Disclaimer: I do not own the Bully game.

Author's Note: I didn't really get a whole lot of writing done this week, which really sucks. I spent too much time playing around on my old Harvest Moon: Cute ds game. It made me curious though, so before I put up this chapter, I decided to look up Harvest Moon on here. There are almost three thousand fics written about that game! (and only four are GrayXKai which is the best couple) I was just like: C'mon people, really? I know it's an awesome game and everything, but it's about farming. Farming! Bully should have way more. …Oh and I wish a belated Happy Tofurkey Day to you all! ^-^

EvilChick101: My trip was dull, but it was the kind of dull that puts a smile on one's face. :3 This chapter is Bif and Derby, but I feel that I cannot write them quite as well as you. I love your story! ^-^

AmishGazebo: Aw, thanks! It is always nice to read your reviews.

A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Sixteen

Bif was becoming accustomed to the queasy feeling he had been harboring of late. Nearly every night since they had constructed Plan Northwick, Derby would interrogate him on whether or not the first move had been made yet. The boxer did not like the idea of his involvement at all, but it was too late now. The scheme had already been set in motion.

Earlier that day, word had been passed around campus about a little spat that Jimmy and Gord had. Less than thirty minutes after the final bell had rung, when Bif was climbing the last few polished steps to get to his room, Derby contacted him. The blonde had been leaning back against Bif's door, keeping his arms crossed his chest. (Lord, what a beautifully sculpted chest.)

"Bif, you have kept me waiting." was his relaxed greeting. The simple, harmless words instantly sent morally wrong images to the redhead's mind.

To keep suspicion off, he shrugged, "We didn't have plans."

Derby pushed forward, coming a step or two closer. From somewhere on the back of his form, he pulled out a rather large manila envelope. (Had it been tucked inside his pants, so close to that forbidden area?) With comfort of a jock level, he tossed the thin envelope to Bif. "Northwick shall be in front of that barber shop in New Coventry around eight o'clock tonight."

Eyeing the packet now in his own hands, the boxer questioned, "How do you know?"

"I have done more than enough. All you must do is make sure that Jimmy and Trent meet." Derby gracefully pushed back some of his silky blonde hair with one hand, letting his full gaze be centered on Taylor. (If only that gorgeous mouth called out the level of allure that his stunning eyes did.)

It was no surprise that Bif found Hopkins at seven ten and lied about Gord disappearing into New Coventry to do laundry.

`~***~`

Now all it seemed Bif could do was wait outside the Final Cut. Already it was fifteen past eight and he had seen no glimpse of either Jimmy or Trent. Hopkins he was not worried about in the least; the bully had informed him that he would drop off the future king of Bullworth at a friend's before checking around for his missing boyfriend. Northwick on the other hand… well Bif was reluctant to admit it, but he was a tad bit afraid of him. The guy was just so impetuous and violent. There was no telling what he would do or who he would hurt if he discovered Plan Northwick. Derby was the one who wrote the conniving play the redhead was now in, therefore no errors should have arrived. The boxer felt some comfort in reminding himself of that fact.

After another five minutes and no sign of the two boys, Bif's faith in his leader began to dwindle away. Gord might have returned home or ran into Jimmy before he had a chance to make it to New Coventry. The envelope that the boxer still held in his hands could have not been enough to lure Trent into their little trap. "What will Derby think of me if I cannot reunite Northwick with Hopkins?" Bif began to fret to himself in a very unmanly way. "How can I prove myself to him if I am the one who messes up the plan that he thought up of all by himself?"

It was when sweat had started to form on the top of his forehead that a voice snuck up behind Bif. "Yo, pretty boy better had kept up his end of the deal or else he's gonna get some of my world famous pound cake." Bif was not at all surprised when he turned to face the very short jock. He had, after all, not been able to fight his temptation of peering inside of the envelope.

"You are late. Where is Northwick?" The much taller and broader of the two was not at all intimidated by the menacing look Kirby was trying to pull off.

"First things first, where are the pictures?"

Bif took a sudden step closer to the jock, making the petit one redden a little as he flinched. "I believe I asked you first."

"Look, he said he couldn't be here for another half an hour. Had other plans." Bif grinded his teeth a little. "Can I get them back now?"

