The Bullworth Never Ending Story

[Mercury]

Tad paused just before the Vale’s branch of the Yum-Yum Market's door, breathing heavily. He took a brief look at Parker, Justin, and Gord as they all alighted from the Limo.  The Preps joined him and they all went inside.

"Hello, what can I do for you ?" said the Shopkeeper, who had his black hair combed back, and seemed to be constantly smiling.

"Why hello there, Mister Waldon. My name's Tad Spencer, you remember ?  You surely recognize my friend, Justin ?"

"Oh, yes, hello, happy to see you again.", Mr. Waldon responded, shaking Tad's hand.

"I've heard you had problems with kids defacing your shop with Eggs”, Justin said, “Am I right ?"

"Sure you are... But your friend here, he helped me. Thanks again, Mr. Tad", Mr. Waldon said.

"Yes", Tad continued, "The Spencer family is used to helping and respects everybody."
     
"It was the Harringtons", Justin said.

"The Harringtons ?", questioned Mr. Waldon.

"The Harringtons ?", questioned Mr. Waldon.

"They were the ones that threw the Eggs, Mr. Waldon", said Tad. "Be forewarned, don't let those disrespectful people buy anything at the shop of yours anymore."

"Of course, Mister Spencer", nodded Mr. Waldon.

"By the way, I'll take three oranges, please." Tad pointed.

The owner turned to reach for the oranges, and Justin tapped on Tad's shoulder. Tad simply smiled.  He had been right about the services.
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[Mercury]

Tony had taken the habit of sitting in front of his giant wall board with a mug of cold water, his Office in the dark, except the desk lamp he plugged next to his feet, oriented in the right direction.  He could sit there for hours, appreciating the feeling of cold water running down his throat and refreshing his whole body, while his brain was burning in search of a solution.  It was a moment out of time and nearly out of space he could spend time for himself, far away of the agitation of the School, situated only just a wall away.  It was incomprehensible that anybody disturbing him at this very moment would be greeted in a friendly way by Tony. 

Strangely, that wasn't the case with Ray.  Each time his face appeared next to the door, Tony waved him in and without a word, he dragged an chair next to his for his new friend to sit on.  Both used to remain silent for several minutes before Ray stood up to get a goblet of water, and once it was finished, the two boys went to grab food.  It was only at the Cafeteria that Tony opened his mouth and spoke normally.  He found in Ray a loyal person that didn't ask anything more than being his friend.

But this day, nothing or nobody had disturbed him.  Tony had stood up and drew one more arrow.  Once he was done, he gently put his hand on the sheet that announced SEX WITH KAREN.  His finger ran backwards on the arrow and met SAVED KAREN.…
Karen.  It had been so long since he had taken her out somewhere.  Tony took a deep breath and let his hand fall.  He put his mug on his desk, switched his lamp off and went out into the noisy hall in search of his girlfriend.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Jake hit upon his plan to carry out his latest scheme after recalling a movie he once saw.  However, to carry it out, he would need one key ingredient.  That, he hoped, he could obtain at the Wonder Meats Warehouse Processing Center in New Coventry.  While it was true that the Wonder Meats Slaughter Plant in Blue Skies had been closed and abandoned untold years ago, people of the Vale Valley still needed their meat products, fresh or otherwise.  This was supplied out of the Processing Center that was attached to the BMX Bike Park Building.  Wonder Meats had 'Generously' donated the use of this building for the use of the Greaser kids that hung around New Coventry as an Indoor Bike Park.  The truth of that was, it was a good tax write-off and got the Greasers off the street, at least part of the time.

Jake had never been to the Processing Center or the Bike Park, so that evening he took time off from listening in to conversations to go scope it out.  Poking around the Wonder Meats building, he discovered he couldn't find a way in through the front, which only consisted of five overhead bay loading doors.  Noting the connection to the Bike Park building, he decided to check things out from inside there.  He figured that there must be a connection between the buildings, and he was right.  Over inside the North-East section of the Bike Park, there was a door set in underneath a graffiti-painted "BMX" on the wall.  Jake had to move a couple of crates and jimmy open the door with the crowbar he had brought along. 

