Disclaimer: I don't own "Newsies" and Disney scares me, so I doubt I ever will. Italics are lyrics. The lyrics are by a band called Common Rotation. I don't own them either, if I did they'd still live on the East Coast.
"Heaven help me I don't believe in man Never spoke to god And the devil won't shake my hand"
Spot sat on the windowsill on top of the stairs. He found it was the best place to survey the rest of the cretins that went to his school. Mostly they were afraid of him, and he preferred it that way.
"See anything new Spot?"
He let his patented smirk cross his lips, but kept his gaze focused on the students making their way into the building. "Well Jacky-boy a few of the seniors think they can look me in the eye, but I'll make sure that stops soon."
Jack hopped up to sit next to him. "You're not going to be satisfied until everyone in this school thinks you're a homicidal maniac."
Spot briefly looked at the boy next to him. "Well I still talk to you don't I? Plus I don't think Davey is all that afraid of me."
Jack chuckled. "Nah. That's because he figures if you wanted him dead, he'd be dead already."
Spot shrugged. "Probably true. At least he let me copy his Chem notes last year. I'll probably need him for Marine Bio this year too, so I'll keep him around."
Jack smirked. "You'd better. He's my date to the prom."
"Heaven help me I will not live in fear But it's too much truth to take When you are not sincere
What is it on earth you ask That isn't out on a limb When a fat chance in my mind In yours could be so slim
Well hey there sister sad eyes It's a nobel prize right there You may ask me where I've been But don't ask me why I care"
Spot hopped down from his perch and made his way over to the Junior lockers. Searching the crowd of his classmates (not peers, never peers) he heard a voice over the din of the crowd.
"It is not my fault you don't know how to play blackjack. Next time we'll just play Go Fish if that makes you feel any better."
Spot quickly smiled at the exchange, but his expression quickly sobered when he saw someone looking at him. "What do you want?"
The kid quickly shut his locker and scurried away while mumbling, "Sorry."
"Jackass" Spot quickly made his way toward the voice. Though it did help that most of his classmates would get out of his way at this point. He saw Blink and Racetrack leaning against the lockers laughing. Silently he made his way behind Race and put his arms around his waist.
"Hey Spot. How'd the surveying go?" He quickly kissed Spot on the lips.
"I got a few Seniors to take care of, but so far nothing too bad." Spot rested his chin on Race's shoulder. "How much did you lose Blink?"
Blink laughed. "Mush is going to kill me. I'm not going to be able to pay for the movie this weekend and we always take turns, so yeah."
Race cocked his eyebrow. "The day Mush kills someone is the day I become a nun."
Spot smirked. "I don't know, the boy is far too laid back. One day he just may explode. So have fun explaining to him that you lost the movie money, Blink."
"Shut up!"
