If I promised any shout outs, sorry, none this chapter as I am being to lazy.

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I reach the end of the staircase and expect to see Jack. Preferably naked or near so. To my disappointment, he isn't. Not only is he not naked, he's not even there. A sinking feeling hits my stomach, I should of known better. No doubt that this is some sorta setup. Jack probably has a few of his goons waiting around the corner to jump me, or maybe even the Delancey's or Kloppman. I should of just gone on with Dutchy.

I peek around the corner of the corridor that leads to the cafeteria, the halls are dark, even if Jack was there I wouldn't be able to see him. "Jack," I call out in a loud whisper. "Jack?"

I know I should just turn back around and take my ass upstairs. I need to just go to my room, watch Pie Eater eat his pie and put Jack out of my mind. But what do I find myself doing? Creeping down this dark hall and looking for Jack.

Cafeteria A is on my right, and I sneak over to it. Jack probably snuck in here, he probably has Kid blink and who knows who else in here waiting for me. Fuck it, I'll just turn around and leave them hanging. David Jacobs is tired of being made a fool of. Then why the hell am I opening the door?

I open the door far enough to just stick my head in, the room is pitch black except for the exit sign hanging over the emergency door. "Jack?"

No answer. Great. "Jack, you in here?" I wait another moment. "Ja--aaaaaaahh!"

I jump at lease two feet off the floor as a hand slides over my shoulder. I try to spin around only to bang my head on the door frame. I stumble a moment, the cafeteria doors close with a thud and my heart in trying to leap off my tongue.

I can hear Jack snicker as he pulls me down the hallway. With the ruckus I just made, any guard on duty within a few feet is gonna be doing a sweep to find out who's down here. That'll land me in more trouble as well as everyone else Medda already threatened with expelling.

"Jack--"

"Shush," he pulls me around another corner and we creep half way down a flight of stairs that leads to whatever St. Vincent's subbasement holds.

I can see the reflection of a flashlight sweeping back and forth above us, along with the click, click, click of heels on the marble floor. The clicking stops, a throat clears, a cuss is grumbled -it's Kloppman's voice- and his footsteps retreat. Finally I let out a very relieved sigh. Jack lit a cigarette.

"Jack, smoke detectors," I say looking around for the closest one.

"They don't work," he replied.

That's just wonderful, I think to myself. We're suck in this old building with bars on every window and not one working smoke detector in the building. We're so fucked.

"The one's in the classrooms work," he said. "Found that out last month when I tried to smoke in Sister Enrica's class."

"Jack, did you want me for some reason?" I hoped the eagerness in my voice could only be heard my own words.

"Why indeed I do, Davey."

"Er, uh... okay. Um, why?"

"Dave, how about I cut you a deal?"

"A deal? For what? am I on trial here?"

"Dave, I got a rep here I need to uphold."

I sigh and roll my eyes," Why does it seem like I've heard this all before."

"Not that shit Spot Conlon gave you," the anger flash of amber in his eyes sent a tingly feeling through my body. "Fuck Spot, okay?"

Gladly.

"His egos bigger than he could ever wish to be. Spot doesn't need to up hold his rep, it's never been in any danger, not even when I tied him to the flag pole. Spot has a name for himself on the streets. He was born into, he'll die with it. Me, though, nah. I've had to make myself up from a tiny little nobody. A nobody like you, Dave."

He's looking to piss me off, but I don;t give into what he wants. If he wanted me to ram my tongue down his throat, that I'd oblige by. But not getting miffed by his name calling.

"I've never been much of a somebody, Davey. When I got here bigger kids picked on me, pushed me around and kicked me while I was down. But I finally stood up for myself, I made Jack Kelly a well known name. So when the King of Brooklyn came here, I had to make sure I kept what kingdom I had built up. Now that kingdom is in jeopardy again."

I scoffed, "From who? Me?" King Jack and his kingdom only sounded like he was trying to compensate for something.

"Ya know, I really doubted anybody would help you with that loser list. but I shoulda figured Dutchy would get a soft spot for you. Dave, don't finish that list."

"Why? So you can tie me ass naked to a flagpole in front of the entire school? Thanks, Jack, but I can make as ass outta myself without your help."

"I'll trying to make you a deal here. Keep the list incomplete and I'll go real easy on you. Naked pictures of you in the girls dorms, nothing big. Scouts honor."

I narrow my eyes at him, "Am I really suppose to take your word on this?"

"You have my solemn guarantee."

He's full of shit and I can tell by the twinkle in his eyes and the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

"Wow, Jack, I'm really amazed. Amazed and in disbelief. I've never had anyone scared of me before."

His face contorts into a scowl and he grinds his cigarette into the step at my feet, "Say what?"

"Do I threaten you that badly? Think I'm gonna take your cronies and claim your thrown as my own? I don't want it Jack, I don't need to make a name for myself; not here anyway. But it's funny to have a guy so high up on the social ladder be afraid of a little nobody like me."

That flash of amber in his eyes again, it stirs an uncontrollable feeling in me. Before I know what I'm doing, I rush forward and put my hands on his shoulders, pressing my lips on his.

He's surprised and tries to slide backwards, only pinning himself to the wall instead. I can see how wide his eyes are right before he closes them and to my surprise his tongue intertwines with mine. The kiss is less than a few seconds before Jack breaks away, wiping his mouth and spitting.

"What the fuck is wrong with you," he roars.

Above our heads someone snickers, we both look up to see a very amused looking Duckie. She tries to cover he laugh with one hand but the sound escapes anyway.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Jack demanded.

"Upstairs, where else? I came down here for a cigarette, didn't know a show was included."

"Don't you tell a fuckin' soul about this," Jack fumes as he jumps to his feet, pointing a stern finger at Duckie and then me. "Not a fucking soul!"

Duckie takes a seat where Jack was and we both watch him storm away.

"Got a light?"

"No."

"Great," she mutters. "You look like an idiot who just fell in love."

I dopey smile crosses my face, "I think I have."

"You're an idiot then."

I nod, "An idiot n love."

"No, just an idiot. Jack," she says slowly waving her unlit cigarette with every word. "Jack. Is. Into. Girls."

"Oh?," a voice fills with the cocky air I'm feeling. "Then why did he kiss me back?"

I get up and head for the stairs that will lead me to the boys dorms, turning back one more time to add, "I love you too, Duck and that beautiful laugh of yours."

She flips me off and I merrily make my way back up stairs.

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*cracks her whip* Get a move on Muse! I want this fic done now. Now! *evil laughter*