Moving through the darkness and flicking his lighter, Jake discovered there were actually as many as six buildings connected together in the complex.  Going through them one by one, he finally found what he sought in the middle Warehouse....Barrels marked 'Animal Discards'.  Opening each one took more time, until he found just the right one.  Investigating further, he found a wheeled dolly in a corner.  Perfect.  Now, all he had to do was steal the barrel he had selected.  For that he would have to bring the Go-Kart.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Later that night, Jake returned to the Bike Park on the Go-Kart.  He had come equipped with plenty of ropes he had found in the garage where he was staying.  It seemed as if the previous occupants had been climbing freaks.  There was plenty of mountains around here for it, all right.  Jake also had on an old-time Flying Headcover hat for a disguise.  As he pulled up to the overhead door, it automatically opened for him as if he were on a bike.  The inner overhead opened as well.  Jake drove right on in.

Unlike earlier tonight, he wasn't alone.  Two Greasers were biking around the Park.  When they saw the new intruder, they stopped ramping and headed their bikes in Jake's direction. 

"Yo, who the hell are you, Flyboy ?", one of them asked, screeching his bike to a halt beside the Go-Kart.

The other pulled up his bike beside the first one.  "Yeah, this here's a private place, suck-face."

Jake got out of the Go-Kart on the opposite side, keeping it between himself and the others. "Just the two screw-ups I wanted to see.  You boys are gonna help me out."

"We gonna help you out allright, help you out with a knuckle sandwich", said the first, dropping his bike and starting towards Jake.  The two Greasers were Norton and Lucky, one and the very same who had beat the shit out of another unfortunate Student, Geoff, who had encroached on their turf not so long ago.  But unlike Geoff, Jake was heavily armed.  He whipped out a Spud Gun and shot Norton in the nuts.

"OHH !! You PRICK !  I'm Gonna get you for that !" Hollered Norton, as he fell to the floor.

"Not today, Numbnuts", Jake said, laughing out loud at his own wording.  Those nuts would be numb for awhile.  He trained his weapon over onto Lucky.

"Err, hey, I dont's want any trouble", Lucky said, holding up his hands.

"Too, late, Jackass", Jake said, and shot Lucky in the nuts.

"OHH !!  Oh, No, Damn It !!  Right in the Hot Rod !", Screamed Lucky, as he went down.

Jake holstered his Spud Gun and got back in the Go-Kart.  He drove it over near the door he had found earlier.  Getting out again, he unslung the Air Rifle from across his back and walked back to the two Greasers withering on the floor.

"Get up, you Cro-Magnon Freaks", Jake said. "And don't think of trying nothing.  This here baby can take out a Kneecap."

The two Greasers got shakily to their feet, holding each other for support. "Now, Walk", Jake indicated, pointing the way over to where the Go-Kart was.  When they reached it, Jake ordered them to go through the door he had jimmied open earlier.  "And don't do nothing funny", he said. Jake closely followed them through the door, flicking on a flashlight he had brought along.  Keeping behind them, he directed them to the part of the Warehouse where the barrel he had selected was, and had them load it onto the wheeled dolly.  Then, still keeping them covered, had them push it back out through the door to the Bike Park.  Then, still keeping the Air Rifle trained on them, he reached into the back of the Go-Kart and threw out several coils of rope and ordered the two hapless Greasers to lash the barrel to the back of the Go-Kart.  This they did with great effort, hampered as they were by their sore privates. 

When they had secured the barrel to the Go-Kart to Jake's satisfaction, he had them lay down on the floor at gunpoint.  Both expected to be shot, but Jake pulled from his pocket another little goodie he had gotten off the Nerds during his time at the Carnival...Itching Powder.  He spread a couple of packets on the helpless Greasers, and guffawed as the began to whither around and scratch uncontrollably.  Jake hopped in the Go-Kart, and before he speed off, threw two Stink Bombs at them as well.  By the time Norton and Lucky had escaped the Stink Bomb  fumes and had stopped itching, Jake had driven out of the Bike Park and was gone.

