A/N: Hi and thanks for all the lovely reviews, although the site won't send
or let me see some of them, so if I missed you, I am sorry and I will leave
you a note when I finally get your review!
LockDown: Amen to that! Spinelli knows, as you will see in an upcoming chapter. Gang wars, that is going to be interesting—its kind of going to be West Side Story with a T-Bird attitude (I don't remember the other gang in Grease—shame since I saw it the other night) Lol, us directing a play together---I actually have a lot of directing experience, thanks to my communications major and the student movie I made. It will be cool! Anyway, keep reading my soap opera like story!
LilVickiRyan: She does, lol, keep reading!
Virgo-Eyes: OMG, I am so sorry!! I didn't mean to scar you for life! But if you think Gretchen is bad now, just wait! Thanks and you're welcome! Stay tuned!
Angel9220042004: It doesn't, but high school sure changed her! She didn't sleep with him on a bet, but because she felt ignored by Digger Sam because he was talking to Guru Kid. Hope you keep reading!
Becky Lucinda a TJ Protector: I know, on my soap it took 6 months to reveal the killer of the rapist! But yeah, I hope you stay tuned to the rest of this soap opera like story! (minus the six month wait to see what happens)
Angeline-Nicholson: Thank you! I hope you continue to read!
Also, please, please plese r/r Underneath It All as well! I would really appreciate it!!!!
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Two weeks after the infamous meeting with Marshal's Black Skullz, The Legionaries finally seemed to forget about the threat and continued to protect the school and it's members. One day, after protecting the Pale Kids from some bullies, the gang sat in detention, not only for fighting the bullies, but for mouthing off to Miss Finster when she told them to stop fighting.
"Man this whomps!" TJ cried, fiddling with the leather wrist band he was wearing, which was a symbol of the gang, as well as the matching leather jackets with their logo (a skull with crossbones) on the back.
"Small price to pay for fighting for justice," KJ reminded him, flipping his cell phone open and closed.
The boys sat silently for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts and each doing something to keep them occupied for the remaining hour they had left in detention; Hustler Kid was busily scribbling something in his notebook, Skeenz was drawing his new artwork on the desk, and both King Bob and King Freddie were playing a game of poker whenever the detention monitor, Ms. Solomon wasn't looking. KJ and TJ continued to be absorbed in their little nervous habits, all of them oblivious to what was going on around them. They were so absorbed in fact, that they didn't even notice Marshal's Black Skullz enter the room until Randal slammed his hand on Hustler Kid's desk, causing him to drop his notebook in fright.
"What do you want Weems?" Hustler Kid asked nervously, quickly hiding his notebook in his backpack.
Randal smirked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy in front of him, his eyebrow ring moving ever so slightly. "You and the Legion- airheads really thought we forgot about our little revenge, didn't you? Well we are here to settle the score."
"We are on school grounds, you idiot, if we fight now, we will get suspended for sure, and I really don't want that to happen," TJ intervened, looking up.
"Is someone afraid that mommy and daddy won't let him watch Sr. Fusion for a week?" Gelman jeered as he leaned in close to TJ.
"Um, no, I just don't want trouble," TJ answered.
"But we have to get our revenge somehow," Butch reminded him, fiddling with the toothpick in his mouth.
"Yeah, we want revenge, and we want it now!" Mikey yelled.
"Wow, Mikey actually said something in English!" King Bob said sarcastically, putting down his cards. "It's a royal flush," he told King Freddie. Turning his attention back to Mikey, he added, "Now that you finally learned the English language, maybe we can discuss this like adults.
"Dawg, we be beatin' yo' asses down yo!" Mikey cried, going back to his ghetto speak. He lifted King Bob out of his chair and smiled evilly. "Starting with you."
"Is there a problem over here?" Ms. Soloman asked, walking over to the boys.
"Oh, no Ms. Soloman, no problem at all, young Robert here had something on him, so I was being a good friend and getting it off," Mikey said quickly, smiling sweetly at his former teacher crush and dropping King Bob back in his seat with a loud thud.
"Very well, just keep it down over here, this is detention not the China Club," she said briskly, walking back to her desk.
"OK boys," Mundy hissed once Ms. Soloman was out of earshot. "You listen and you listen good. We will get our revenge and we will get it fair and square."
