Author's Note: I appreciate readers and reviews. Thank you all!
EvilChick101: Oh, I'm so happy that you're still reading this! I was afraid I might have lost my best reader during my absence haha. :3 Thank you very much! I was afraid that twenty-two might have came out strangely since I wrote it over a few months.
A Boy Named Troy
Chapter Twenty-Three
"Sure it's okay for you to not show up at work today?" Jimmy breathlessly asked between forceful interruptions by Trent's rough lips. He tried to ignore the sour taste that the blonde passed on.
Dominating the smaller one's body against the steel floor, he spat out a reply. "Yeah."
"I've never really had a job or nothing, but don't they usually want you to call or something?"
"It's fine." Again, the answer came short and gruff. In a strange way, Hopkins kind of missed the way that Gord would just not know when to shut up at times. He was, thank god, not allowed to dwell on conflicting thoughts for very long though. While trying to get better balance and control, Trent raised one of his arms tactlessly and crashed it up hard against the bottom of one of the grey seats. "Aw dammit to hell!" he swore loudly and backed up into a position so that he was sitting on his feet. Jimmy took this opportunity to get off his back. "Do we really have to do this here?" His voice boomed as he rubbed at the new ache.
"Where else is there?"
"You have shithole rooms all over the place."
Warm blood rushed to Jimmy's head. He didn't think Trent would remember that. "If you got caught by a prefect, that'd be some real hell." Honestly, he was more worried about Gord finding out through gossip, but there was no way he could tell that to his easily raged friend with awesome benefits.
"Don't you have somewhere off campus? By that lake, right?"
Quickly, Hopkins' dull mind tried to scramble up some probable lie. He could say that he lost it to one of the cliques, but Trent would probably just be eager to take it back with force. Another possibility would be to say that he loaned it to a friend. That wouldn't stop the blonde though. "No, I don't."
"Oh." He bought it! "This place still blows though."
"It's your fault for showing up unannounced." Holy crap! That line sounded as if it came straight out of Vendrome's snooty little mouth. From the look of the dark scowl, Jimmy guessed that the two wouldn't get along.
"Look, do you wanna start something or do you want me to screw you?" The darker haired of the two shut his trap and laid back again.
`*~~~*`
Trent had just shown up at the front gates of Bullworth Academy earlier that school day. It was a really stupid idea for him to follow through on; the guy was banned from the property because of violence, so Jimmy was pretty certain that he could get into some real shit by being there. Somehow, he didn't manage to get caught though. Jimmy, by pure chance and undeserved luck, just happened to be wandering past on an errand from Bif between classes. It made his thick skin feel cold to think about what would have happened if he hadn't found the bully as fast as he did.
Don't get things wrong though! The great king had been thrilled to see his screw buddy. Sure, maybe a little less excited than usual, but the two had just fooled around days earlier and he was afraid of Trent getting himself into even more trouble. …And it would have downright sucked if Gord figured things out and got all pissy at him.
So what was Jimmy to do with a giant blonde bully, who claimed to have a hard on so bad that he couldn't go to work or wait to get back to his place, in the middle of the school day, out in the open? He rushed him to the place they used to always go when they wanted privacy for a change. The old abandoned school bus. Sure, it was a little more cramped now that Trent had the appearance of someone on steroids, but it could work.
`*~~~*`
Northwick hurried and finished very quickly, causing more pain in Jimmy than he usually felt. Neither of them had had time to remove their shirts; Trent didn't even bother to slip his pants down very far. "Good?"
Jimmy stood and tugged his pants back on before answering. "It's been better."
"Good." Trent nodded. He had not even bothered to listen to Hopkins' reply.
"Look, I've already missed a class now, so I better get back." he braced himself for an angry reaction.
There was none. "I'll be here."
"What are you talking 'bout?"
"I'll wait around here and when your little school day is over you'll come back. Things felt kinda rushed; I'll make it up to ya." Instantly, Jimmy cheered up a little and placed Trent back in the middle of the pedestal he recently began edging off. Trying not to look too needy though, he just coolly nodded.
"Right. See ya then."
`*~~~*`
Jimmy was sure that he had on a stupid grin as he gingerly walked out through the bus doors that had broken glass. It quickly disappeared along with any color in his face when he recognized a boy crossing the blacktop towards him. Troy was marching along in a small group of girls, but didn't seem to register his guardian's presence until he was about two feet away. Puzzlement was the initial look.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Jimmy spoke loudly, trying to start things off by declaring his authority. That way Troy wouldn't be too inquisitive. Hopefully.
"It's lunch for my grade…" The look in his eyes hardened.
"Then what are you doing out here?"
"They said they heard strange noises coming out of that bus, so I told them I'd go look with them." Them must have meant the girls. Ever since Gord started dressing the boy in strange looks, Jimmy noticed him hanging around with more kids of the opposite gender. "Were you the one making them?"
"No. I heard things too, so I came to investigate." His palms grew sweatier.
"Oh… I had shop. I didn't see you go in." For a king, he was poor at keeping his cool; his hands grew more slippery and wet, and he suspected that his forehead might soon match. "How come you're not in class?"
Despite being so fricken nervous (he couldn't understand why, since he never actually agreed to he and Gord being monogamous), he managed to shrug apathetically. "Decided to skip."
The boy copied the motion, then turned to leave with the girls who looked completely confused and somewhat star struck. "Oh yeah." Troy halted his exit. "Gord told me to give you this." Reaching into his pocket, his hand came back out with a piece of paper that had been folded up numerous times. Casually, he flung it to Jimmy, but it landed on the ground near his feet. Jim couldn't be too sure if the future king meant for that to happen or not.
"He writes me these lame notes everyday. I thought you agreed not to even bother handing them off to me anymore."
"You seem like you could use it today."
`*~~~*`
"To my Jim—
I'm thinking of you again. Can you tell? Even if your adorably dense mind could, I am quite sure that it would have grown used to the feeling by now. I just wanted you to know that I care.
Love,
Your Gord."
Jimmy had picked up the note from the ground, afraid that it might get into the wrong hands. They all did pretty much say the same mushy crap over and over again. He was just going to throw it away, but forgot about it after slipping it into the front pocket of his hoodie. That is, he forgot about it until after the last bell rang. On his way to the abandoned bus that held a present in it for him that day, he felt something jab him in the stomach. On the edge of the blacktop, he retrieved the paper. There was a trash bin right there, but he decided to humor the silly prep and read it first.
By the time he finished reading the few sentences written in pretty script, he suddenly felt very tired. "Maybe once was enough for today. It'd be nice just to go home and relax for a while with the stalker and the brat. Trent probably left by now anyways."