Reaching his rented house a few minutes later, Jake unloaded the barrel from the back of the Go-Kart into his Garage.  He had caught lucky finding the two Greasers there at the Bike Park to do all the hard work for him, since the barrel was very heavy.  Once he had that done, he re-coiled the rope and stashed it, as he would need it later.  He still had a few items to obtain, this would make a visit to the Dragon's Wing basement necessary once more.  And, a trip to the Novelty Shop for some good-quality balloons.  Jake chuckled.  If his grand plan worked out, Hearts at the Valentine's Dance weren't the only things that were going to be red this year.
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[BloodChuckZ]

Mandy surveyed the arrangements with a rare smile.  Everything was going well.  The Headmaster had indeed make good on his word to supply her with all she needed for the Valentine's Dance.  Long tables that would be piled high with catered food and drink had been set in front of the pillars that supported the second-floor balcony in the Great Hall at the entrance to the School.  They were decorated with crepe' paper and streamers, all in alternating shades of red and white.  There were also streamers and balloons hung from the high ceiling, trailing down and giving the whole hall a festive look.  Long banners had been the subject of many of the girl's work, and were hung from the railings of the balconies as well.  There had been tables and chairs set up on the portico outside the entrance for the partygoers.  Dr. Crabblesnitch had also invited back Kurt and his Rocker Band to preform in the auditorium for the event, seeing as how the last performance had been interrupted.  Mandy wasn't so hot on that idea, but since the only other entertainment around was the Nerd's Theater Troupe, she held off her distaste and agreed.  In Exchange, she got the Good Doctor to make attendance mandatory for all students over 12, with the threat of detention or punishment if they didn't comply.  This was to be archived by the means of a sign-in desk at the door the night of the event.

Since it was still a few days until the Holiday, none of the foodstuffs had yet arrived....The little beggars would steal it.  That was to be trucked in on the day of the event, and guarded by the Prefects, a job they weren't real willing to do, seeing as how the rest of the Campus would be unprotected.  Still, it would be necessary to avoid theft and keep order, even though classes would be canceled for Valentine's Day.  The Prefects would pull double duty as well, having to watch over the event along with the chaperones....Ms. Danvers, Ms. Phillips, and Miss Peters. 

Yep, everything was going smoothly, all right.  Soon, she would reclaim her title as Queen of the School.  And Ted would be eating out of her panties once more.
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[BloodChuckZ]

The situation in the Bully Clique was getting intense...A bit too intense for Ethan, Troy, and Wade.  With nowhere left to turn, All three showed up at Russell’s house by the Vale Park that same evening.  They found Russell sprawled on the couch, having a few cold ones and laughing his ass off at some inane comedy on TV.  Happy to see his comrades come to his house, he waved them in.

“Russell Watching Funnies !!”, he guffawed.  “It about some stupid family with smartass kids.  It make Russell Laugh !!”

The three Bullies grinned. When Russell was in a good mood, he could always lift their spirits. It was refreshing to hear him enjoying himself.  Russell had been absent for much of the past few months.  The bombings had really upset him, and more and more he had chosen to stay away from Campus.  In fact, he hadn’t been around hardly at all since the big fight over in Blue Skies.  The others figured that he just went over the edge, a process which had been going since the end of summer, it seemed, every since Jimmy had been arrested and imprisoned.  Russell had come to become good friends with Jimmy, after Jimmy had beaten him in a legendary Hole Fight the year before.  Outside of the Bullies, Russell didn’t have any friends, and the loss of Jimmy had affected him deeply.  Already mentally challenged to the point of retardation, Jimmy’s arrest broke his will to lead the Clique, and he had turned that over to Trent. 

“You here all by yourself, Russell ?”, asked Ethan.

“Yeah”, Russell said, suddenly sad.  “Don’t know where anybody are.  Nobody here, just Russell.” He brightened again. “That’s why Russell happy to see you !”

Russell’s Parents were not around, for reasons that very few people knew.  His Father had an inside deal with some important people, to be able to get this fine house in the Vale.  While not one of the nicer houses of the rich just a ways to the West, it was still a sight better than most of the residents of the Vale Valley lived in.  His Father was said to be off on one mission or another, and his Mother was rumored to be in Jail somewhere.  Mysteriously, the bills still got paid, and the electricity was always on.  The Bullies knew nothing more than that, and being who they were, never really asked.