"I think you established that when you came in here," King Freddie scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, well we need to do this right. After all if we all just beat you up now, that won't be very fair, now would it?" LK asked, as if he were really telling them something great.
"What do you have in mind you guys?" Skeenz asked, narrowing his eyes at them and crossing his arms across his well defined chest.
"A show down," Kurst answered, sitting on a nearby desk. "A show down is when we all----"
"We know what a show down is, we are the ones with the higher GPAs," KJ snapped. "Now when do you want to have this thing?"
"Well, since we are all grounded after getting busted for keying Dudikoff's car, we can't have it until the seventeenth of November. So be there or be square." Mikey answered, his voice showing the slightest bit of threat.
"Oh, we'll be there, we'll be there and win this little show down!" Hustler Kid assured them.
"Well, let's not count all our chickens before they've been cooked," LK shot back as the bell rang, signaling the end of detention.
"It's don't count your chickens before they've hatched," KJ corrected as they all left the room and the gangs separated, glaring at each other until they were completely separated.
"A showdown?" TJ asked uncertainly. "That could be a bit dangerous." He took a cigarette out of his backpack. "Anyone got a light?"
KJ produced one and tossed it over to TJ. "Dude, does Spin know you smoke?"
"That was random, and yes she does, and she is constantly on my ass to get me to quit. Which is why I am trying to, but shit like this keeps happening that stresses me out and in turn makes it harder for me to quit."
"Well, if you want to quit to impress her, you better find another way to relieve your stress," Hustler Kid warned. "Because I am betting right now that this next month is going to be filled with stress and threats that will make it more tempting than ever for you to light up."
"Save the drama for the poetry you are writing to impress Sammi," TJ rolled his eyes. (Yes, I felt the need to make Hustler Kid write me poems, although I have no idea why, I'm just pleading insanity at this point) "This is Marshal's Black Skullz we are talking about. After all, what's the worst that could happen?"
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A/N: Dun dun dun! The drama continues, and there is more to come in the next chapter—with the girls! Drama so unexpected that you need to read to find out what it is! Please read and send a nice review/soul hug and I will continue to fill you in on the drama! Thanks and happy reading!
LockDown: Amen to that! Spinelli knows, as you will see in an upcoming chapter. Gang wars, that is going to be interesting—its kind of going to be West Side Story with a T-Bird attitude (I don't remember the other gang in Grease—shame since I saw it the other night) Lol, us directing a play together---I actually have a lot of directing experience, thanks to my communications major and the student movie I made. It will be cool! Anyway, keep reading my soap opera like story!
LilVickiRyan: She does, lol, keep reading!
Virgo-Eyes: OMG, I am so sorry!! I didn't mean to scar you for life! But if you think Gretchen is bad now, just wait! Thanks and you're welcome! Stay tuned!
Angel9220042004: It doesn't, but high school sure changed her! She didn't sleep with him on a bet, but because she felt ignored by Digger Sam because he was talking to Guru Kid. Hope you keep reading!
Becky Lucinda a TJ Protector: I know, on my soap it took 6 months to reveal the killer of the rapist! But yeah, I hope you stay tuned to the rest of this soap opera like story! (minus the six month wait to see what happens)
Angeline-Nicholson: Thank you! I hope you continue to read!
Also, please, please plese r/r Underneath It All as well! I would really appreciate it!!!!
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Two weeks after the infamous meeting with Marshal's Black Skullz, The Legionaries finally seemed to forget about the threat and continued to protect the school and it's members. One day, after protecting the Pale Kids from some bullies, the gang sat in detention, not only for fighting the bullies, but for mouthing off to Miss Finster when she told them to stop fighting.
"Man this whomps!" TJ cried, fiddling with the leather wrist band he was wearing, which was a symbol of the gang, as well as the matching leather jackets with their logo (a skull with crossbones) on the back.
"Small price to pay for fighting for justice," KJ reminded him, flipping his cell phone open and closed.
