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.
A/N: My basis of my school schedule is from when I was in high school. It goes like this: 3 periods a day 90 mins each, with a 45 min activity period between the 1st and 2nd period. Lunch goes in 3 intervals during 2nd period, and is a half an hour. Homeroom is 15 mins at the beginning of the day. Every class meets every other day.
"Why don't I ever see any old punks?I guess they change their minds or die Beaten by the greetings of "Enchanté" By the girls who read Oscar WildeNow I was always one of the serious sortBut I let the comics show me aroundI know I didn't laugh much but boy did he tryAnd all the time I'd be frightened by the sound"
"God damn it."
Spot turned to look at who would actually dare to curse at him, or anyone he associated with. He was a short guy, even shorter than Racetrack, with a stocky build. Spot searched his memory trying to remember if he knew him.
Blink was the first to speak. "Can we help you…uh?"
"Morris. I'm new, and you are leaning on my locker."
Blink moved from his spot, and gave the guy a good-natured pat on the arm. "Sorry buddy. I'm Ryan, by the way, but most people call me Blink for obvious reasons. This here is Anthony, the school's bookie…"
Morris snorted. "You think I actually want to know who these fags are?"
Racetrack winced. "Shouldn't do that, not healthy."
Spot's look of disinterest dissolved off his face. It was replaced with what Jack had dubbed his "psycho smile".
Morris rolled his eyes. "And why is that, fairy?"
Blink cleared his throat. "As I was saying, Anthony or Racetrack is the resident bookie and this is his boyfriend Spot, the resident psychopath."
Just then the bell for homeroom sounded. "Just stay away from my shit. I don't want to have to disinfect it."
Spot's eyes just followed Morris down the hall. "Code Pink. Activity period. Right here."
Racetrack laughed. "Why are you even bothering with the bum? He'll get it sooner or later."
Spot's cool gaze suddenly danced. "Well I just found my perfect example to show the school that I still deserve some respect, or fear…whichever. Tell David and Jack in homeroom. Blink you talk to Mush. I'll tell Specs and Dutchy. See you here right at the beginning of Activity Period."
"Now I searched the needleAnd I bide my timeAnd I waited patiently for offstage linesBut the things that you put byAren't easily wonAnd your favorite songs of TexasAre ones you can hum
So hide all your daughtersBuckle your sons'Cause while she'll be skewering your insidesWe'll be having all the fun"
Spot made his way into homeroom and chose the windowsill next to the heater for his perch. Specs was sitting on the heater with his legs wrapped around Dutchy, he was running his hands through Dutchy's hair.
"Hey Specs, you still have the invitation template?"
Specs looked over at Spot. "Already? Someone pissed you off this quick?"
Spot rolled his eyes. "Yes or no?"
Dutch didn't even open his eyes. "It's in his backpack."
"Good. So the location is Greenly field, the name is Morris, and pummel works for the body. You have computer science first today right?"
Specs sighed. "Yeah. I'll print it out then."
"Bumlets is in that class too, right?"
"I believe so."
"Give the invitation to him, and tell him to give it to the baboon who will start yelling at our code pink."
Dutchy's eyes shot open. "Code pink? Nice. And I thought today was going to be boring."
Spot smiled. "So we'll see you at Locker 323 at the beginning of Activity?"
Specs chuckled. "Has Dutchy ever missed a code pink?"
"So hide all your daughtersBuckle your sonsOh loose lips sink more than ships Will be the headline that runs Leave your car at the stationAnd take the train into townYou see, we don't solve your problems hereWe just work our way around
If you give me the line to drawThen I will followWe just work our way aroundIf you give me the line to drawThen I will followWe're the lost and found"
Spot let off his psycho smile to his classmates as he made his way over to the Junior lockers after his 1st period class. Racetrack was already waiting.
"Hello gorgeous. Ready to get started?"
"The others coming?"
Race snaked his arms around Spot's waist. "Are you kidding?"
As if on cue they heard a loud slam to their left, and saw David being pinned by an over zealous Jack. And then a moan to their right as Dutchy and Specs began making out. Blink and Mush arrived and sat down next to Spot and Race. Mush winked at Blink who quickly answered by kissing him.
"I love code pink." Spot grabbed the back of Race's head and pulled it close into a hard kiss of lips, tounges and teeth. Race pushed Spot up against the offending locker with a loud slam.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Morris dropped all his books at his feet and began flexing his fists.
Bumlets tapped him on the shoulder. "So I take it you're Morris then?"
Morris turned toward him. "What's it to you?"
"Well this is from Spot, who is the skinny one pressed up to your locker." Bumlets took out a piece of paper from his backpack.
Spot Colon cordially invites you to be pummeled
Today at Greenly field at 3 P.M.
Please R.S.V.P. immediately
"What?"
Bumlets sighed. "This is Spot's way of challenging you to a fight. He just can't do it on school property anymore, because then he'll get expelled. I need an answer."
Morris fumed. "Well why don't I just go tell a teacher what they're doing."
Bumlets started tapping his foot. "Well if you hadn't noticed you have an audience, so I'm pretty sure that every teacher in the school knows about the code pink. They won't break it up though, because Dutchy, the one with the blonde hair and glasses, well his Dad is a lawyer. They tried to make Specs and Dutchy tone it down freshman year and his Dad threatened to sue the school, so none of the teachers will come anywhere near here."
"Bumlets!" Bumlets turned around to see who was yelling his name.
"Hey Mr. Denton!"
Morris snorted. "Ha. He'll have to break it up."
Mr. Denton surveyed the area with David, Jack, Spot, Racetrack, Mush, Blink, Specs and Dutchy still going at it in the backround. "So you're the one who caused a code pink on the 1st day of school? Congratulations I think you're the quickest person to piss off Spot since Freshman year. So are you in or out?"
Morris's eyes bugged out of their sockets. "What? You mean you know about the fight?"
Mr. Denton laughed. "Well obviously not the exact details, but I have figured out the way Spot works, and I see the invitation is already in your possession, so while I'd like to stay and chat, Mr. Jonathan sent me out to stop the code pink, because you're blocking the way to the faculty lounge. So your answer please?"
"Fine, yeah. I'll kick his ass."
"Well lovely. Since you're new around here I'd say follow the crowd after school, and you should find your way fine. Spot!"
Spot pulled away from Racetrack, who immediately started working on his neck. "Hey Mr. Denton, what's up?"
"So Spot I believe you proved your point to Morris over there, and he has accepted your challenge. Mr. Jonathan really wants to get to the teacher's lounge, so do you think you can take this elsewhere?"
"Elsewhere like your classroom?"
"Well you know that I can't allow you to go into my classroom for this purpose, but I also don't have to remember to lock it. See you later boys!"
Mr. Denton only got a few muffled responses.
