The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[BloodChuckZ]

Tad was to be in the Clinic for a week.  He had been beaten much more severely than anyone at first realized.  During  this time, he told Derby the story of Pinky's abduction, carefully leaving out the real reason he was there, only saying that he was there to 'provide protection' since Pinky had insisted in going there all alone.  Derby did not quite believe that, since Tad had been found naked at the bottom of the ramp at the Beach House, but he let that go for now. He could probably trick the truth out of Pinky on that matter, provided if she was ever let go.

Derby's suspicions about Tad became secondary when Tad told him what the Rockers wanted in exchange for Pinky's safe return....The Prep stash of hidden Weapons.  Derby became incensed at this bit of news, and vowed never to turn those Weapons over to that bunch of Pauper Ruffians.  Since the search for Pinky had so far turned up empty, he was considering organizing a foray with the whole Prep Clique into New Coventry and perhaps even into Blue Skies, and for that they would need to be heavily armed.  As they had just enough Weapons for that sort of adventure, it was out of the question to just trade them away with no guarantee that she would be returned.  He had left the Clinic with very few options but to seek out help from a familiar adult source....His Father.

In his own way, Derby cared for Pinky, but mostly, as much of his class did, he considered her as a possession, to be shown off as a Trophy in polite company.  Among the moneyed rich, deep feelings were reserved for the acquiring of more money and more power.  Romantic feelings were only secondary, at best, when it came to relationships in the world of  the rich.  Derby knew that Pinky was vain and materialistic, but so was he, and so were all the Preps.  Which is what mystified him as to why she hadn't come crawling back to him by now.  Pinky craved money for the things it could buy her, and those Paupers could buy her nothing.  He thought Tad had probably been supplying her with what she needed....And getting a little something-something in return, he guessed.  In the world of the rich, everything had a price.  Nothing was free.

Derby went to his Father's study when he reached the house.  He was glad he didn't have to make an appointment, as many had to do, for his Father was a busy man, and only here less than half the time.  Where he went to when he was gone, Derby didn't know.  He supposed he would find out someday when he took over the family business, whatever that was. 

"Come in, Boy...What's on your mind ?" Mr. Harrington said.

"Some Pauper kids took Pinky Gauthier", Derby said. "We don't know where she is."

"You mean took, as in Kidnaped ?" Mr. Harrington said.  "Sounds serious."

Derby sat down and proceeded to explain the events as he had heard them, about the beating up Tad Spencer, those low-lifes taking Pinky, and holding her in exchange for Weaponry.  When he finished, Mr. Harrington reached for the phone.  "I'll call the Chief and have these miscreants arrested", he said. "They'll tell where they're keeping her, the Chief's men will beat it out of them if necessary....What are their names ?"

"Well, the lead kid is named Kurt", Derby said.  "I don't know the other's names, but they call themselves the Rockers, and...."

Mr. Harrington hesitated, then put down the phone.  "Damn, those are them Crabblesnitch kids", he muttered under his breath.

"Father ?  What did you say ?", asked Derby, confused.

Mr. Harrington swiveled in his chair. "Change of plans", he said. "Give them the Weapons."

Derby was stunned. "What !??  We can't give those lowlife Scum....."

"You can, and you will". Mr. Harrington snapped. "There's too much at stake here, things you don't understand.  You'll do as I say !"

"But...But", Derby sputtered.  "That is insane ! They'll take and use those Weapons against us ! You can't be serious !"

"I'm deadly serious, my boy", Mr. Harrington.  "Give them the Weapons and get that girl set free.  I'll supply you with enough cash to get more."

Derby uttered a short high laugh.  "There isn't any more !  That fuck Petey had most of them thrown in the Furnace and burned !  The only ones left is what the Cliques have hoarded !  We just can't go to the store and pick some up !  This is a bunch of Bullshit !!"

"Watch your language, boy", Mr. Harrington snapped.  Derby lowered his head and sat there, fuming. He had come to the old man for help, and now this ?  What The Fuck ?

"That's better", Mr. Harrington resumed.  "Now, as I understand it, there's a geeky group at the school who make these 'Weapons', isn't that right ?"

"The Nerds", Derby said sullenly.  "They make them."

"Then, Think, boy."  Mr. Harrington sat forward. "I'd bet they have much more of them stashed than your pitiful arsenal.  Probably a hell of a lot more."

"So what", said Derby, still pissed off. "We hate those Wimps."

Mr. Harrington leaned back and tented his fingers. "A true Harrington is a clever negotiator, even with enemies.  Go to them and make a deal.  Tell them you'll pay twice as much....Hell, make it three times as much, for enough to equip your fellows. I'll cover what ever it takes."

Derby looked up at his Father. "I could do that", he allowed.

"That's the spirit", Mr. Harrington said heartily. "Everybody has a price, my boy.  Just make them an offer they can't refuse."

As Derby rose to leave, he couldn't help but wonder, and not for the first time, if his Father was really the Godfather of the Vale Valley.
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[BloodChuckZ]

In the next couple of days, the deal had been struck.  Kurt walked blithely into the Vale Clinic and told Ted where and when the Weapons were to be delivered.  Apparently, he has watched the Clinic for quite some time to make sure no Preps were around. 

Kurt's message was short and to the point....Bring the Weapons to the Graveyard by the Church in the north of Bullworth Vale at Midnight tomorrow.  Only three Preps were allowed to carry the Weapons down the path and enter the Graveyard.  They were to deposit the Weapons in a heap by the Mausoleum, and leave immediately.  When they came out of the Graveyard gate, they were to put their hands in the air, and keep them there as they walked back down the path.  The Rocker gang would be hidden in the woods out of sight in the dark with their own Weapons trained on them.  They were to leave the area and not sneak back.  If any of the Preps tried any funny business, or sabotaged the Weapons in any way so they did not work, the deal was off, and Pinky would not be released.

Tad had laid in helpless fear while Kurt had outlined the conditions, but to his credit, didn't show it.  This was the boy who had almost beat him to death just a few nights ago, and yet here he was, talking in a low, controlled voice like nothing of the sort had ever happened.  When Kurt left the Clinic after being there only five minutes, Tad began shaking violently.
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[BloodChuckZ]

At the graveyard, the appointed hour had arrived.  The Rocker Clique, minus Bonz (for it was his turn to watch Pinky), were hidden far enough in the woods as to not be seen.  Kurt trained the Rocker's lone Spud Gun on the three Preps as they walked along the lit path, arms loaded with weapons.  Derby, in the lead, looked straight ahead.  Parker and Justin, bringing up the rear, were looking all about them, expecting an attack.  The three boys reached the gate and went through.  A few minutes passed, then they filed out of the Graveyard gate.  Kurt aimed the Spud Gun that the Rockers had at Derby and waited.  The boys stood there momentarily, then raised their hands as per instructions. 

Kurt tried to suppress his glee.  What humiliation !  He wished he had one of those cameras, this was so terrific.  "GET MOVING, PREP-PUSSYS !!", he hollered from his hidden place in the woods.