“We’re happy to see you too, Russell”, Wade said. “We need your help.”

Russell beamed. “Need Russell’s help ?  Need Russell to beat up someone ?  Russell Smash !!”

“No, Russell, No Smash”, Ethan said, “Least not yet.  We need you to come back and take over the Clique, Big Guy.”

“Take over ?”, Russell repeated, stumped. “What happen Trent ?”

“Uhhh....Trent’s gone”, said Troy. 

“Where he go ?”, asked Russell.

“We don’t know”, said Ethan, leaving out that Trent had been kicked out of the Clique. “We need you to take over again. Tom and Davis are fighting over it, and you’re the only one who can make them stop.”

“Tom...and Davis ?  Fighting ?” Russell repeated.

“Fighting each other”, Ethan said patiently.

“That Not Right !”, Russell said, finally getting it. “They not supposed to fight themselves !”

“No, they’re not, and we need you to come back and stop them and be Leader again”, said Ethan.

“Russell don’t know”, Russell said slowly. “No more Bombs ?  Russell hate Bombs.”

“No more Bombs”, assured Ethan. “That’s all over. We need you back, man.”  In a burst of rare inspiration, he said, “Jimmy would want you to come back.”

Russell’s face brightened at the mention of Jimmy’s name. “Yes...Jimmy would want”, he said, struck by remembering how Jimmy always took care of things.  “Then Russell Do It !! Russell be Leader again !! Russell DO !!”

The relieved boys exchanged high fives with each other and with Russell.  The Boss was back.
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[Mercury]

Karen stood against the wall, waiting for Mr. Galloway to come for the English class. She stared out in front of her, watching the Students passing by, as she had no friend nearby to talk with.  She was thinking about the hour she was going to spend at her trashed desk, writing assignments that she considered boring and useless.  So, it was a real pleasure for her to see Tony arrive and give her a long kiss while taking her hands.

"Karen... It's been so long, and I haven't taken you out somewhere”, Tony began.

"No, Tony, don't think about it, I understand…", she started to say.

"Shhh, Karen”, he cut her off, “Listen, I got no excuse. But I'd like you to come with me, right now, to the French Restaurant."

"Oh, Tony, I don't know what to say, I...", Karen said, surprised.

"Drop that book and skip class…Just take my hand, there's a table waiting for us", Tony said, smiling. “Just you and me.”
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[BloodChuckZ]

“We wanna know what you done with Fag-boy”, Damon said, confronting Ted in the Clubhouse. At his side was Bo, and standing arrayed behind them was Casey, Juri, Dan, and Luis.

Ted, who was sitting at the table along with Laurent, answered shortly, “It’s been all taken care of.  You can go take your showers anytime.”

“Better do it soon, too”, Laurent remarked, “You all are getting kind of gamey.”

“Shutup, newbie, this don’t concern you”, shot back Bo harshly.

“Can it, Bo”, Ted said, “He has just as much right to be here as you do.”

“The Hell you say”, spouted Bo, “We didn’t need no running back before to win games.”

Laurent, who had been recruited to Bullworth to fill the Running Back position after the Team had lost in the first round of the State Regional Playoffs, was the third foreigner to join the Team, after Luis and Juri.  However, the Team had also been beaten in the playoffs this season, and the causes remained a bone of contention among the players.

“He is a member of our Team”, said Ted firmly, “Just as Kirby is. You should all remember that.”

“That Queer-Boy don’t belong here”, Damon retorted.  “He can’t even catch the ball no more since he’s busy sticking it to Preps.”

Kirby was the team’s Wide Receiver, and in fact had once been a Nerd, although he didn’t want to be and had aspired to greater things.  He possessed an unerring talent for catching stuff, unlike other Nerds, and had tried out for the Football Team two years ago when he first came to Bullworth.  To the surprise of many, Burton had put him on the Team, making him the youngest ever to earn a Letter in the School’s history. Once on the Team, he had turned against his former ‘Brother’ Nerds, pounding them whenever the opportunity arose.  Until Laurent came along, he was the new kid.

“Be that as it may, Kirby is a member of the team”, Ted repeated.  “You would do well to remember that.”

