Shoutouts!

Charlie Bird: SAMMY! You get the first shoutouts, because this chapter (and a few more :grin:) is dedicated to you! Yeah, but there are girls in this school, so...Love you!

Nosilla: Don't worry, Nozzy. Haha I'm going to call you Nozzy! Eventually there will be some serious ass-kicking. I just have to write it.

Margie Driscoll: Um...I did? JK! Love you!

Kid Blink's Dreamer: Ah...That is the question, no?

Artist2519: YAY! I love Crutchy! Dude...Pulitzer is always on mean pills! Except now he's on pervvy mean pills.

Pancakes: Odd is my other middle name.

ShortAtntionSpaz: Haha! I love Pirates. My best friend and I hve "Become Pirates" on our To-Do List.

mushs-grl13: I wouldn't either, except for the hot newsies!

Unknown-Dreams: I should have, like, four chapters dedicated to pranking him! That would be schweet!

time is a waste of life: YAY! I'm so happy! Pirates rock! Oooh...Intrigued...

"So, are you the only rebel around here? The black sheep?" I teased, tilting my chair back on two legs. Boomerang shook her head.

"Nah. There's one other. His name is Charlie." My smiled widened.

"Ah…Charlie…" I teased. She laughed.

"Not exactly. He's pretty opposite of me. He's into...jazz." She made a face. "I can hardly stand to be around him when he's in Jazz-mode. BLEH!" I laughed.

"I like Jazz!" I replied as the boys sat in various seats around us. I noted that the preps seemed to gravitate away from Boomerang. This failed to surprise me in the least, but still, it was rude.

However, I did note in some satisfaction that a few girls were boldly scooting forward to chat with my boys. I chuckled, feeling a little sense of pride. I laughed when I saw Spot, though. He was getting a lot of attention (it's the eyes), and he didn't look like he was enjoying it. I've always wondered about him…

"So, where is Charlie?" Boomerang sighed.

"He's in bed, sick. He had the stomach flu last night. I made him stay in bed. But it's one of those one-day-only things, so he should be back tomorrow."

"Hey, Boomer! Who's this?" I blinked, still trying to wake up. The boy who had spoke was obviously Charlie. He was a few inches shorter than me, with black hair that looked really soft, and black rimmed glasses. He wore a white, long-sleeved button-up and a black tee shirt over it. I smirked as I read the white letters. "Drummers do it with rhythm." His jeans were baggy and torn at the knees, and he topped off the look with a black fedora.

"I'm Wizard. You're Charlie, I presume?" I said, sticking my hand out. He shook it and grinned.

"Has Boomer been dissing my music?" he chuckled. I laughed.

"Indeed, she has. But don't worry, I'm on your side. I like Jazz." He smiled.

"Well, glad somebody do—" He stopped talking. I looked around. Spot had just sidled up, still in his plaid pajama shorts and a sweatshirt. I had a sneaking feeling that the sweatshirt was the only thing he was wearing with 'shirt' in the title.

"Charlie, this is my 'brother'…" I made quote marks with my fingers. "…Spot. Spot, this is the Jazz boy, Charlie." He smiled and stretched out his hand.

"HAH! Hi, I'm Charlie!" he said cheerfully, his laugh a little too loud. Too late he tugged down his fedora so no one would notice that the tips of his ears had turned red.

"Hi, I'm Spot," he replied, choosing to ignore Charlie's obvious nervousness. I looked from Charlie to Spot to Charlie, and it belatedly clicked.

Oooohhhhhhhhhh…

Grinning, I flounced off to first period, now incredibly cheered.