"Why Don't You Come Out And Meet Me Like A Man, Whimp Boy ?" Derby shouted back.

"Now, What Kind Of Fun Would That Be ?", Kurt Shouted.  "I Like This Just Fine ! Might Take You Up On That Though, After You Fight That Nicky-Boy !"

Derby whipped his head around. "How Do You Know About That ?", he shouted back.

"I Know Many Things", chortled Kurt. "One Of them Things Is You Need To Get Moving, If You Want Your Buddy To See That Sweet Pussy Of His Again !"

Now Derby really looked upset. "What Do You Mean By That ?", he demanded.

"Why, He Was Banging Her When We Walked In, I Just Assumed", Kurt laughed long and hard. "No ? Oh, Shit....Thought You Knew !" That sent him off into another round of laughter.

"You Better Not Have Hurt Her Any !" Derby yelled. "You Best Let Her Go !"

"She's Just Fine, Asshole !  She'll Be Home In The Morning, Provided You Boys Don't Get Up To Any Monkey Business !"  Kurt's voice took on a hard tone.  "Enough Of This !  Get Moving Before I Decide Not To Be Nice Anymore And Cut You Down Where You Stand !"

Derby had no choice.  With a nod of his head, He motioned Parker and Justin to follow him.  The three Preps, hands still raised, moved down the path the way they had come, towards the Vale.
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[BloodChuckZ]

After a few minutes, Kurt emerged from the woods. He whistled for the others to come out as he saw the coast was clear. 

"Tibo, You and Jero go follow them, make sure they're not sneaking back, or any of their pussy Prep buddies, either.  Grungy, you got them Potato Sacks ?  Good, you and Benny go in and collect those Weapons.  I'll stand guard", Kurt ordered.  "Let's move, we need to be gone in five minutes."

"Where we going, Boss ?", Benny asked.

Kurt pointed down the path, towards the Reservoir. "That way", he said.
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Ten minutes later, they were all gathered at the Reservoir.  Kurt dispatched Benny and Tibo to guard the path on both sides, then had Grungy and Jero pull each of the Weapons from the bags and he test-fired them.  It soon became apparent why Kurt chose this particular spot....The sound of the rushing water drowned out any noise that the Weapons made. 

Satisfied as the last of the Weapons fired correctly, Kurt ordered them put back in the bags, save one for each member of the crew.  They then backtracked into the wooded area, where Kurt halted.

"I'm gonna carry these back up in the woods a ways and stash them for now", Kurt said. "Tomorrow at 8 AM, I'm gonna put them in their new home.  You boys go back and get some sleep at the house.  Go to class like normal, but cut out after first period, swipe some bikes and beat it over to Blue Skies to lay low for a couple days.  I'm sure the house will get raided after I spring that little cunt, so stay away.  Go to that place near the Chem Plant where we was before.  I'll join you there when I'm done.  Got it ?"

The Rockers all nodded assent, and took their leave.
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The next morning, Kurt left the stash just long enough to steal a bike.  Returning to the stash, he loaded and secured the two sacks to the handlebars, then rode into Bullworth Town.  His destination was the Bank, where he had rented a large safety-deposit box a few days before.  Lugging the two sacks with the Weapons into the Vault Room, he loaded them into a box that was, ironically, right next to the box where Jake had loaded his stash barely a month before.  That done, he headed off to Blue Skies to relive Bonz and wait out the right time to release Pinky.
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Kurt arrived at the small Wonder Meats Warehouse shortly after 9 AM and relieved Bonz, telling him to go swipe one of those girl's bikes for Pinky to ride.  He then went back inside to wait for the proper time to set things in motion. Once he let Pinky go free, he was sure someone would be after them.  If they were Cops, he knew that they wouldn't fuck with them, not with what he knew.  The Preps though....Well, there was gonna be a showdown, all right.  He couldn't wait.

Kurt passed the time making small talk with Pinky.  She had grown increasingly receptive to him as the days had gone by.  Kurt had actually heard about stuff like this.  It was called 'Stockholm Syndrome' for some reason or other.  It meant that a captive somehow identified with their captors.  It sounded pretty fucked-up to him, but he had to admit that his feelings had changed toward his captive.  He had stopped calling her names like 'Cunt' and 'Slut' and 'Bitch'....And was actually giving her a grudging respect for holding up so well.  In fact, he almost hated to see her go. 

Pinky had told him that she was getting very resentful of the Prep boys she hung around with (Kurt took this to mean 'fucked'), and that she craved adventure and intrigue.  The Preps were a boring lot, always single track-minded.  She craved excitement, and adventure.  She was bored to tears, she went on, and just couldn't take it anymore.  Besides, they always treated her like shit, calling her stupid, telling her to shut up and just spread them.  They screwed like they talked, all weird and fake.  She even had hinted of her feelings towards Tony, for which Kurt had no comment.

Kurt, on the other hand, had revealed very little of himself to her, which only added to and further sparked Pinky's interest.  He had caught her several times giving him long looks, and at times, he had to leave the small room to avoid his growing lust.  After all, she was an attractive girl, and he hadn't had any at all since Lola left.  He knew though, he had to keep control, and see this thing through.  A brash decision that he had made in the heat of his anger, to abduct Pinky, might lead to more problems, not only for him, but for his friends.  And he really didn't know how far Crabblesnitch would go to protect his secrets. 

There was a rap on the door. Opening the padlock that Benny had acquired, he cracked open the door and looked out.  Tibo was there.  Kurt saw two bikes standing outside against the wall.  Bonz had come through. 

"Everybody's clear, Boss", Tibo said.

"Good....Head out", Kurt said. "I'll meet up with you later."

Tibo nodded and mounted the bike he brought, heading off towards the Chem Plant.  Kurt watched him go, then closed and re locked the door.  Time to get Pinky ready.  He returned to the small office.

"Well, Pinky....Time to go", Kurt said, and turned her around.  He stripped off the bindings around her wrists. 

Pinky rubbed her wrists to try to get the circulation back in them.  "I brought a Jacket for you", Kurt said, handing it to her.  He watched her put it on.  Pinky stretched out her arms and just stood there.

"Well...", Kurt said.  "Com'on...Let's go."

"I can't", Pinky said.

Kurt was confused.  "Why Not ?"

Pinky pointed down at her bare foot. "Told you I needed that."

Kurt went over to the dim corner where he had tossed her shoe.  After rooting around for a moment, he found it, and returned to Pinky. 

"Here...Hold on to me, and lift up your foot", Kurt said.

Pinky placed her hands on his shoulders and picked up her leg, then stopped.  Kurt looked up to see her looking deeply into his eyes.  They stood that way, in a frozen tableau, for what seemed like minutes.  Pinky's breathing became deeper.  Kurt felt his heart pounding.

Suddenly Pinky threw her arms around Kurt and covered his mouth with the most passionate kiss Kurt had ever known.  He didn't resist, for resistance was futile.  He dropped her shoe and embraced her tightly, gently lowering her to the blankets on the floor.  Soon enough, they moved on to more passions than just a kiss that seemed to go on and on and on.
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Outside, fully re-dressed now, Pinky regarded the sad state of her clothing.  It was dirty, wrinkled, and even torn in a couple of places.