The boxer roughly tossed the envelope at the pauper's sneakers. "I must say, I was quite surprised at how dominant you can be." he chuckled evilly, though not nearly as cold as Derby could.

Kirby wasted no time snatching up the condemning photos. "Yeah, well at least I'm not afraid to screw around with the people I want to." He puffed his chest out.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

The jock began to walk away, boldly tossing back, "There's a whole lot of men around this area, ya know? You don't have to play all by yourself." Bif reddened at the outrageous implication. He did not say or do anything to prove Kirby wrong though, telling himself that he could not risk being seen with the jock by Trent any longer.

`*~~~*`

It was no less than five minutes later that the distant voices of an unconventional family traveled into Bif's ears. Off in the distance he spotted Jimmy and Troy entering the street that ran parallel to the one he was on. "Why the hell would he be wandering way out here?" Hopkins bitched loud enough for someone far away like the boxer to hear. He quickly gave some thought to how the child might interfere with the plan. The only problem he could think of was that Jimmy might be less likely to associate himself with Trent if he was with Troy, but Bif highly doubted this would happen; Jimmy did whatever Jimmy wanted, even if he was supposed to be a role model. "Just because Gord made friends with one greaser, doesn't mean that the others are gonna play nice with him."

"Gord's friends with another greaser…impossible." Bif thought to himself. "Unless he's referring to that Vance kid again."

`*~~~*`

That evening seemed to be one of waiting, for that is what Bif was forced to do for another long period of time. The boxer gave up on waiting around outside the same shop for Northwick and decided to go search for him. He had already scaled the whole pitiable town twice and was about to wander throughout random streets, when he laid his eyes on the target of the night. Now it was time to figure out what the hell he should do. About ten minutes earlier he had viewed Jimmy leaving Blue Skies alone, so he couldn't have gotten too far. He was probably still bumbling his way to the laundry mat to search for his boyfriend who (hopefully) wasn't there. Bif would just try and have faith in a plan with so many faults.

"Hey Northwick!" Bif shouted as loud as he could manage. It attracted the attention of Trent who turned to face him, but did not bother to close the vast distance between them.

"What?"

The boxer was going to have to think of something irritating enough to make Northwick go after him. "Remember Angie?" Man, his throat was going to be sore in the morning.

"Who the fuck are you?" The blonde took a few steps forward.

Best to keep it impersonal, "A student at Bullworth."

"How does it concern you? Are you her boyfriend or something?"

The mere image of having to kiss or hump the female made the boxer nearly gag. "No. Her parents are loyal customers at the bank my daddy owns." This was a complete lie. Bif had no idea whether or not she still had parents and his family was no where even close to owning banks, but the story seemed to make sense to the small brained bully, who nodded and edged forward some more. Neither spoke again until Trent was about five feet away. The redhead may have had a height advantage and years of boxing knowledge, but he was still startled by the masses of muscle that Northwick considered his arms. "Maybe this wasn't so smart." Bif was a tad worried. "But this is for Derby. My Derby." he told himself, happily ignoring the possessive pronoun. "Hey barbarian, why don't you see if you can break my nose?"

Bif was proud to be able to start a chase scene worthy of motion pictures. Sure his lungs burned by the third wrong turn he took to get to the damn barber shop and he was somewhat embarrassed to be seen running from an imbecile who shouted generic insults the entire time, but he was doing something right. The boxer breathlessly beamed, just before a patch of concealed ice took place under his feet. The world before his eyes fell with his body. Nervously, he checked behind him, sure to see the bloodthirsty lunatic ready to pounce. Luck was truly with the redhead that day though, for there was no Trent even on the same street as him. "That's funny," Bif mumbled to himself as he tenderly raised his aching behind off the sidewalk. "I don't remember being so far ahead." The boxer stood still for a few uneasy moments and still there was no sign of his chaser. Afraid that he may have lost him, Bif began to back track down the street as onlookers stared strangely at him.

It was four blocks when Tremblay finally found the man he was looking for. Trent must have seen Hopkins, because now the two were loudly, rudely, excitedly conversing. The smaller one gave his long missed friend's new arms an appreciative squeeze. By the smile on Jimmy's face, it was obvious that there would be no more searching for Gord that night. Bif felt bad for a moment, but then remembered that he could go and tell Derby all about how his ingenious plan worked.