“Or What ?”, challenged Bo. “You can’t throw for shit anymore, and I’m gonna be Quarterback next year.  And I’m not throwing passes to a Fucking FAG !!”

“I can pass just fine”, Ted said evenly, “As long as the front line does it’s job.”

Bo’s eyes bulged from his head in rage. “Whadda You Saying, You JACKASS !!”, he sputtered. He lunged at Ted, flailing his arms, only to be held back by Damon.  Ted had risen from his seat.

“Look”, Ted hissed. “Take a shower or don’t take a shower, it’s all the same to me.  You gotta problem with Kirby, take it up with Coach Burton.”

“You might wanna watch who you’re defending”, Damon rumbled, and some of the others voiced agreement.

Ted leaned over the table and glared steel into each pair of eyes in turn.  “And if any of you have a problem with me, you can take it up man-to-man, and not like a bunch of Pussies.  Until then, this conversation is done.”

No one moved.  Ted shouldered his way out of the Clubhouse, followed by Laurent.
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[Mike_W]

Late in the afternoon the activity in the Boy's Dorm was winding down.  Most of the Students were off completing homework in their rooms or shooting the shit out in the hallway.  Troy, Wade, and Tom all sat at the game table playing a card game to try and earn some extra cash.  So far Troy was winning. Troy was usually piss poor when it came to academics and just about everything else, but he was a whiz at betting money.  Troy was well known among his peers to be a grade-A darts player and also a good card player.

As they were about to deal the next hand, Trent wandered into the room.  He had decided to come back to Campus hoping that his idiot friends would have calmed down some and lost some of the edge from the last week.

"Hey guys, mind if I join this hand ?  I got some money to put down." Trent asked.

"Fuck you dink weed !", said Wade, "I thought we told you to scram ?"

"Hey, here's an idea. Hows about you take that money of yours and just hand it over, no playing required ?", suggested Tom.

As the boys shuffled the cards, Trent reached under the table and pulled a latch on the table legs.  The table instantly folded and collapsed spilling cards, chips, and cash everywhere.

"You Son of a Bitch !", shouted Wade.  Trent turned on a dime and fled from the room, a shit-eating grin wide across his face.  Wade and Tom gave chase as the not-so-dumb Troy bent over and picked up all the cash that had scattered on the floor. Getting close to the Dorm’s front doors, Wade and Tom were suddenly upended by slipping on what seemed like a whole bag of Marbles that Trent had scattered on the floor before he ran out the doors.  A funny scene ensued, as they fell on their asses again and again.

As soon as the two burst out the front doors of the Dorm in their pursuit of Trent, they realized they had lost him. Trent was long gone.  "We'll get you next time you piece of Shit !", Tom called out into the winter night.  As Tom and Wade turned to go back inside the Dorm, they were approached by Russell coming around from the Southside of the Dorm.

"Hey, what's up Dude ?", greeted Wade.

“Russell hear noises”, Russell said.  “Why that ?”

“Oh, nothing”, Tom said, “Just chasing a Rat.”

Since Russell obviously hadn’t seen Trent, Wade felt he should turn Russell’s attention to something else.  “Um…You sure look happy, Russell.  Wot’s up ?”
 
"Russell find new way to earn Cash !", Russell proudly announced.  Russell had found out that his recently re-adopted crew was having financial difficulty.  All those little lunch money heists just weren't cutting it anymore.
 
"Oh yeah?", said Tom, jokingly. “What is it ?”

"Follow Russell, tomorrow morning. I show you what Russell means", Russell said. Though the boys asked questions, Russell gleefully refused to say any more about it.
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[Mike_W]

The next morning, Russell gathered his Clique in the Common Room and told them to go and snatch some bikes over by the Autoshop and meet up next to the In and Out Motel in Town.  At about noon time, all the Bullies pulled up on the street outside of the Motel.  Russell showed up last, out of breath from running the whole way.

"So where exactly are we going ?", questioned Ethan.

"Follow Russell !", the big Bully commanded.

Russell had led his clique into the Parking Lot of the recently renovated In and Out Motel.  This place was notorious for shady happenings.  The Bullies used to use this area as a gathering place last year, but the Townies had since gained some control of this area.  The Motel still wasn't very busy and due to it’s off-street seclusion, and was still a prime spot for all sorts of vices.