"I sure do look a sight", she remarked with a sigh. "I'll have to get some new clothes."

"Sorry about that", Kurt said.  "Do you...Uh, know the way back ?"

"No", Pinky said, looking around. "I've never been here before."

"Well, just stay on this road, after the curve, It'll take you to New Coventry...", Kurt began.

Pinky grabbed his coat sleeve.  "Ride with me...Please ?  I'm afraid."

"OK...Let's go then...", Kurt said, still feeling the effects of their encounter.

They rode, side by side, out of Blue Skies, and through New Coventry.  Pinky made small talk along the way.  Kurt responded mechanically, still trying to absorb what they had just done.  Finally they crossed over into Bullworth Town, and approached the big Truss Bridge.  Kurt pulled to a stop, and Pinky did likewise.

"This is a far as I go", Kurt said.  "You're on your own now."

Pinky nodded. "Bye", she said softly.  Then she said, "Come and see me sometime."

She smiled, and headed off across the bridge.  Kurt watched her go until she was out of sight, then turned and started the trek back to re-join his friends.  He reflected along the way that if anybody had chanced to tell him that he would wind up doing a Prep girl a week ago, he would have cussed them out and called them crazy.  Life sure was funny sometimes.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake had taken a prime opportunity the night before, although he didn't know it, to seed the School with the Walkie-Talkie Listening Devices he had swiped from the Dragon's Wing Basement.  Each was set to a different frequency.  Carrying the units in a backpack, he accessed the School through his old spot, the junk wall behind the Autoshop, which was his first target.  The door to the Shop was locked, but that presented no problem.  Jake was quite used to opening the School's cheap locks by now.  He slipped a plastic card in through the crack, and tricked the lock.  Opening the door, he quickly searched through the Shop until he found a hidden outlet under a bench, and plugged in the charger and the Wattage-Booster, plugged it into the Walkie-Talkie, and hid the whole works under the bench, after checking the tape and turning the unit on.

Next, he moved through the darkness to Harrington House, just across the way.  In a stroke of good luck, none of the Preps appeared to be home.  Jake didn't know where they were, or what had occupied them, and didn't give a shit.  He went in through the unlocked door and moved quickly to the big main room.  Behind a couch close to the fireplace, he located another outlet, and repeated the same proceedings to plant the second Walkie-Talkie, pushing the couch back in place to hide the Transmitter.

Next, he went to the Boy's Locker Room under the Gym. He was surprised to see the improvements here since he blew the place up just a few months ago.  One of those was outlets in the lights.  He plugged the Walkie-Talkie plug-ins, and secured the Walkie-Talkie  to the inside of the new light-cover and replaced it.  If somebody looked up, they would see the shape in the light fixture....But who the hell ever looked up at the ceiling, anyway ? 

As he snuck down towards the Football Field, he was relieved to see it was empty.  The Jocks had turned in, most likely to the Clubhouse, which was one reason he had opted to bypass that particular place.  He headed off in the direction of the Observatory.

The Observatory presented a tougher challenge.  It took Jake all of an hour to find his way in, and then locate the Basement room the Nerds had their meetings.  Seeing a Con-Sumo game console gave him a jolt, he didn't expect to see another unit here.  Along with the familiar tables crammed with models, fake battlefields, and plans strewn about, he felt in a momentary deja-vu of being in the Dragon's Wing Basement.  But this Con-Sumo game machine was broken, he discovered, as he pulled it away from the wall.  It wasn't even plugged in, he saw, and so set about plugging the fourth Walkie-Talkie unit in and moved the Busted console back to cover it.

Then, he took the outer trail around to the Library.  The gate was closed, but he had long ago figured out the code to it, even before Tony and his fucked-up friends had.  He reached through a small hole in the mesh and punched 1-1-3-8 onto the keypad, and the lock sprung open.  By-passing the Library this time, since he had bugged the Observatory, he headed over to the back of the School.

Dodging the Prefects was ridiculously easy.  Jake wondered how, once upon a time, he had ever had a problem with that.  Scaling the trellis at the rear of the School, he went in through the magic window that he still didn't understand.  A little something out of the Twilight Zone, that was foe sure.  Sneaking down to the School office, he located a plug-in behind a copier, and planted the fifth Walkie-Talkie there.  He didn't know if this one would be of any use or not, but he just might pick up something of interest here.

Next, he left the School and headed toward the Boy's Dorm.  Here he would face tougher challenges, for there were actually kids in there sleeping. Entering with a Weapon drawn, he encountered no one, and was momentarily confused at the layout.  The stuff in the Common Room was moved around, and he had to orient himself.  Seeing the TV stand, he moved it out, found an outlet, and planted the next Walkie-Talkie there, then pushed the stand back in place, and then beat it out of there.

Then, he ran to the Girl's Dorm.  Entering, he planted the seventh and final Transmitter in almost the same spot where he had set the bomb just three months ago.  Only, this time, he would be listening to those little bitches conversations about their boyfriends rather than trying to blow them to hell.  Sneaking out of the Dorm, he hopped the shortcuts, ran through the Parking Lot to the junk wall, and climbed up and over.  He located his stolen bike and eagerly pedaled back to his rented house.  He couldn't wait to start listing in on those dumb fuck's secrets and plans on his Receiver Unit he had set up.  Jake was so excited that he almost had an orgasm as he pedaled.
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[Mercury]

Later that evening, the group of Preps, Derby in the center, walked through the Gates of the School from the Vale, finding the shelter booth abandoned.  Derby was looking straight ahead, thinking deeply, while Biff, walking at his side, spoke with the others about Pinky's return.  They were making their way to Harrington House.  Suddenly, passing before the Library, Derby stopped and raised his hand.  The others began to question him.

"Boys, it is time for real business….We are going to take over the Weapons trade at Bullworth Academy", he announced.

"Are you serious, Derby ? Do you mean...", Justin started.

“Dead serious”, Derby vowed.

“Now, how are we going to do that ?”, Parker questioned.

“Make a deal with those Nerds”, Derby told him.  “Simple as that.”

“What ?  Deal with those low-life pencil Geeks ?”, Parker exclaimed.  “I’d rather eat that slop Cafeteria food than do that !”

“After what has happened, we need to make an Alliance with them”, Derby said firmly. 

"Sorry, but I can't allow myself to get into that.  I'm out of here", Parker responded calmly.

"Yes, uh... Me too." Justin said, embarrassed, looking at his feet.

Parker and Justin walked away, continuing on to Harrington House.  The rest of the Preps watched them go, shuffling their feet uneasily.  The loss of their entire Weapons stash had unnerved all of them deeply, and none of them understood just why Derby had given into the Rocker’s demands so easily.

