"Good morning." Announcements. Everyone's favorite time of the day. "Over the weekend, I was notified that there was gum found underneath the seats of the new bleachers in the gym. This is a personal affront to me. I've assigned seven students as our..."

Megan sat in front of Logan at lunch. "You haven't called me back."

"Sorry. You know, I've just been distracted." Logan slowly started to repackage his lunch. "Got band rehearsals, soccer practice. I mean, you know how it is, right?"

"Okay, is that what this is about?" Megan glared. "The band?"

"No, no." Logan made eye contact with someone from another table that gestured for him to join. "That is all. You know, I gotta go. I'll call you, all right?"

"Sure you will." Megan sighed, and Connor, a few tables away, rushed over to comfort her.

"If a guy doesn't call for a few days, should the girl worry? Do guys do that? You're a guy, right?" Megan asked all at once.

"Heh. Wow." Connor didn't know how to answer.

Megan sighed into a smile. "No, I just mean, like, you're my friend. You're not, like, a 'guy' guy."

"Yeah, that's not really helping." Connor smiled weakly.

Wally stood at the end of the table, having been eating with Connor until he up and left. "What's up. Am I interrupting?"

Across the lunchroom, Dick was buying himself the atrocious energy drink that was sponsoring their school when a girl took his.

"Thanks. My favorite." She smirked.

"Could I just have-?" He went to reach for it, only to be confronted by Tommy.

"So hey, you're the lead singer of the new band, right?"

"Yeah." Dick gave up on getting his drink. Honestly, he could afford another.

"Oh, then why don't you just belt one out for us?" Tommy smirked. "Show us what you've got."

"Could you just leave me alone?" Dick begged.

"What's going on?" Wally was taller than Tommy, but at the same time he was scrawnier. Making this fight a little unfair.

The girl beside Dick eyed the group. "We're just making small talk."

"Tommy, come on, bro." Wally tried to calm him down. "Just leave him alone."

"And are you gonna make me?" Tommy got up in his face.

"You're being a creep, Tommy." Megan tried but just got brushed away.

"So if you're not gonna make me, then who's gonna make me?" Tommy poked Wally's chest on the 'you're.'

"Me." Connor muttered. "That's who."

"You?" Tommy snickered.

"Yeah." Conner confirmed.

"Yeah?" Tommy pushed Wally away.

"Yeah." Conner nodded finally.

Tommy grabbed him easily. "Yeah, okay."

"Can't-? Can't we talk this through?" Connor tried to back up.

Tommy pretended to think about it. "No, we can't talk it through, no."

"Wally?" Connor called. "Wally?"

"Yeah?" Wally walked up beside Tommy, looking over the situation.

"A little help here, please?" Conner begged.

Wally looked directly at Tommy, a few inches from his face. "No, no, I'm a lover, not a fighter, bro."

Tommy pushed him out of the way.

"Perfect." Connor muttered.

"Go help him." Megan pushed him back but Wally didn't budge.

"Can you just make it quick?" Connor asked carefully.

"Make it quick? Yeah." Tommy responded.

"I have a better idea." Artemis tapped Tommy's shoulder.

He turned, seeing Artemis with a can of lemonade. "What?"

She held up a finger. "One second." She sipped the lemonade carefully, spitting the mouthful at Tommy.

The group snickered.

"You think it's funny? Is that what it is?" Tommy glared at the group, marching right for Wally, Megan, and Dick.

The group quickly all went to defend each other, and, let's just say every member managed to get a good hit in (including Tommy, unfortunately).

"Guys, stop it. Break it up here, break it up." Wilson zipped in on his hover board. "Step away from the puddle, people. What is going on here?"

Tommy, managed to explain, his two friends on his side. "Principal Wilson, I went to go get a TurboBlast, and they just start threatening me. Next thing you know it, lemonade mouth over here spits all over me, and then this one–I don't even know his name, sir–kicks me in the–"

"Dick!" Megan turned to her friend, almost shocked that he'd do that.

"Exactly!" Tommy gasped, holding his crotch for emphasis. "And, just look at my clothes! They were trying to deliver some sort of demented Young Justice on me for getting a drink to support our school!"

"We didn't do anything!" Megan insisted, and the group protested until Slade handed out detentions.

The funny thing is, that is how they got their band name.