"Russell Is Here !", called Russell.  From behind some trees, out stepped a Townie dressed in an orange and green jacket.  The other Bullies pulled back in hostility.

“That’s one of them Fucks that attacked us over in Blue Skies !”, cried Tom, forgetting the fact that the Bullies had been on a mission to attack the Townies in Zoe’s defense.

“It All Right !”, Russell spoke. “Russell Make Peace !  Just Hear Out !”

The Townie approached the group.  He introduced himself as Jerry, and then checked to make sure no one else had followed Russell's Clique to the location.

"Alright, here's the deal.", Jerry said, getting down to business.  He pulled out a little baggy from his pocket.
 
"No fucking way !", Wade said in delighted disbelief.

"Yes Way, Yes Way !", shouted Russell, clapping his hands in excitement.  Jerry tossed the little baggy to Russell and demanded he pay him $40 for it.  The naive Russell had just recruited his Clique to pedal drugs for the Townies.  The other Bullies didn't seem to have any real problem with this, they knew how much money this would bring in.  There were plenty of students at the Academy that would love to get their hands on some "whacky tobbacky".  In addition, some of the Bullies liked to get baked themselves.  It was a win-win situation.
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[BloodChuckZ]

“Hey, Cock-a-do, what’s new ?” Greeted Ricky to Norton in the backlot of the Autoshop.

Looking around to see if their conversation was private, Norton replied, “I think it time for a change around here.”

“How So, Daddy-O ?”, asked Ricky, intrigued. “What’cha mean ?”

“Peanut should go”, Norton continued. “He’s a Queer-Lover.”

Ricky nodded, as he had just the same thoughts himself about Peanut. “So tell the plan, big man.”

“Get the others”, Norton said.  “I’m gonna call him out.”

Ricky smiled, and went to gather the other Greasers.  When Johnny had left, he had anointed Peanut as his successor over Norton, mostly because Peanut had been more servile than Norton had been.  Also, Peanut had been more of a friend to Johnny, consoling him after every one of Lola’s shenanigans, something Norton wouldn’t do because he considered her a Tramp. Peanut had also ingrained himself in other ways to Johnny, virtually insuring that Johnny would pick Peanut to lead if the time ever came, which it did.  This had really pissed off Norton, who always felt that he should be the legitimate successor.

Norton circled around to the front of the Autoshop, while the rest of the Greasers followed.  The scent of a fight was in the air. “Oh, Peanut ! Come out to play-ay !".

The Autoshop door opened and out stepped Peanut. “What’s up, Nort ?”, he said cautiously, seeing the assembling Greasers behind Norton.

“It be time for a change, little man ! I’m taking over !”, thundered Norton.

Peanut’s initial shock at this pronouncement quickly turned to anger. “Youse only think you is taking over, yah brainless Monkey !  COM’ON !!”

Both Greasers assumed the fight stance and at once began to circle each other.  The other Greasers looked on with a mix of emotions. A challenge for leadership had not happened for a very long time in the Greaser Clique.  Peanut struck the first blow, an ineffectual hit to the shoulder of Norton, who shrugged it off and whacked Peanut with two quick jabs to the face.

“That all you got, Lar-rry ?”, Norton taunted, using Peanut’s real name. This only served to bring out more anger in Peanut, and he threw a combo of wild swings that Norton easily avoided.

“Shuddup, yah black Baboon !”, growled Peanut. He waded in swinging and got several more hard jabs in the face as a result.

“”I’m gonna put your dick in the dirt, queer-lover”, Norton threatened. “We see who the Monkey is then, Lar-rry !”

“Don’t Call Me That !”, shouted Peanut, still trying to land a solid blow.

“Lar-rry ! Lar-rry ! Lar-rry !”, taunted Norton. “Fag-Lover Larry !!”

“I only said we should give Vance a chance”, growled Peanut through gritted teeth.  “That don’t make me a Queer-Lover, you dumb asswipe.”

“It be all the same”, Norton retorted, “You run wit the dogs, you catch dere fleas, Lar-rry !”