Derby turned and looked at Biff.  His Lieutenant shrugged, looking his Leader in the eyes. “The rest of you, stay here”, Derby said.  Touching Biff on the shoulder, he said, “Let’s go.”  Both Preps went straight into the Library, without another word.  Inside, they found Chad reading a book on one of the heavy wooden tables.  Derby tapped on his shoulder while passing by, and Chad stood up to follow him quickly.  They arrived at a table of a group of Nerds, concentrating on Chemistry assignments.  Derby took a chair and sat next to Cornelius, and laid hand on the knee.

"Hello, Cornelius.", Derby smiled.

"Uhh….Here to make fun of me again ?" the Nerd responded nervously.

"No, No, come on... I know you Brave Knights were good at creating Weapons, aren't you ?", Derby said, slyly.

"We don't create any ‘Weapons‘, you oughtta know that", Cornelius answered after a brief look at Melvin.

"Of course, of course..." Derby said while brushing the Nerd's shoulder with the back of his hand. "This is a dangerous place, you know. You need protection.  Me, and my boys... We can offer you this protection.  In exchange for some back-up Weapons, we can front you with a substantial reward, naturally.  What do you say ?"

"We don't need your...", Melvin began to say.

Derby took Cornelius' assignment, and slowly started to rip the paper. He grabbed the Nerd by the collar as discretely as he could, repeating, "What do you say ?”  Biff and Chad grabbed up papers from the other Nerds, Thad, Bucky, and Donald, sitting at the table and prepared to tear them up.

After several minutes, Melvin, and the others had reached their breaking point.  Not knowing that the Preps had just handed over their entire Weapons stash to ransom Pinky, the Nerds assumed that an all-out War by the Preps was about  to be directed at them if they didn’t comply. 

Derby and the Melvin shook hands on an evil deal.....As long as the Nerd’s safety would be assured, Derby would be provided with part of the Weapons.  It was an offer they couldn't refuse.
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[Mike_W]

"Yo man, give me some of that shampoo", asked Damon.  The Jocks were in the Boy’s Locker Room preparing for showers after a hard workout in the Gym.  Bo passed Damon a bottle of shampoo and Damon placed it on top of his Locker.  Just before the boys were about to enter the shower, the one person they had tried desperately to avoid walked in.

"Hey !", shouted a jovial looking Kirby. "Uh....hey", responded a nervous sounding Damon as he gave a half-hearted wave.  The Jock's plans for a shower were now in ruins, for they would not take the risk of showering naked with their old pal Kirby in the same room.  Kirby could sense the tension in the room although he couldn't understand why his friends were so nervous.  Kirby began to disrobe in preparation for a shower of his own.  The faces of the Jocks immediately began to cringe as they took a few steps back and began looking the other way. 

Through the open door, Kirby spotted Mandy walking by in the underground hallway and raced out through the door without his clothes on to greet his fellow Clique member.

"Hey Baby, wanna be my personal cheerleader ?", Kirby said persuasively.

"Uh, WHOA !....Um, Kirby, no thanks....see you later !", Mandy said quickly, and walked away, caught off guard by the naked Kirby.

Kirby just shrugged at Mandy's reaction and slowly made his way back into the Locker Room.  The Jocks were nervously looking around at each other and whispering, but quickly turned around and smiled at Kirby as he walked in and pretended as though nothing had happened or had been said.  Kirby then entered the nearest shower stall, closed the curtain and began to wash himself.  Damon decided he had no choice, he would have to shower right now.  He had a date with Gloria later and stinking was not an option.

"Don't drop your soap !", teased Luis as Damon walked into the shower stall. Damon decided it would be safer to undress in the stall and slide his clothes out to one of his friends rather than undress out in the open Locker Room.

After about five minutes of showering, Damon could hear Kirby in the shower next to him.  Kirby was talking to himself and a strange slapping sound could barely be heard over the running water.  "Someone's-Hungry-For-Pound-Cake !", Kirby shouted in broken words as he began to groan.  The slapping sound became even louder, and fearing the worst, Damon began to shower hastily.  As he jumped from the stall, Damon dropped his soap and watched it slide under the partition and into Kirby's shower stall.  Damon looked at the Jocks, there faces covered with large grins as the listened to Kirby's little performance behind the curtain.

"Oh shit man, is he choking his chicken ?", questioned a fearful Damon.

"Yeah, it sure sounds like it", said Bo, laughing.

Panic began to set in as Damon ran possible scenarios through his head.  What if Kirby was looking under the stall with a mirror ?  He quickly shook this thought out of his head.  There was no way this was possible, Kirby had been friends with Damon and the guys for years, and even though he was gay, he was at least respectful of the Clique.

After minutes of chatter and speculation between Damon and the guys, the noise of the water stopped.  All of the Jocks immediately froze and turned their heads in the direction of the shower. They could hear the wet footsteps of Kirby as he made to exit the shower.  Just before the curtains opened, a loud squawk issued from the stall and a naked Kirby came tumbling out of the stall, landing on his bare ass on the tile floor.  The Jocks winced, Kirby had slipped on Damon's bar of soap and landed on the floor with a very obvious boner pointing toward the ceiling.  The Jocks didn't know whether to vomit or burst out laughing.

"Haha, look at how small that is !", laughed Laurent as he entered the Locker Room wearing a sweat-stained athletic outfit.  As Kirby recovered himself, he quickly stood up and covered himself with a towel as his face turned bright red.  The Jocks had stopped chuckling long enough to move as far away from Kirby as they could.

"Look, I'm sorry you guys had to see that, but you don't have to run away like you never saw a boner before !", said Kirby.  Damon caught a glimpse into the stall Kirby used, and to his horror, saw his bar of soap on the floor, a mirror, and a wad of white goo on the wall.  Damon's eyes widened and gave him the appearance of a deer in headlights.  Casey came over to see what was the matter and noticed exactly what Damon had seen.

"Aw, you're disgusting, you fucking fruit !", Casey barked at Kirby.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean ?!", Kirby said loudly. Casey pointed in the direction of the shower stall.

"Wait, it's not what you think !", defended Kirby. "I was just practicing my fight moves in the mirror !  And that's just some shampoo !". The Jocks didn't buy it, the evidence seemed just too convincing.

"How come you got a frigging Woody !?", questioned Luis.

"Um...It's my love of sports ?!", Kirby tried to say unconvincingly.

"Coach is gonna hear about this one !", threatened Damon.

"No, I'll be cut from the team !", Kirby said anxiously.  Kirby then began to break down and cry.  The towel Kirby used to cover up was not wrapped very tight and slid off.  The Jocks all began roaring with laughter.

Kirby ran from the Locker Room. "I just want to play Football, that's all !", he cried.  As Kirby ran up the stairs and then out of the Gym, Students either gasped or burst out laughing.  A few girls outside began to scream bloody-murder, and this caught the attention of Prefects.  The Jocks had made their way out of the Gym to see Kirby being pursued towards the Fountain by Max and Karl.  Mrs. Peabody soon joined the chase shouting "Get back here you PERVERT !!"

Kirby was eventually subdued and sent straight to Dr. Crabblesnitch's Office, dressed in makeshift clothes from the lost and found before being interrogated.
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At his rented house in Bullworth Vale, Jake had overheard the whole event on his base radio.  Jake was beside himself laughing.  As he rolled around on the floor, his ribs began to ache and he started to piss himself.

