A roll of posters under his arm, Harvey walked through the halls putting up new posters to promote his candidacy. Although he was sure he wouldn't need these, he put them up anyway. He had a more reliable way to ensure his victory. It was during this time that he bumped into two lower-classmen.
"Hey! Watch you were you loser freshman are going." He smoothed out his suit, as he had went formal that day.
Pam stepped out of class and nearly slammed into Dent, who was busy tormenting Dick and the rude guy. She'd been methodically tearing down his posters around the school and was disappointed to see he'd brought more.
"Really, Dent? Isn't it enough we have to see your face in class, now you have to hang it up all over the school?" She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah I almost feel bad for being rude to her." He said peeling off the sticker and crumbling it up. "I have a feeling I'm going to be sabotaging his campaign sooner then later."
"Future President over there!" He yelled with a grin.
Dent proceeded to sigh and roll his eyes at the sound of an all too familiar voice. He turned on his heel to see None another than Pamela, who appeared to be fresh out of class.
"Resorting to skin deep insults again, I see. And I'll have you know it's perfectly fine of me to hang up my posters. Too bad they always mysteriously disappear..." He shot her a knowing glance.
"You guys have good taste," she said to Dick and his friend with a laugh, tearing another one of Dent's posters off the wall.
Harvey began to subconsciously fiddle with the coin in his pocket. He tended to do this when he became torn. He opened his mouth but decided to just not say anything. As much as he despised her at times, Pam was one of the few around this place that proved to be his match. Knowing she would just rip them down, he gave up putting up his posters and dropped them on the floor as he began to hobble away.
Mike inhaled deeply the warm smells of the past Gotham city and immediately coughed, the horrible stench burning his nostrils. He might get into a lot of trouble when he returned to his own time, but right now he was more concerned about having a good time. If he became a pro football player now, then by the time he returned home he'd be a billionaire. At least that was the plan.
Inside the school, Mike grinned his biggest, cheesiest smile. Passing a group of girls he smoothed back his hair. "Lllllllaaadies."
They giggled as he passed, on his way out to the field at the back of the school. Time to impress some stone-age high school coaches.
Pam laughed and brushed her hair out of her face. Maybe hanging out with the freshmen wasn't such a bad thing. They weren't as snooty as Wayne and his friends or as gross as Dent. "My probation officer just tells me to keep out of trouble. She's not as complimentary as yours."
Ted pressed himself flat against the wall, making sure the new kid couldn't see him. This one seemed like a prime target. Ted snickered, and tiptoed slowly towards him while he flirted with some girls, who would obviously smack him if given half a chance. Ted was more or less the practical joker of the school, but most of the older kids had already learned his tricks. Which was why he was stalking the new kid. The new kid was walking towards the field, so Ted cut across a hallway. As the kid passed, Ted jumped out of the hall, yelling, aiming to tackle him.
"So where are these dudes we were supposed to meet?"
"They try to be nice to all the kids at the foster home, especially the ones they have to pick up from the precinct every night like me." He laughed, he was actually starting to enjoy this school, maybe these guys weren't so bad.
Mike had almost reached the door when a loud yell filled the hall. He turned around in time to let out a girlish scream at the sight of some kid launching himself through the air. With no time to get out of the way, Mike took the brunt of the maniacal attack and was sent crashing to the floor.
"I never read anything about this kind of greeting in the history books," he moaned, rubbing his now extremely sore buttocks. Maybe this was how they initiated the new kid at this school. If so he would have much preferred a tackle from a bunch of cheerleaders.
The new kid let out a girly scream, which made Ted start laughing in mid-air. He crashed into the kid, who fell to the floor. Ted just lay there laughing, not able to catch his breath for long enough to get up. Okay, maybe that wasn't so much a practical joke, but tackling people was fun. Ted would join the football team if a) he could catch a football and b) if he didn't scream and run away as soon as the other kids started to run at him. This might not be a problem, but he typically ran in the wrong direction. " I never read anything about this kind of greeting in the history books," Ted managed to stop laughing for long enough to quip, "Why, are you from the 23rd century or something?" What a weirdo.
Jason was a little suprised by her questions, he didn't mind talking about it but it was just weird that someone...cared.
"Well I don't really live there, I usually stay out, in the streets, in jail or at peoples apartments, oh and my father was a criminal, he went to prison and I lived with my drug addicted mom, she died and when he got out of jail he just....disappeared."
"Why, are you from the 23rd century or something?"
Mike waved his arms in the air frantically and shook his head. "Me? From the future? That's crazy," he laughed hysterically. "Almost as crazy as jumping out at people. I have to say I like your style, though. You headed for the football tryouts too?"
He stood and offered the guy a hand up.