At that, Peanut charged in again, actually managing to get a good gut shot in on Norton that doubled him up.  Peanut’s follow-up blow was blocked by Norton’s arm, however, and Norton shoved him back with a left fist to the head. 

“Yah hit like a girl, short shit”, said Norton, regaining his ground.  “A Queer could hit harder than that.”

An enraged Peanut charged in again, throwing a roundhouse left that completely missed as Norton ducked.  Off-balance, Peanut fell to the ground.

"Careful, you might hurt'cha self", Norton joked as Peanut hit the ground.  He planted a solid kick to Peanut’s rear-end as he tried to get up, knocking him back down.  Peanut took a couple of rolls and regained his feet.

Norton was laughing so hard at this that he didn’t see Peanut come up on his blind side and crack him a good one in his mouth.  Backing up a few steps, Norton tasted blood, and he now became enraged himself.  No more pissing around.  He went after Peanut with a renewed purpose, beating him about the Autoshop yard while the other Greasers watched in eerie silence. All of them, with the exception of Ricky, felt divided loyalties.  Could this really be happening in their Clique ?

“Gotta Help Johnny, Gotta Help Johnny”, Norton mimicked Peanut’s rallying cries from last year.  “No Johnny here now to help you, little Shit !”

Peanut was being battered so hard he couldn’t defend himself from the blows raining down on him from the much taller Norton.  Backed up against the wall, he took a flurry of landed punches and suddenly, like a small oak falling in the forest, toppled over. He was beaten.

Norton backed up and wiped blood from his lip with the sleeve of his leather jacket.  He turned and faced the others.

“I’m In Charge Now !!”, he hollered to the others standing nearby. “Anybody Wanna Challenge Me ?”

The Greasers remained silent. Norton pushed his way through the boys and stalked off.
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[Mercury]

Derby looked nervously around him, and took out a cigarette.  He checked his pockets, but soon realized he had forgot his lighter.  He stood there until Bif came out of the last Yum-Yum Market.  The tall Prep rubbed his hands together and breathed on them to warm up as well as he could.  As he saw Derby needed to light up his cigarette, he quickly produced a lighter from his back pocket and announced the bad news.

"They got no Flowers here either”, Bif said.

"No Flowers ? No Flowers ?", Derby repeated while combing his hair back, frustrated.

"I'm sorry, Derby”, Bif said,  “I tried to get Chocolates...Couldn’t.  Or Anything else..."

"Listen." Derby had stopped, and raised his hand to the level of his shoulder, the cigarette between two of his fingers. "This isn't normal. They always had Flowers and Chocolates. Now, all of a sudden, none of them have any ?"

"I know, Derby, I don’t get it… “, Bif stopped.  “No, wait.... You don't think it can be..."

"Spencer”, Derby said darkly. “He’s done this.”

"No way, man, no way !", Bif swore. “How would he be able to control such a place ?"

"I know it's him”, Derby said with certainty.

"Come on, Derby, you're being paranoid. Tad is giving you hard time, but he's nothing compared to us”, Bif argued.

Derby was silent for a moment.  Then, he said, "You may to be right.…How could he ?" Derby put his hand on his forehead, and closed the eyes for a moment. "Come on, let's extort the Nerds.  We're offering protection, after all, aren't we ?  Ha-Ha...Yeah, let's do that, Bif."

They started off, Derby taking a long drag and throwing his cigarette away.
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[Mercury]

As the freshness of the morning woke her up, Pinky rubbed her eyes and sat up in the bed she shared with Kurt for the night.  She looked at the empty pillow next to her and decided to get up.   Her head was aching.  She made her way to the bathroom and flushed her face with cold water before looking at herself in the broken part of mirror that Tibo had clumsily hung up on the wall.   The makeup she had forgot to remove the previous day was still a bit smeared around her eyes, and her hair needed to be combed, but for now, that wasn't important.  She kicked away a pair of underwear lying on the floor, and went downstairs to eat something.

Benny sat at the table in the Kitchen , working on what looked like an old Radio to Pinky.

"Hey, Benny”, Pinky said cheerfully, feeling a bit better.

"Hi Pinky”, Benny said without looking up. "Woke up late I see."

"Uh... Yeah...", Pinky said, half-embarrassed.