"Ah, Son of a Bitch !", swore Jake.  It was worth it though.  Jake considered having pissed in his pants a small price to pay for such grade-A entertainment.
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Hours later, Mr. Luntz made his way into the Boy's Locker Room.  Due to the distance between the Gym and main School building, he was only required to clean the Locker Rooms once a month and this was his time to do it.  Mr. Luntz entered the shower stalls to begin scrubbing.  He began to chuckle as he spotted the bar of soap on the floor as innuendos entered his head.  Next he spotted a mirror on the floor leaning against the wall.

"Those little Bastards", he remarked to the empty room, "Always forgetting their shit."  He placed the mirror in a lost and found bin by the door and resumed cleaning.  The last thing he spotted was the wad of white shampoo on the wall.

"That is just sick !", Mr. Luntz said loudly.  He was curious though.  The Janitor slowly moved his finger to the mess on the wall and placed his finger in it.  He then brought it to his nose and sniffed deeply.

"Hmmm", he said in a puzzled tone.  He then moved his finger down and jammed it in his mouth.  "Blah !!!", shouted Mr. Luntz as he spat the goo out of his mouth as quickly as his lips would allow. "Conditioner !!!", he shouted as if he had just discovered gold. "Why can't those shit heads just rinse their shampoo away when they’re done ?", he questioned as he wiped the mess away. 

Although the Jocks didn't know it, Kirby had been telling the truth.
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[Mercury]

As a weak voice told them to come in.  Parker, followed by Justin, pushed back a part of the curtain surrounding Tad's bed at the Vale Clinic. Those curtains were made of a pale shade of green, although hand-shaped blood spots were sometimes to be seen on it.

"What is... Going on... Old chaps ?" Tad asked in a low voice.

"Tad, how do you feel ?" Justin said while taking his hand.

"I'm better." Tad lied. "Why are you here ?"

"Tad, Derby's gone crazy..." Parker started, arms folded.

"He's gone into some Mafia trade, or something... The Weapons... The Nerds..." Justin finished.

Tad tried to laugh, but the pain cut him off.

"Derby... Derby... Can't even deal with an awesome... Girlfriend... Like Pinky..." Tad began.

"Tad, about you and Pinky...", Justin started to ask.

"... And he thinks he can... Handle a trade ?" Tad finished, ignoring Justin's remark.

"It's not as simple as that." Parker said, turning his back to Tad.

"Parker...Parker.....", Tad said.

"He will have Weapons soon.  And he's mad at you... And at us two, probably.” Parker said. “He’s gone around the bend now, making deals with those dirty, pissy Preps !”

"Parker... Listen... Derby forgot... The services…" Tad finished.

"The services ?  What services ?  Do you mean doing errands for Paupers, Tad ?", Parker asked.

"Errands have... More power... Than you think...", Tad said weakly.

"Fifteen dollars as a maximum. We won't go far with that.” Parker scoffed.

"Parker, could you just listen ?" Justin frowned.

"Don't ask for a... Reward... Ask for a service back...", Tad said, forcefully.

"Service that we can use against the Harrington family !" Justin said, understanding.

"When someone owes you a service... Use it to make another person happy... And you won't need to work at it anymore..." Tad smiled while drawing a circle in the air with the help of his finger.

At this point, a Nurse interrupted through the curtain, telling the two Preps that was enough visiting.  Both said their goodbyes to Tad before going.  They had people to make happy.  They were part of the 'Spencer Family' now.
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[BloodChuckZ]

"Uhmm....Tony ?", a voice behind him said.

Tony turned to see who was behind him.  "Oh...Er....You're....Ray, right ?"

"Erm....Yeah", the kid said.  "Uh, listen...Can I talk to you a minute ? In private ?"

Tony was just leaving class, and had planned to visit Jimmy in the Cavern later. But he could make time.

"Sure thing....Just follow me", Tony said.  He led Ray to his small Office, unlocked the door, and ushered Ray inside.  He indicated a chair for Ray to sit, then closed the door and sat behind the desk. "What can I do for you, Ray ?"

 Ray was an overweight kid, a bit shorter than Tony.  He was one of an virtually-invisible underclass of kids at Bullworth who didn't belong to a Clique. These 'classless' kids did their best to not be noticed, because when they were, they were bullied terribly.  They belonged to no clubs, didn't play sports, never took Shop or Gym, had no friends or romantic attachments.  They never spoke up in class, went to the movies, or played video games.  They took great pains not to be noticed by anyone, and were usually painfully shy.  Tony knew every School had kids like these, who always seemed to blend into the woodwork.  They generally didn't talk to anyone, which was why this seemed so unusual to Tony that Ray had even had the guts to approach him.

Ray looked around the small Office before answering.  "I, uh...Just overheard something I thought....Um, that is...Think you need to know...."

"Well...", said Tony kindly, "Just let me know what you heard. It's safe here."

"Um...I was over in the Library, you know, by the Nerd corner....Where they hang out, I mean...And those Prep boys came in, and....Um....They...." Ray stammered.

"Just take your time", Tony said gently. "You're doing fine."

"Well...They...The Preps, that is....Uh, they are making the Nerds get them some weapons...And, uh...In trade are saying they will have....Uh....Protection...", Ray stumbled along.

This was news to Tony.  He folded his hands and leaned across the desk.  "Can you tell me who was doing the talking ?", he asked Ray.

"The big one....The Prep boy....Blond hair....Derby, I think ?  He was talking to....Melvin, and Cornelius...", Ray related.

"Who else was there ? Can you tell me ?", Tony asked.

"Uhh...That black Prep...And the big one...dark hair...Don't know his name....Oh, and Donald, Thad, and Bucky....They was there...", Ray went on.

Tony settled back in his chair.  Big Prep, that had to be Bif Taylor....And Chad.  Another question occurred to him.  "Just how did everyone seem ?", he asked Ray.

"Uhh...The Preps were like...You know....Threatening....And the Nerds were scared-like....But they shook hands then, on their deal....So....I don't know....." Ray trailed off.

"Even Melvin ?  He shook on it ?" Tony asked.

"He didn't want to....", Ray related, "But they were...Like intimidating, you know, and....So, he did."

"What happened after that ?  Can you tell me ?", Tony asked.

"The Preps left, and....Melvin started saying maybe they shouldn't do it", Ray said.  "The others, they said....They had to, they were outnumbered now....."

Tony sat in deep thought for awhile, long enough for Ray to become nervous.  What the hell was Derby up to now, he wondered.  If they re-aquire Weapons, the balance of power at the School would be shifted drastically in their favor.  With the Harrington and Spencer families in De Facto charge of the School, Crabblesnitch and the Administration would look the other way.  The Preps would dominate and control all aspects of social life on Campus. 

Tony turned to Ray.  "What made you come to me about this ?"

"Uhhh....You're the school Mediator, aren't you ?  I just though...", Ray stammered.