The kid seemed to overreact a bit to Ted's silly question. He waved his arms wildly. " Me? From the future? That's crazy," Um…yeah, of course it was. Only the Flash could time-travel, everyone knew that. " Almost as crazy as jumping out at people. I have to say I like your style, though. You headed for the football tryouts too?" Touché. Ted had a very good reason for jumping at people, he just hadn't figured out what it was yet. "Yeah, I'm trying out." GAH! Why had he said that? Ted hated football! He always got hurt, or cried like a little girl. Still, what had been said could not be unsaid! "I'm Ted!" Ted said. What? He had done it again! He should have said a cool name…like…um…SOMETHING COOL! Not Ted…Ted was a lame name.
Mike cringed at his own horrible overreaction but when the guy said "Yeah, I'm trying out." he felt a little better.
"Great! We can go together." He grinned widely and was about to ask his new buddy's name when he said "I'm Ted!".
Mike had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. "What? Is that short for Theodore or something? First thing about introductions, my friend? Always make up a cool name. You can call me Lazarus." He looked back at Ted to see he was a little downtrodden and instantly regretted what he said. "I'm just kidding though. My name's Mike, by the way."
"Well, plants tend to be a little friendly than people." Pam smiled, feeling a little pathetic. "I'll introduce you to my babies sometime." Great, now she sounded like even more of a loser. She had to stop referring to her plants as though they were people.
" Great! We can go together" Darn! That meant that Ted couldn't sneak away. He would have to follow through with the trying out. And the new kid seemed about to laugh at Ted's name…" What? Is that short for Theodore or something? First thing about introductions, my friend? Always make up a cool name. You can call me Lazarus." Aw…that was SUCH a cool name! Why hadn't Ted thought of that? He could have even said he was Ted the Terminator, or something cool like that! But nooo…just Ted. He was disappointed in himself. " "I'm just kidding though. My name's Mike, by the way." Mike? That was even worse than Ted! Ted's good humor immediately returned, as he forgot that the looming nightmare that was football waiting just out on the field.
Mike led the way out onto the field and smiled happily at the familiar sight of a football field. Well, maybe not entirely familiar. This grass looked real and the balls were probably made out of rubber or some kind of primitive material. Next to him Ted seemed to be freaking out, which was understandable. "Don't worry, man. Tryouts are the easy part."
"Sounds good to me." He smiled, if his correction officer told him he was going to be setting up a date with a cheerleader he'd have laughed in the guys face, "I was planning on trying to sabotage that Dent guy after school, so we can meet up after."
Ted thought he was about to have a panic attack. WHAT WAS HE DOING?! Waylon and Bane were probably going to try out, and they were going to KILL him! This was really bad! And it was all MIKE's fault! Ted wasn't sure why, but it just WAS. He wondered if his stash of Chocos was still in his locker. He was going to need a lot of cookies to get over this trauma. If he still had any teeth left after the tryouts. Mike noticed his (very obvious) distress. " Don't worry, man. Tryouts are the easy part." Oh no. What if Ted actually got on the TEAM?! His parents would not let him quit, NO WAY! They'd been trying to get him to do sports for years now. "OH MY GOD, I"M GOING TO DIEE!" Ted yelled out loud.
Mike nearly jumped out of his skin as Ted yelled "OH MY GOD, I"M GOING TO DIEE!" Shaking the ringing out of his head, he turned to Ted and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look at it this way, if you try out you probably won't make the team, BUT it would really help me look even better. So how about you help me out, and then I'll return the favour...later...maybe..." There was no way Ted would make the team, but Mike was never above using any situation to his advantage. He'd come back to the past to get his fame and if this scrawny little nerd could help him with that all the better. "What do ya say, Teddy boy?"
"Great. I can't wait." Pam blushed a little as Dick came up to them, thrilled that he had found the courtyard. A little fresh air would be nice right about now, considering how flushed her face was. "Well, I knew where the courtyard was. I was just a little...distracted."
Mike actually seemed surprised that Ted was freaking out. This wasn't really an unusual state of events. Ted freaked out about everything. The teachers had stopped giving pop quizzes in his classes because he would either get a nosebleed, or yell that he was going to die. Mike put a hand on Ted's shoulder. " Look at it this way, if you try out you probably won't make the team, BUT it would really help me look even better. So how about you help me out, and then I'll return the favour...later...maybe…" Mike would owe Ted? The schemes! Ted could make Mike help him prank that weird Martian kid who was always breaking into Ted's locker to steal his cookies! This might actually be worth trying out for football practice. Ted forgot that his life was being torn apart due to severe football trauma right now, and cheered up. " What do ya say, Teddy boy?" "BWAHAHA!…I mean yeah! I mean, don't call me Teddy!"
Mike raised an eyebrow and took a bit of a step back. "Uh, okay. Are you always so twitchy? You might want to cut some caffeine out of your diet." So far everything was going smoothly. Before he knew it Mike would be the star quarter back and then on to bigger and better things. And then the money would start to flow in and he would be so famous he'd have to have more security than the president. Caught up in his dream world, he stared off into the sky picturing his mansion and trophy wife and thousands of MVP trophies.