.

"Please say no, Gare!" Petey silently screamed, even though he was frightened by conflict.

Gary's head moved back slightly, no doubt looking up at Troy, and his hands tightened around the kid's shins. You could almost hear his teeth grit together. "Of course I will. Just follow us, we're on our way there now."

"Now what's going to happen?! If Gord leaves Jimmy, then he might not ever get back to his old self. I can't be head boy of a Bullworth with clique problems as bad as last year! I cannot let Trent get near the beach house!"

Pete may have been short, but he could move his legs ably enough to keep up with the long strides of Gary. Trent was a different story. He had always been slow moving at school, but now that he probably weighed fifty pounds more from his new muscles and was drunk, his steps were sluggish and kept him behind the three by a few feet. "When did you see Trent?" Petey whispered and then peeked back to see if the blonde had heard. Nope.

"He got sucked into the same hell as I did. He's on a different floor, but everyone has lunch at the same time. I had the honor of him recognizing me."

"We can't let him get to Jimmy!" He kept his voice hushed, but couldn't help nervously looking back at a more-than-half out of it Trent.

"Why not? The guy's got more steroids pumped into him than all the jocks combined, but I think Bullworth's amazing, terrific, faultless king can handle him. And if he can't, oh well. A few weeks in a nice hospital is nothing compared to Happy Volts."

"It's not that. Trent and Jimmy used to… well you know." Gary raised the eyebrow that his trademark scar ran through. "They weren't dating, but they still did things."

To that Gary laughed raucously. "Oh that is just great, magical even! Big mean Jimmy is a fairy!" Petey narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, trying to communicate that Jimmy wasn't the only one. As the maniac brunette's triumphant laugh finally began to dissipate, he wiped a tear from his eye and spoke again. "What, did they get into a lover's quarrel or something? I'm not going to help Hopkins get out of his romantic problems."

"But what about Gord…" Pete bit his lip and looked up, trying his hardest to milk any kind of a cute angle he could get.

"Who the hell is Gord?"

"Vendrome? One of the preps?" Gary just shook his head. "Well he's Jim's boyfriend," a snigger escaped the taller one's lips. "And he's been staying with Troy and Jimmy at the beach house—"

"Wait, so the queen's actually living with a guy?"

"Yes!" Kowalski let a little frustration make his speech louder. This required him to do another check behind them. Trent was losing more ground, wobbling ahead with his hands in his front pockets. Quieter once again, Pete returned to his explanation. "I'm afraid of what Trent might do if he gets angry. I mean, he'll know right where to find them."

Gary nodded slowly. "Don't worry, I have no plans of taking the lush with us the whole way." Pete sighed out relief. Before they kept cautiously quiet, Gary looked up at Troy (the best that he could manage) and asked, "Hey kid, do you like boys or girls."

Without hesitation, Troy happily answered, "Girls."

"Hmm… interesting."

"What did you ask that for?" Petey snapped a little, annoyed that his boyfriend was bothering a child about sexual orientation.

"Swearing is contagious, yet homosexuality is not. Maybe southern hicks should take a lesson from this kid."

`~***~`

When they first stepped onto the bridge leading out of New Coventry and onto Bullworth grounds, Gary stopped. Petey copied the halt. Trent had fallen about thirty feet behind them; it was a wonder he had been able to keep up at all. With the careful ease of a parent, Gary knelt down onto his knees and allowed Troy to hop off his shoulders, with Pete's help. "I wouldn't trust Northwick sober, and I sure as hell don't in this condition." he started, rising back to his full height. He stretched out before continuing, "I want you to take the kid back by yourself, femme."

Kowalski was truly touched, almost enough to be moved to tears. The only things that kept his face dry were the icy breeze and the fact that he'd never be able to live it down. "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about; I'll take care of him." Trent was still quite a ways off, but Smith didn't dare risk letting the bully see him do anything more than roughly pat Pete on the top of his shorthaired head. The head boy frowned, but it was mistaken for fear. "Look, I'm one of the only things with more than half a brain that this crap-hole town has ever seen. I can outsmart Northwick." The buff blonde was coming closer. "All I have to do is lead him in the wrong direction and then lose him. Judging by the basic skills he's managed to retain, he won't even remember tonight at work tomorrow."

Petey nodded. "I'll call you in the afternoon."

Trent was only six or seven feet off as Gary leaned down to tightly embrace Troy, an action so human that some might not have been able to believe it was the same guy who once took over the school. "Good lookin' kid. Who is he?" the bully drunkenly shouted.

Smith immediately rose up, jerking his head forward to signal for the two to get lost. "He's a little young for you, don't you think?" Even from the distance, they could all plainly see the menacing glare that resulted from the smart-alecky comment. "The brat is just my brother."

`~***~`

Petey and Troy just concentrated on putting as much distance as they could between themselves and Trent at first. It wasn't until they had gotten into Old Vale that the younger of the two spoke up. "That man used to be with Jimmy? How old is he?"

"Believe it or not, but Trent should be a senior at Bullworth right now."

"Why isn't he?"

"Well, he got into a bit of trouble over summer vacation." The child nodded in response to the vague explanation. Petey stopped for a moment and turned to his companion that was even shorter than he was at that age. "Listen, you cannot tell Jim that we saw Trent. It would ruin everything."

Troy wrinkled his nose at that. "I know that! I'm not deaf; I could hear everything you and Gary talked about." Now it was time for Petey to make the motion of nodding. The kid was right. They began to move forward again. "Ya know, I actually like Gord more than this Trent dude."