"Relax", Tony said.  "You did the right thing.  What I meant was...I know it took a lot of courage for you to come to me about this.....Why did you ?"

"Well", Ray began, "I remember what Petey said that night, you know...when he got...." Here Ray pantomimed a gun with his hand, pulling an imaginary trigger.

"You were there ?", Tony asked, surprised.

"Yes...I was in the back of the crowd....", Ray recalled.  "I just....Tagged along....I wasn't fighting....I just was....."

"Wanting to know", finished Tony for him.  "I understand."

"That's not all of it", Ray continued, screwing up his face with an effort.  "Petey was...A good friend to me...Always treated me good. I was new last year, and everyone else....."  He ducked his head and looked down at the floor.  "I....Don't have a friend now....Petey's gone.....Nobody to talk to anymore....Thought maybe you...."

"Pete was a special guy, all right", Tony said.  "Ray...I would be glad to be your friend."

Ray looked up "Really ?  I could help, you know.  I used to talk to Petey, told him what I heard around School."

"That would be just great, Ray.  You can come talk to me anytime", Tony told him. "even if you just want to talk and nothing else.  That's what friends are for."

Ray's face lit up.  "That's great !  I sure will !  Look, I better take off.  If I hear anything else..."

"Just come see me, anytime", Tony said, as Ray got up and left the Office.

Tony sat in silent contemplation for awhile.  He glanced up at his chart on the wall, all full of black and red lines.  More likely to get a lot more, he reflected.  He didn't see how Pete did this job.  Didn't see how anybody could do this job.  There was just so much.  He decided he needed advice....He would go see Jimmy....

What Tony Didn't know, but was to find out soon enough, was information that would increase substantially the amount of lines of connection on the chart on the wall....The early cracks of disagreements within the Cliques, the escape of Algie from the Asylum as an unintended result of Damon's rescue, the kidnaping and release of Pinky, the Rocker's receiving  control of the Preps weapons stash,  the 'outing' of several gay kids in the School, with more to come....Each of these leading to the others, somehow.  Tony would need all the help he could muster in the coming days and weeks.  At at the bottom of it all was Jake's treachery, the prime reason all this had spiraled out of control in the first place, a connection that would elude Tony for quite some time to come.
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[Repo Man]

On Friday morning, Nick headed to Geography class.  He was in a bad mood, thinking about the upcoming boxing match against Derby, the Prep leader.  The exact time of the Sunday match wasn't scheduled, but Nick decided to go to the Glass Jaw Club after the afternoon classes.  He bumped into Fatty on crutches while he was walking to the classroom (then he pushed a banana in Fatty's face), and bumped into Bucky (he took his glasses off and threw them in a rubbish bin).  After the bell rang, Nick went out of the classroom into the Cafeteria, where he ate a sandwich he made earlier. While he was sitting, he was joined by Laurent.

"What kind of fight you having Sunday ?"Laurent asked.

"Where'd you hear that ?" Nick asked.

"Everyone knows that, mon ami. And if you didn't tell it to anyone, then it must have been the Preps", pointed out Laurent.  “Damon, Bo and Luis said they're gonna come to watch you.”

"Wanna come and watch me work out ?", Nick asked, munching his sandwich.

"Sure, why not ?  You need some corner men, after all, Oui ?  When are we going ?", Laurent said while chewing a rare apple.

"Right after the afternoon classes", replied Nick.

Nick finished his meal and left the Cafeteria with Laurent.  Nick was glad he decided to do some punching bag work out after the classes.  If the Jocks came, at least he won't be alone in the group of Preps.  It's far better to be supported by someone than surrounded by enemies anyway, he figured.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake was tuning up his Base Mobile Radio that evening, catching snippets of conversations here and there around the School.  The most interesting one seemed to be coming from the Observatory, because it seemed that a 'Brave Knights Of Bullworth' meeting was going on right now.  Jake guffawed to himself every time he heard that stupid moniker.  "Brave Knights" his ass.  More like "Cowardly Pussies".....Jake had to smother his laughter as he bent lower to make out what was being said.

".....zzzzzztt.....zzzzzztt....we can't do this, they can't be trusted !  They will take those and attack....zzzzzzttt...zzzzttt......."  That sounded like Fatty, Jake thought.

"....zzzztttt....shook on it, so that is a contract !  You did too !  We renig an they will attack us !"  Jake didn't recognize that voice, but thought it was Cornelius. 

"It was under duress !  We cant be held to that, no way is that.....zzzzzzttt....zzzzzzzttt...." Fatty again.

"It doesn't make any difference !  We did the same thing before all this....zzzzttt....zzzzzzttt...sold everybody weapons for protection !"  Jake knew that voice, it was Thad, who always sounded like he was spitting on everyone when he talked.

"We sold them for Money before", came a much calmer, whiny voice. "YOU just don't remember, you just want to have it your way cause you're a little shitless....zzzzzzztt..zzzzzzttt...." That was definitely Melvin, Jake thought.

“Maybe he’s right….zzzzzzztt..zzzzzzzttt..”, another voice, probably Donald.

".......zzzzztttt.....sticking up for him for ?  He's a Traitor Lover !"  An unknown voice.

"I'm not sticking up for what he done, I'm just saying Algie had provocation..."  Melvin again.

"Gaaaa !", Bucky shouted. "NO mention of that name, he has been Outcast !  Thought we got rid of all the Traitors here.....zzzzzzzttt....zzzzzzzzzttt...."

"You are Out Of Order !" yelled Melvin.  "SIT DOWN !"  That came through loud and clear. Jake heard some scuffling noises, then noises of chairs scraping.

"I believe I had the floor", Fatty said.  "While I don't agree fully with any of you, Brother Melvin has the authority to make any kind of deals with anybody...zzzzzzzttt....zzzzzzzztttt...."

Static filled the air for a moment.  Since this Walkie-Talkie was placed the farthest away, and in a Basement area at that, Jake had figured he would have interference with hearing it, even with the Wattage Booster. Jake fiddled with the knobs on his Receiver to try to fine tune the wavelength.  after a bit, it cleared, and Jake could hear once more.

".....ssssstt...zzzzzztt.....what I propose is a alliance with the Preps, written and signed and attested to. That way, they can't weasel out of it, and would have to pay us if they didn't protect us", Fatty was saying.  There was sounds of disagreement at this, most vocal being Bucky. 

"Who made you the Decider ?", Bucky shouted.  A bunch of other Nerd voices were heard arguing. 

"I don't recall being there when YOU ALL decided to just give our weapons away !", retorted Fatty.

"Maybe if you had been, we wouldn't have had to !" Bucky shot back.

"Brothers, this is just pointless", Melvin said.  "Fatty speaks the truth. And as Clique leader, I invoke charter rule 32c and declare Brother Fatty's proposal adopted."

There was even more shouted protests at this.  A gavel banging was heard, then some more interference on the wavelength.  Then , after a few seconds, ".....sssttt...stttt.....And I will not release any Weapons from the vault until a signed agreement is in place !  That is the final word on the matter !  This meeting is adjourned !!"  More gavel pounding.  More arguing.

