I decided to go ahead and do some Shout Outs for this fic:

Blinks-Tiger: Blink the demented pirate, I love it too. And I can't help the staring, the blank computer screen is just so hyp... no... tiz... ing...

Fearless: Whoo hoo! Glad ya liked the last chapter.

SparksdaNewsie: Sugar ROCKS! Hehe, you keep hours like I do. Oooo! Slash in my review! So cool. Shiney stuff is very cool, I'd be distracted as well. Whoa, you've got a full house of muses don't 'cha? And talk about insanity much? Haha! Insanity is awesome, keeps all those weird normal people away. *glares at weird normal people* Dangit, I want a house full of off the wall newsie muses too.

Pervy Newsie Fancier: I'm giving you the Golden Pie Award just for having such an awesome name. Pervy newsie fanciers rock! Spot is a better sex-god than Jack (which I really don't think is too much of a sex-god at all, but Davey does). Uh oh. You're gonna stalk and main me if I don't update soon enough? Ha! Try getting past my Pie!Muse. *Pie!Muse runs away and hides under the couch* You wimp! Hehe, I don't want to be maimed, so here's the next chapter.

Moods: On days I can relate to Duckie too. I've had a few people say they think they belong in St. Vincent's as well. Hmmm, maybe me too. I love Blink the demented pirate! Weirdness is okay, it's just a step below insanity which is totally okay. I won't crash and stare, promise. Even if the blank computer screen is so hyp... no.. ti-- *shakes off hypnotizing effects*

Cards: Awww, my story if luffled. Hear that Pie? It's luffed!

Falco: Staring can be good, 'specially when there is eye candy in the view. Ruin'll probably kick him in the throat, but we'll have to wait and see what happens.

Keza: Whoo hoo! I have a seal of approval! Nah, not as many frequent updats I don't think. But they won't be as infrequent as the ones for SSwA sometimes are. Longer chapter wanted? I dunno, this ones kinda longer.

*9*

My mission ahead of me, if I choose to except it (which I do), is makes friends with Ruin. Difficulty level: extremely high. Chances of success: low. Chances of survival: Slim to none.

"Hi, Ruin," I sit besides her at the lunch table. She looks over at me and moves down two spaces; I follow. "Lunch any good today?"

"Lunch is never good any day."

"Yeah, you'd think a private school would have better food, right?"

She ignored me, or that's what I figure since she didn't answer me. "How'd you like Sister Angeline's class? Wow, she's pretty hot for a nun." She still ignored me. I contemplated the chances of just hugging her now, getting the black eyes and being done with it. But I know Jack and the others are expected that very outcome and I want to prove them wrong. I'm going to hug Ruin, and she's not going hit me or even hate me.

"So what do y--"

"Do you have a reason as to why you're bothering me?"

"Um, no, not really. You just looked lonely sitting here all by yourself."

"I'm waiting on my friends. Oh look, here they come now." I looked over to the cafeteria door as Skylar, Pie Eater and Skittery walked in. "Guys, c'mer," she waved them over. "Dave, you leave."

I picked up my lunch tray and went in search of another empty seat. Making friends with Ruin was going to hard, just as hard as I know it's going to be. But I have only today and the next three days to complete all these idiotic tasks. When she goes to hit me -after I finally hug her that is- and I request that doesn't hit me in the face, I wonder if she'll listen?

"Hi Davey." Shortie greets me as I sit next to her and Mush. "Ruin scared ya off, huh?"

"I wasn't really looking to sit there anyway."

"Get anything on the list done yet," Mush asked.

"No. Hey Shortie, can I have your bra?"

"Yeah, sure, want it now?"

"Shortie," Mush cried. "What are ya doin'?"

"What? It's not like I don't have anymore of 'em."

"Davey, you want a bra, you go get your own girl," Mush growled. Wow, I didn't think Mr. Sunshine had a mean streak in him. "I suggest that you move now too, before my fist accidentally connects with your jaw."

"Mush, c'mon, you know what those guys are gonna do if he doesn't get everything on that list done."

"Huh? Wh- what are they gonna do to me? I wasn't told there'd be any repercussions if I didn't complete this thing."

"Dave, you're ears not workin' right, huh? Must not 'cause your still sittin' here."

No doubt I didn't like that dark look that came across Mush's eyes. So again I picked up my tray and went in search of another lunch table. I found my third seat for the lunch period, across from Spot Conlon.

"Ain't there no other seats you can sit at?"

"There are, but I keep getting kicked outta them."

"Race has been through taking bets for or against you."

"And you bets against me, right?"

"My pal Jack says you got somethin' in ya that don't show through on the outside. He musta been lookin' real hard 'cause I don't see nuttin'. But I trust Jack, so I put down twenty on your success."

"Oh, thanks, glad at lease not everybody thinks I'm a loser that ca--"

"I don't got alot of money to be makin' bets, so when I make one I gotta have a winner, got me?" I nodded. "So I plan to see you succeed. I won't cheat, I won't be dishonest against Racetrack like that. But you are gonna win, you don't got a choice in the matter. Think you gotta worry about Ruin? Ruin's a kitten on catnip compared to me." He stood from the table like a king in front of his royal subjects and marched to the front of the cafeteria. He glared down at Skittery who automatically moved, allowing Spot to claim a seat next to his girlfriend.

He awed me. Spot's not that big of a guy. Not in height, not in weight and not in mass; yet he demands respect. Not only does he demand it, but he gets it exceedingly.

"He's a big gift in a small package." I turn to where Spot had been sitting and smile as Dutchy takes his place. "Girls love him. Guys love him. Even the nuns fawn over him. Spot's a big kingpin, use to run a gang outta Brooklyn. Car thieves is what they mostly were."

"I heard."

"Yep. He's only got a couple more months here, then it's back across the bridge. His boys are waitin' for him there. There's no changing Spot Conlon, no matter how hard the teachers try but I think they already know that."

"Spot followed Jack's lead, he bet for me too. Says I have to win."

"He riggin' the bets?"

"No, says he won't cheat Race but I've no choice in the matter. I have to win, and then he sorta leaves it hanging. Kinda like a 'or else I'll kill you'."

"And give you cement shoes."

"And let you sink to the bottom of the river."

"Where you can chat with the last guy I bet for who lost."

"Shit, what am I supposed to do? I thought all I had to do was just complete this list and be done. If I didn't than my underwear would be sent up the flagpole or my gym clothes would end up in the showers. Now I've got the one-man mafia sending silent 'or else' threats."

"Well... I can kinda help you, but only a little, I'm no idiot to end up on Conlon's bad side either."

"Any help is more than enough, I don't have one thing done yet."

"Wow," Dutchy muttered. "Then time is short. First task is the bra, okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Good. I'll go concur with some of my forces; we'll make sure Spot wins his bet and that your feet stay outta cement blocks."

"Dutch... Spot wouldn't really kill me, right? He's not that... well, he wouldn't, would he?"

"Nah, not kill you. Maybe bust your face up a bit or break your knee cap. Ya know, Davey, lucky thing I like you."

"Why?"

"'Cause I bet twenty-five bucks that you'd suck and suck big."

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Whoo hoo! Lookit, I didn't crash! Almost, but not quite. Ha! Hahahahahahahah!

Pie!Muse: You've had chocolate, haven't you?

*hides chocolate bar* Nah uh, honest.

Pie!Muse: Polecat, hand it over.

*runs around the room dodging Pie!Muse* Nooooo! I need it so I can write the next chapter! Nooooo!