Author's Note: Thank you readers! I'll try to get the next chapter up by tomorrow or Friday, but I can't make any blood oaths on that; I just received a few books from a series called Cirque du Freak, and I'm really loving them. They're so cute and the print is really big. :3 I love Evra.
EvilChick101: Gord and Jimmy are both cheaters, so they should be together. ^-^ Ha, what doesn't Troy know? Thanks for the review!
Woot: Haha awesome name. :3 I am very honored to have written something that people want to read! Thank you so much! There are still some chapters left to write, and my plans do not intend to change the main couple forever. Worry not! ^-^
A Boy Named Troy
Chapter Twenty-Six
Outside, alone, it was far too frigid. Gord realized that, in his rush from his mistakes, he had left his coat in the beach house. Fear, shame, and self-loathing would not permit him to retrieve it. Oh well, he did not think it would be of much help anyways.
The shaking, tear-stained prep barely made it off the creaking ramp before collapsing to his knees in the cold, sticky, mixture of snow and sand. "If only I was allowed the privilege of being numb…" he thought somewhat desperately, biting down onto his bottom lip. Gord was just not that lucky though. Icy stabbing pains crawled up his thighs, dispersing to the rest of his body from there. He thought that he could almost feel pains in his chest; it was probably just years of the metaphor of heart break ingrained into his mind. "What am I going to do?" he mumbled pitifully to himself. Tears did not slow. "I have nowhere to go. Nowhere!" his wails came slightly louder. Vendrome could return to school of course. It was, after all, the only reason as to why he was even in that town. What could he do once he arrived though? There was no dorm room that was assigned to his name and he hadn't the guts to tell Daddy about being booted from Harrington House. The brunette was unsure if he could handle Jim's kingdom at the moment either. "I have no one."
No one. The face of a wide-nosed, auburn haired, greaser boy came to mind. Gord clenched his teeth together bitterly. Vance was the reason why he was out there.
No, it would be unfair to lay the blame entirely with Medici.
Vance started it though.
But Gord could have ended it.
Still, it was unfair of the greaser to take advantage of the fragile state of mind that the prep had adorned.
He was only vulnerable the first day, but it went on for weeks.
It had been Vance's stupid choice of location where they had been caught.
It had not been Vance that led him up those concrete steps.
The weather was growing to be too much. Footprints were soon left in the white blanket of snow and they were headed towards New Coventry.
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Adorned in New Aquaberry, Gord knew to proceed much more carefully into the shady town than recently. It was never a picnic to reach the Tenements though. Vance could have stayed in his dorm or could be working on his bicycle, both of which would make his slightly dangerous trek pointless, but he had a feeling his friend was where he first assumed him to be.
His assumption proved to be correct. If he had not known better, Gord would have thought that he became invisible for the duration of his walk. All of the greasers and pungent bums, both of whom would have jumped at the chance to throw insults (at least) at the prep, left him alone. Not only did they leave him alone, but they seemed to even get out of his way. "Very strange…" Gord thought, but then dismissed it from his mind when he came upon the multi-roomed shack that was the Tenements.
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At first glance around the building that appeared as if it would topple at any moment, it seemed like nobody was around. Gord slipped in through a window that had been broken as long as the clique had been around. Following sounds of footsteps coming from the second floor, the prep, sniveling still, entered a lofty room. Two figures were in one corner, hanging off one another like common animals, while talking to a third and fourth person. Vendrome instantly recognized a girl from the first pair to be the pauper harlot that left Jimmy (and broke him in the process). Zoe was still a fool in Gord's mind. The heavyset male that had his arms around her unfairly slender waist must have been Hal, her boyfriend. He was unable to see the other two people yet, only their shadows.
"Looky at what the cat drug in!" the hefty male laughed obnoxiously when his eyes first locked onto Gord, who was just a tad past the doorway.
Zoe's gaze instantly flew to the prep, insulting him with a look of concern. One of the mystery greasers took a step forward to see what his friends were speaking of. His hair was styled like a do-it-yourself buzz cut. The prep did not recognize him. "Gord, man, are you okay?" the less than honorable female spoke, making Vendrome's skin crawl.
"Mockingbird?" It was only after his name was said that the fourth person entered Gord's vision. "Mockin'bird!" A wide goofy grin spread itself across Vance's face when he had seen with his own eyes that the prep was actually there. He walked closer, but made no move to touch the miserable looking brunette.
"Hello." Gord greeted, keeping his eyes low and a good portion of his concentration on twisting the toes of his shoe back and forth on the unstable wood flooring.
The smile dampened considerably. "You're lookin' like hell. What happened?" Gord just shook his head, feeling considerably awkward. It was one of the few times in his life he had been shy, but his reasoning was understandable; he was just a pink-shirted queen crying in front of a group that hated him. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't ya be with Jimbo?"
It was hard for him to speak. Every few words he became choked up and sounded quite odd. "I came to see you."
A blush very nearly rose to Vance's cheeks. "C'mon, let's go talk." Without even being asked, the greaser removed his leather jacket (it was the new one he had bought for him Gord noted) and placed it on Gord's shoulders. "We'll be, uh, downstairs." Medici nodded towards his friends. Zoe had a strange look on her face.
"Gord," she called as Vance led him away with one calloused hand on the middle of his back. "I'm not rat enough to say anything, but don't hurt him."
If he had been feeling stronger, Gord would have spat something back at her along the lines of, "You did a nice job of doing that yourself." But, alas, he was not.
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Neither of the two boys said anything when they first entered the cool room with a dirty mattress on the floor (one they were both familiar with). Gord noted that it was a lot darker than the other area. Vance led him to the makeshift bed and helped him sit down on it, but did not join him. The small greaser walked over to the other side of the room and leaned back against the wall, facing the prep. "Happy Valentine's Day." Gord softly croaked, a touch timidly also.
"Why aren't you with Jimmy?" The tone of his voice was no comfort, but it wasn't hurtful either. One of his booted feet joined his back on the half wallpapered wall behind him.
"He found out about us." It was hard, but Gord forced himself to look up into his friend's eyes.
"How?"
"Somebody left pictures on our—his—front step." he chuckled sourly. "Photographs always seem to cause trouble for me."
"Oh." the boy with the auburn hair looked slightly disappointed, but the emotion disappeared quickly. "Are you okay?" They both laughed at that, knowing Gord well.
"V-Vance," the prep started, wanting more than anything to be held. There was a desperate need in him to feel as if there was a pair in which he belonged.
"Yeah Mockingbird?"
The brunette breathed slowly, pushing the idea out of his mind that he was willing to say anything just to receive some form of affection. "I want to be with you."
Vance, thankfully, grinned warmly at that and made his way over to Gord. Vance kissed him fervently on the lips, not pausing for any kind of playful nipping. Vance had always been there for Gord. He ran an unpolished hand through soft brown hair. Vance truly adores Gord. The other hand was pushing down on the prep's thigh, fingers gently grasping and releasing. Vance would protect Gord, no matter what. Gord looped his tired arms around his friend's neck, trying to expel Jim.
"I wish I loved Vance."