Jake was intrigued.  Even though he hadn't set this particular crises in motion, he saw how it could work to his benefit.  Especially if he could throw a bit of fuel on the fire.  So, they had drummed out their little traitor, Algie, huh ?  Jake wondered just where the little pee-stain fat fuck was now anyway.....He would make an excellent pawn in this little game, he thought.
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[Mike_W]

Vance the Greaser rummaged through his locker in the afternoon after classes had let out. He found what he was looking for, a Pirate costume complete with eye patch and wooden sword.  Vance quickly shoved his favorite garments into a backpack.  He was on his way over to meet his friends at the Autoshop and didn't want to be seen with such ridiculous clothes in his possession.  Farther up the hall, Gord was coming Vance's way.  Usually when a Prep and Greaser cross paths, insults and threats are exchanged like there is no tomorrow.  This time however, when Gord passed by Vance in the hallway, the two exchanged winks.

Vance arrived at the Autoshop and met up with Norton, Peanut, Lucky, and Hal.  The group of ‘Grease Monkeys’ was about to have a typical meeting after School complete with beers, cigarettes, and skin mags.  As they all sat around shooting the shit and getting lusty over their naughty photographs, Vance looked at the time.  It was 8 PM. "Uh, I gotta get going'", Vance said, “Gotta do somepin.“ If he didn't hurry, he was going to be late. The other Greasers paid him no attention, half-lit as they were.

Vance took his bike over the Parking Lot, and through the side Gate for a bit, then taking  a left on the old mining pathway that wound clear around the South perimeter of Bullworth Academy.  A little ways down was a tunnel that led to a small beach, and Vance settled down in a little row-boat waiting beached for him near the water.  Normally frozen at this time of year, the unexpected thaw had melted most of the ice.  He rowed the boat first West, then in a Southerly direction, towards an area rumored to have an old Pirate Ship near an Island.
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What Vance didn't know was that Jake had been eavesdropping on Vance while he was in the Autoshop for the last couple of days.  He had overheard Vance's muttered plans to meet Gord VenDome on the Island that few Students even knew existed.

Jake had been waiting for this, and would take this as an opportunity to cause more of a rift between the Student body.  Jake hurried out to get his Go-Kart and zoomed over to the alley over at Bullworth Town, where he knew the Townies hung out and found Duncan and Leon playing cards.

"Hey guys, what's going on ?", Jake said in a friendly tone, as he dismounted the Go-Kart.

"Who the hell are you !?", said Duncan in a threatening voice.

"Oh, that’s the dude that paid Jerry and Otto for those odd jobs, and I do mean ODD.", Leon remarked.

"Well", said Jake, "I have a job for you two if you're interested, what do you say ?"

"I ain't taking pictures of no human bullshit !", Leon argued.  Ironically, Duncan said nothing.

Jake offered them $30 each if they agreed to his terms. "Oh, all right", Leon said.  Jake let them in on the plan, gave them a camera with a flash, and ordered the two to head down to the beach at the Vale, steal a boat, go South, and be on the lookout for either Vance or Gord, and then tail them.

Soon enough, they stole another boat tied up near the Vale Plaza, and headed South under the short Bridge over Vale Valley Boulevard.  Then they were on the water, and spotted another sleeker boat out in the water, headed towards the big Island in Bullworth Bay.  Making sure they stayed out of Gord's sight, Leon and Duncan followed behind the gay Prep.  About 15 minutes later, as Gord landed his boat next to Vance’s rowboat on the abandoned Pirate ship, which was half submerged in the water, Leon and Duncan had already landed their craft on nearby Pirate Island and climbed up a tree to remain hidden.  Jake had given them a camera capable of zooming to a good distance, thus this hiding spot would be sufficient.  As the Townies watched, Vance emerged from a small cabin near the mast of the ship to meet Gord with a long kiss.

'CLICK !', a long-range picture was taken.

"Well hello there !", Gord said suggestively. The two of them began to change into their costumes.

'CLICK !', another picture was taken from the tree tops.

"Oh shit, this is disgusting !", complained Leon.  Although Duncan didn't agree with Leon, he kept his mouth shut and just nodded.

When they were done changing, Vance was dressed as a Pirate and Gord was dressed as a Sailor complete with a striped shirt and little white hat.  The two began to foreplay on the deck of the ship when Gord pinched Vance's ass.

"Aye, Careful on my poop deck !", said Vance playfully.

Up in the tree, Leon asked, "What the hell does that dude want with these photos anyways ?"

"Probably wants to jack-off to them", said Duncan, trying to sound sour.

After several role plays between the two weirdos, Gord accidentally tipped Vance into the cold water.  Gord jumped in after him, pulled him to the rowboat, and they both paddled to the Island.

"Oh, not cool, my threads are all wet !", said Vance in mock horror.

"That's okay, I'll just take them off !", said Gord with excitement.

The two began undressing each other and Gord eventually mounted Vance and smiled at him.

"You know, this is just like Romeo and Juliet", said Gord, "Forbidden Love !"

'CLICK !'  Leon and Duncan took one more picture as the gay duo had moved just below their hiding spot and was about to perform a drilling.  Still concealed up in the branches of the pine tree, Leon suddenly threw up, and the barf fell all over the back of Gord and the stunned upturned face of Vance.

"Ay-Yi-Yi !  Cut it !!!", yelled Vance, throwing Gord off of him and standing up. Gord and Vance now realized they were being watched, and panic set in.

"Oh no !!  What if its the Chaps !!", said Gord, now terrified that perhaps his friends were on to him and were maybe taking pictures to humiliate him.

Duncan was the first to blow his cover.  He began laughing hysterically at the scene of the two naked boys covered in throw-up.

"Up There !!!", shouted Vance as he pointed up at a pine tree.  The two naked boys each mounted a side of the tree and began to climb.  They climbed furiously, so determined to reach the Townies  that they completely forgot they were naked and how cold it was, plus the fact that they were still wet.  Before they could make it up to Leon and Duncan's position, numbness from the cold set in.

"Oh, I dare say, my balls are shrinking to the size of corn kernels !", screamed Gord in horror.  The moment the boys stopped climbing, they began to shiver violently.

"Oh, my hot rod has flown the coop !", gasped Vance.  The two boys' fingers then slipped on the tree bark and down they slid, with their frigid legs still wrapped around the trunk.  The boys howled in pain as their asses and balls caught every piece of shaggy bark and left a red trail of blood down the sides of the tree.

'CLICK !'  The sight of this encouraged the townies to take one more picture.  Though now in excruciating pain, Gord and Vance dressed as fast as they could and jumped their the rowboat to make a hasty escape.  As the coast was now clear, Leon and  Duncan carefully climbed down from their post in the tree, retrieved their boat, and made their way back to the Vale shore and then eventually returned the camera and film to Jake.  The coming days would be interesting, that was for sure.
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[Mike_W]

Jake was ecstatic when he got the photos developed.  He couldn't decide which one was more humiliating.  After much thought, he decided to use all of them.  He would sneak in and pin them on the Bulletin Board in the main lobby of the School.  In a flash of evil inspiration, he wrote "BUTT PIRATES" on the top of the biggest photo.  Jake had to wait until after midnight the next night to sneak into the School and pin up the incriminating photos.

