Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or its characters. Although I do own Lawford (Troy), and they can never take away my personality-deprived pipsqueak. Haha… ^-^;;

Author's Note: This chapter is my shortest so far (a typed page and a half), but I honestly could not think of how to make it stretch out more without getting too repetitive. I've always like Trent and Jimmy together. Although, my little fic is starting to make me not like them as much. (is that vain of me?)

EvilChick101: Johnny is quite devious. Just think of what could happen if he ever got rid of Lola; he'd have a lot more time to scheme. . …. . I'm feeling pretty good right now, thanks for your concern! :3 I'm gonna play Kingdom Hearts Recom for the first time tomorrow. . Riku and Sora are so totally gay for each other. (and Demyx for Zexion)

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Thank you! :3

A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Nineteen

Jimmy grinned breathlessly as he sat himself up on the awful teal carpet. His nose was bleeding slightly and there were going to be a few bruises on his body the next day, but he felt foolishly thrilled. It was hard to tell whether he had gotten into a fistfight or just had sex. He missed the questioning feeling though. He missed how rough things could become and how every physical conflict ended in the same dirty fashion. Jimmy had missed Trent.

"Was it good for you?" Northwick asked out of formality as he stretched to his feet. He was completely in the nude, taking comfort in his rented apartment. Hopkins was sure that he would feel the exact same out in public; Trent had gotten even more in shape than he was before the incident. His pale skin was pulled tightly over every toned muscle in his body. It was pure man brutality and it turned Jimmy on.

"Yeah." Jimmy started to quickly pull on his clothes, ashamed of the flab he had.

"It's nice doin' business with you again."

"Yeah." he nodded, relaxed in his shirt and pants again. He knew Trent didn't show or talk about emotions and crap like that, but he couldn't resist himself (perhaps Gord's passive aggressiveness was rubbing off). "You wouldn't have had to miss it if you never would have left."

"Hey, I had to go." he had not raised his voice or anything. The old Trent might have punched out the king's lights in the past for saying this. "I gotta become a star. And baby, stars don't stay in one place all the time." At least some things never changed.

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"So what have you been up to anyways?" Jimmy asked as he sat on top of a plastic crate in Trent's one room apartment. The blonde guy occupied himself in his fridge before dropping down onto a wooden chair with a tall, dark brown, glass bottle. He sloppily brought it to his lips before answering.

"What?"

"Where did you go when you were gone?"

"Oh that." Trent wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I went back home at first, but my step-ma was gone and my pop's a bitch. Then I took a bus for awhile. Got to some city and I met up with a chick."

"A chick? I thought the Trentster didn't do the lady thing."

"She was different. Best years of her life were behind her and all she had to show for it was a big empty house and an agent job."

"Oh." Jimmy nodded. He had a feeling of where this was going and didn't particularly like it.

"Yeah!" Trent smiled real wide, like a bozo. "The chick got me some headshots and shit like that, and all I had to do was service her for a few months."

"I see she gave you alcoholism too." Jimmy thought bitterly.

"The old bat didn't mean anything to me though." This perked Hopkins' attention. "So it's not like I went behind your back or anything." With a little guilt, the king shifted around on the barely sturdy box. "What have you been doing?"

"Oh, you know, just patrolling Bullworth and that type of stuff. I took in a kid to take my place."

"Uh huh, uh huh," It was obvious that he did not care. "Who have you been doing?"

Jimmy shrugged. Everything was eerily silent, waiting for him to answer.

The blonde laughed obnoxiously. "C'mon, I know you. You've probably been nailin' a ton of the students. I wouldn't even be surprised if you got with a teacher. That art one always seemed kinda loose." He playfully punched the younger one in the arm, not noticing the flinch and look of pain that it caused. "Did you get with Kirby?"

"No."

"Well you should. All those sports is good for him, if you know what I mean."

Hopkins was beginning to grow sick of hearing about the questionable sex life of Trent. His skin crawled just thinking about what the guy could have. "Thank who ever the hell made condoms." The king decided against saying anything about his live-in roommate, who he thought he might have loved. According to Trent, the emotion was a way in which he could be considered a cheater of their open relationship, and he feared for Gord's safety.

Jimmy wasn't exactly sure why he needed Trent so much. Before he knew his old fling was back around, he had been happy with the guy he made out with on weekends. Sure they fought a lot more a few weeks ago, but he had been content. It was fun to have a guy who got pissy when upset and not violent. Gord was good for Jimmy. The ex-prep needed, advised, and basically worshipped him. Those things were all nice. Much nicer than just slouching awkwardly while Trent drank himself stupid. "So why is Trent even that great?" Maybe it was the single fact that Northwick had left him. Left him like his dad did, like his mom did. Only those two never really came back.