Benny took a short look at Pinky as she was looking for a bottle of milk in the Fridge. She definitely was a beautiful girl, and didn't seem to mind that all the boys could see her in her blue panties in the morning.

"Where did Tibo put the cereal again ?" She asked in an imploring voice.

"Don't know, uh....", Benny thought. “You tried that closet-thing where we put the bowls ?"

"Oh, there it is. Thanks, Benny...", she said sweetly.

"Just have to think in a masculine-sorta way, Pinky”, He said jokingly, eyes still stuck on his Radio.

Pinky took a chair, and sat next to Benny. For a moment, she looked silently at his work, munching her breakfast, but her curiosity was stronger than any point of her personality.

"What is this for ?" she asked, pointing inside the Radio.

"Uh, you mean that ?“ Benny indicated a part inside the Radio. “That's a Transistor.  It’s used to amplify electric signals."

"I see." She nodded. "Benny ?"

"Yes, Pinky ?", he replied, still bent over his work.

"Don't you think we should, like... Clean up this whole place ?", she asked.

"Why ?  What's the problem with it ?" Benny asked, looking up around him.

"Benny, you know what I'm talking about !" She punched Benny in the shoulder, and made him grin.

"Seriously”, Benny laughed,  “I kinda agree with you.  I'll talk to Kurt about it."

"Thanks, Benny”, Pinky smiled.

Pinky stood up, put her bowl in the sink, left the Kitchen, and then readjusted her panties while climbing up the stairs.  She had stopped and took a brief look at the living room before continuing to the second floor.  Pizza boxes were lying everywhere.  There were beer bottles on the couch.  One was broken, and the broken glass was scattered around it.  Next to it was the TV Remote that had lost his batteries two weeks ago.  Pinky sighed. There will be a lot of work.
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[Mike_W]

Upon returning to the Dorm, the Bullies sat down at the couch and the few chairs to think about their new money making enterprise.  This would be perfect, no more threatening for Lunch money.  Although they liked to push the other Students around, they were tired of earning just pocket change as a result.  It was certainly time to move on to greener pastures, much greener pastures.  What the Bullies had not understood was why they were allowed in on this little scheme.  They had always thought the Greasers had secretly smuggled in the ‘goods’ in years past, but it turns out they did more ‘using’ than selling.

By orders from Russell, each Bully was to be in charge of their own ‘territory’ on Campus.  Each member would have a designated place of business.  Troy was given the upstairs School Bathroom, Tom was given the downstairs School Bathroom, and everyone else would get a place outside....Wade was to control the area behind the Dorm, Davis was given the inside of the Dorm, and Ethan was given the Parking Lot.  While Russell hardly possessed a single ounce of intelligence, he realized how significant this opportunity was.  This gig was perfect.  With Russell in charge of the whole thing, no one would dare screw them over.  The plan was bulletproof.
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[Mike_W]

Bo Jackson was a mess.  He was putting up with a ton of bullshit recently, with all that had been happening within his Clique.  He spent the better part of Chemistry talking with Casey about plans for later that night.  They needed a way to unwind, and through Schoolyard gossip, they had found exactly what they needed.

Bo cautiously approached the upstairs Bathroom, looking both ways to make sure no prefects would find him suspicious.  Taking a left, he entered the Bathroom, acting naturally.  He slowly entered the center stall and closed the door.  As he had anticipated, a hand appeared under the partition wall and motioned to him.  Suddenly came the gruff voice of Troy Miller.

"What-do-you-need ?" said Troy in his usual voice, struggling to string a coherent sentence together.

"I'm looking for something nice, some good quality grass", responded Bo.

"Excellent, I-have-just-the-thing", said Troy.  Soon, a little plastic baggie appeared under the stall.  When Bo went to grab for it, Troy pulled it back. "Money-first, asswipe", demanded Troy.

"Okay, fine.", said Bo as he forked over the cash.

"Great!, Glad-to-do-business. Please-remember-to-flush", Troy strained.

Tonight was going to be great.  If Bo was careful in rationing his new product, there would be enough for himself, Casey, and a few other guys.  It seemed the long-forgotten Jake was no longer the only rising Salesman at Bullworth.
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