Jake managed to get in the School grounds and past the Prefects and reach the School's front door without being noticed.  It was a breeze.  Not even the few late-night Students hanging around paid him any attention.  Jake tip-toed towards the Bulletin Board to his right and began pinning up the gay pictures featuring the 'Butt Pirates'.  This would be good, but he needed to keep Mr. Luntz busy during the night so that he would not see the photos and take them down before the next morning.  Jake had a lightbulb moment....He would take a steaming shit in the upstairs Trophy Case ! 

As Jake quietly crept up the stairs, he saw a Prefect was close by that would spot him for sure.  Jake took out a marble from his pocket and threw it down the hall.

"What was that I heard moving about back there !?", said Karl the Prefect in a frenzy.  Karl began to jog down the hall in pursuit of the sound.  Quickly sneaking to the Trophy Case, Jake took out a screw driver and carefully removed the glass panel in front of a large, cup-shaped Trophy.  Grabbing it, Jake dropped his pants and proceeded to force out a big one that plopped into the Trophy as if it was made to belong there.  He put the 'Gold Award' back in the case and replaced the glass. 

In retrospect, Jake realized that Mr. Luntz may not find that for hours, maybe days.  He had a better idea.  Jake would clog the toilets, that was a foolproof plan.  He headed to the Bathrooms.

Jake grabbed a roll of toilet paper from the wall and began to unroll it.  He took the end of the paper train and dropped it in the water.  When Jake thought he had enough paper in the bowl, he flushed.  The roll quickly unraveled and jammed up the toilet as Jake had expected.  Water began to gush out all over the floor and Jake had to run from the Bathroom to prevent his feet from getting wet.  Jake had to be fast, he could see a flashlight coming around the corner of the hall and knew it was a Prefect.  As Jake ran for the front School door, he could hear Seth yelling out behind him.

"Mr. Luntz !!  Mr.Luntz !!  Come quick, there's water gushing from the Bathroom !!", Seth hollered.  Jake paused at the door to watch the scene from the shadows.  Mr. Luntz ran into the Bathroom swearing and screaming with a plunger and mop in his hands.  Unknown to Jake, rat traps had been placed in the Bathroom along the walls a few days before.  Mr. Luntz had forgot about them, and the flood of water had lifted the traps from the floor, and they floated out into the center of the room.
 
SNAP !!  Mr. Luntz stepped on one. "Son of a Whore !!!", Mr. Luntz howled as his foot began throbbing. Jake smiled big when he heard the sound of the Janitor in pain, this was turning out better than he thought. 

SNAP !!-SNAP !!  Two more traps were stepped on. "Mother Fucker !!!!", Mr. Luntz screamed.  At this point Jake was laughing uncontrollably.  He had to leave now before he got caught.  Jake scampered down the front steps of the School as the clock struck Midnight.  In a matter of hours there would be even more trouble brewing in the Student body.
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[Mike_W]

That next morning, Vance and Gord both entered the School from separate doors. Vance waddled slowly into the main entrance of the School, his groin still in terrible pain from sliding down that pine tree.  To his horror, most of the Student body had already found out about his night out.  A crowd of Students, including Preps and Greasers, were gathered around the Bulletin Board on the wall to the right.  Some of the Students were laughing and pointing, while the Preps and Greasers could not believe what they were looking at.  This was especially hard for the Greasers  to see.  It was difficult to know that their life-long friend was caught in a very inappropriate act, and in fact this was a complete shock.  Vance froze at the sight.  He wanted to disappear.  His friends would obviously not take the situation lightly, they didn't know he was gay.  Worst of all, his encounter had been with a Prep, their worst enemies, of all people.

Gord slowly waddled down the halls of the School until he too entered the Great Hall.  The Prep gasped, he was mortified.  He knew someone had indeed been watching, and the evidence was all over the wall.  Gord was possibly more fearful than Vance, since his group of friends were even more shallow and unforgiving.  While the Preps would be slightly more understanding of a gay in their group, they surely would banish Gord for doing taboo things with a Greaser, the Prep's mortal enemies.

Ms. Danvers could hear the commotion coming from downstairs.  She figured something must be going on and most likely it was something not allowed at Bullworth.  As she descended the stairs, she could see a noisy crowd of Students who appeared to be ogling something.  She tried to see what the fuss was all about, but the crowd was too thick.  All of a sudden, she heard a joke being exchanged between Chad and Bryce.

"I say old chap, what's the difference between Vance and Edna's freezer ?", Bryce questioned.

"I dunno, what ?", replied Chad, already sniggering.

"Edna's freezer doesn't fart when you pull the meat out !", laughed Bryce.

Ms. Danvers was horrified by such a bad humored joke and immediately grabbed both boys by the collars. "How very inappropriate !", reprimanded Ms. Danvers, "Do tell me what is going on here !". The Students went silent, then all the rest scattered as they realized she was there.  Ms. Danvers was then able to see what all the kids had been gawking at.

"OH MY !!, Seth !, Max!, Edward !, Karl !", she screeched, "Come immediately !!"  The four Prefects came running into the Great Hall. "Take these disgusting photographs off the wall NOW !!   I will find who is responsible for this Tasteless Rubbish !"  Ms. Danvers then hauled Chad and Justin into the Office for questioning.

Gord and Vance had managed to escape the scene without any notice of them being there.  Each victim of Jake's latest plan took off running to hide.  Vance holed himself up in a closet in the Autoshop, and Gord hid in his room in the Harrington House and locked his door.
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[Repo Man]

The day of the boxing match arrived. Nick met with Laurent, Damon, Bo and Luis at the main gate of the School. They took bicycles and rode to the Glass Jaw Club at ten o'clock, as they were free, there were no classes on Sunday.  Nick hoped that the revelation of Gord's little ‘problem’ did not make Derby change his mind and withdraw from the match.

Derby was there when they reached the club. All Preps were there, too, except Tad and Gord.

"Oh, here's the Pauper Boy", Derby said snidely. He was still in his Aquaberry clothes. "I see you brought your little crew to witness you dying !"

"Whatever, Derby", Nick said. "Once I fuck you up in this ring, prepare to be humiliated even more after that crap with VenDome."

"Less talk, Penty" Derby said. "I suggest we change first.  I don't want to stain my clothes with your dirty blood."

Nick and Derby both went off and changed, then returned and entered the ring. A crowd of Students had gathered in the meantime.  They had Boxing Gloves, but were without any headgear, like professional boxers.  Derby was taller than Nick, and he was perfectly built.  Bryce entered the ring too, as referee.  Nick worried about a referee on his opponent's side, but he was determined to see Derby on the ground even if Bryce allowed him to be punched below the belt a few times. 

The opening bell rang, Nick and Derby hit gloves, and the match started.
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