The boys sat silently for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts and each doing something to keep them occupied for the remaining hour they had left in detention; Hustler Kid was busily scribbling something in his notebook, Skeenz was drawing his new artwork on the desk, and both King Bob and King Freddie were playing a game of poker whenever the detention monitor, Ms. Solomon wasn't looking. KJ and TJ continued to be absorbed in their little nervous habits, all of them oblivious to what was going on around them. They were so absorbed in fact, that they didn't even notice Marshal's Black Skullz enter the room until Randal slammed his hand on Hustler Kid's desk, causing him to drop his notebook in fright.
"What do you want Weems?" Hustler Kid asked nervously, quickly hiding his notebook in his backpack.
Randal smirked, raising an eyebrow at the brown haired boy in front of him, his eyebrow ring moving ever so slightly. "You and the Legion- airheads really thought we forgot about our little revenge, didn't you? Well we are here to settle the score."
"We are on school grounds, you idiot, if we fight now, we will get suspended for sure, and I really don't want that to happen," TJ intervened, looking up.
"Is someone afraid that mommy and daddy won't let him watch Sr. Fusion for a week?" Gelman jeered as he leaned in close to TJ.
"Um, no, I just don't want trouble," TJ answered.
"But we have to get our revenge somehow," Butch reminded him, fiddling with the toothpick in his mouth.
"Yeah, we want revenge, and we want it now!" Mikey yelled.
"Wow, Mikey actually said something in English!" King Bob said sarcastically, putting down his cards. "It's a royal flush," he told King Freddie. Turning his attention back to Mikey, he added, "Now that you finally learned the English language, maybe we can discuss this like adults.
"Dawg, we be beatin' yo' asses down yo!" Mikey cried, going back to his ghetto speak. He lifted King Bob out of his chair and smiled evilly. "Starting with you."
"Is there a problem over here?" Ms. Soloman asked, walking over to the boys.
"Oh, no Ms. Soloman, no problem at all, young Robert here had something on him, so I was being a good friend and getting it off," Mikey said quickly, smiling sweetly at his former teacher crush and dropping King Bob back in his seat with a loud thud.
"Very well, just keep it down over here, this is detention not the China Club," she said briskly, walking back to her desk.
"OK boys," Mundy hissed once Ms. Soloman was out of earshot. "You listen and you listen good. We will get our revenge and we will get it fair and square."
"I think you established that when you came in here," King Freddie scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, well we need to do this right. After all if we all just beat you up now, that won't be very fair, now would it?" LK asked, as if he were really telling them something great.
"What do you have in mind you guys?" Skeenz asked, narrowing his eyes at them and crossing his arms across his well defined chest.
"A show down," Kurst answered, sitting on a nearby desk. "A show down is when we all----"
"We know what a show down is, we are the ones with the higher GPAs," KJ snapped. "Now when do you want to have this thing?"
"Well, since we are all grounded after getting busted for keying Dudikoff's car, we can't have it until the seventeenth of November. So be there or be square." Mikey answered, his voice showing the slightest bit of threat.
"Oh, we'll be there, we'll be there and win this little show down!" Hustler Kid assured them.
"Well, let's not count all our chickens before they've been cooked," LK shot back as the bell rang, signaling the end of detention.
"It's don't count your chickens before they've hatched," KJ corrected as they all left the room and the gangs separated, glaring at each other until they were completely separated.
"A showdown?" TJ asked uncertainly. "That could be a bit dangerous." He took a cigarette out of his backpack. "Anyone got a light?"
KJ produced one and tossed it over to TJ. "Dude, does Spin know you smoke?"
"That was random, and yes she does, and she is constantly on my ass to get me to quit. Which is why I am trying to, but shit like this keeps happening that stresses me out and in turn makes it harder for me to quit."
"Well, if you want to quit to impress her, you better find another way to relieve your stress," Hustler Kid warned. "Because I am betting right now that this next month is going to be filled with stress and threats that will make it more tempting than ever for you to light up."
"Save the drama for the poetry you are writing to impress Sammi," TJ rolled his eyes. (Yes, I felt the need to make Hustler Kid write me poems, although I have no idea why, I'm just pleading insanity at this point) "This is Marshal's Black Skullz we are talking about. After all, what's the worst that could happen?"
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A/N: Dun dun dun! The drama continues, and there is more to come in the next chapter—with the girls! Drama so unexpected that you need to read to find out what it is! Please read and send a nice review/soul hug and I will continue to fill you in on the drama! Thanks and happy reading!