Once a few people filed in, and after he'd waved at one, Baltimore stood up to unzip the backpack and lay out all the goods. A few large bottles of Coke and one 2 Liter of Mountain dew along with the cookies, just no cups. Sighing he gave the most exasperated look he could spare at his brother-in-law, or rather, while they were in school, teacher.
"I'm gonna go grab those cups from your room, Lance," he said, immediately out of the classroom. Lance immediately followed behind to call out.
"It's Mr. Roth in front of the student body, Baltimore, goddammit, kid. And don't forget the plates either." He quickly turned around, nearly smacking into the girl right next to him. He recognized her face immediately, noting he'd been in one of his classes and, well, that whole protesting spiel did just happen a few moments ago. A sigh parted his lips and he leaned against the door frame. "You know, they usually call doing something wrong and feeling bad about it guilt. And usually, what accompanies that is a pity party. So, if you aren't going to be spewing 'God Hates Fags' bullshit, you can come in and start actually acting like a Christian, maybe hang up the pity at the door. There are cookies on the table and my little brother's getting the cups for the drinks. We'll be starting soon if you want to grab a seat."
With that, Lance kicked the doorstop in place and found his way back to the front with a shining smile on his face. "I'm sure your ideas are excellent. If you need anything from me, I'd be happy to help. Otherwise, you have all the say while the clock is ticking."
On the other side of the hall, Baltimore immediately turned the corner to find a wonderful surprise. Well, maybe it wasn't wonderful. The whole, 'Standing up for victims' things really did a number on his mind and Baltimore had half a mind to simply turn a blind eye to the situation. But, then there was the entire fact that his brother-in-law and teacher would probably hate him forever and on top of that he'd likely lose his decent human being card. Honestly, being a decent person wasn't as hard as people make it out to be, but for someone with as much anxiety and nerves as Baltimore, doing something like this really put his mind in a loop.
The conflict raging in his head would likely be the death of this kid, however, and Baltimore, on impulse, strode forward to grab the group's attention. "Hey, the kid's not a Rebel spy, so you Stormtroopers can stand down," he called out, pushing past to lift Lukas from the ground.
"The hell you doin' protecting a gay boy like him?" one of the students spoke up, and a smirk lifted his lips, "Oh, I see, you're this gay's boyfriend, huh? With a name like Baltimore, it's pretty obvious you've got a hankerin' for dick."
"Ooh, someone making fun of my name. That's incredibly original. You gonna post that on tumblr, kiddo? Gonna get on Reddit to tell the entire internet how you slammed a guy for having a funny name?" Baltimore retorted, fanning his face with a stray hand, "Ooh, man it's getting heated in here. This guy's got the big guns."
A push from one of the others caught his attention and Baltimore's eyes immediately fell downward to witness an enraged 4'10" senior. The gelled back hair and indoor shades were pushing it, but the technicolor tank top really pushed him over the edge. Bonafide douchebag straight from Daytona Beach. "Whoa, little short for a Stormtrooper, dontcha think, Joseph? Man, that is one sick tank top. You might as well just plaster 'Frat Boy' right on the chest there. I bet your bros are so totally jealous. Watch out, they might go dig a shallow grave out there for ya, sell you off to some old, rich bear looking for a dandy boy to tote around."
"Who the fuck you think you are?"
"Baltimore Dallas Harris," he recited clear as day, "Which business card would you like today? The one that states that my mom's head of a real estate company running this town or do you want the city planner one?" Baltimore ushered himself closer to the kid, leaning forward to give him a good, clean look at his cheek. He tapped it with a wide smirk, "Go ahead, I'll let you get the first hit in and then give you time to come up with an explanation as to how momma's baby boy got a shiner swelling his eye shut. Quick, tell me, you want a trailer home or a box in the alleyway?"
The student took about as long as it did to cook an egg figuring out whether he really wanted his parents to lose their property and go for it or just walk away. The look of defeat told Baltimore exactly what clicked in his brain and the kid signaled the rest of his gang back. "Punk ass kid, hiding behind his mother like a faggot," he called out, before making his way down the hall.
"Maybe pay attention in English, you might learn how to actually insult better when the next time rolls around."
Once they disappeared down one of the corners, Baltimore ignored Lukas in favor of the trashcan just across the hallway. Literally no one walking by stood within ten feet as he hurled his lunch right down the chute. After taking a moment to regain his breath, Baltimore pushed himself off and turned toward Lukas once he wiped his mouth clean. He almost held out his hand for him to shake, but that definitely sounded very unsanitary. He withdrew and simply gave Luke a closed mouth smile.
"You don't happen to have a pack of gum?" he asked, a little more than pale face, "That was a one time thing, by the way, cause I'm pretty sure I won't be able to hold back my vomit the next time."
"You do realize my sister's cooking is poison, right?" Baltimore's eyes flicked up from the tupperware filled to the brim with cookies. Most had been burned in Arianna's definite mishap in the kitchen, but there definitely were a few, mostly set to the side, that glazed golden perfection. He could guess what little trick his brother-in-law pulled up his sleeve without Arianna realizing.
Approaching the little congregation of Satan's little missionaries, Baltimore held the tupperware high. His nerves were wired straight through his body, but the smile on his face said otherwise. "And Moses said unto thee, 'Let my people go!' and the picket line of hypocritical, sex fiend, promise ring wearing, 'Jesus was white' mongering, Catholic hating, demons parted to let the Israelites free from their tyranny bound slavery! And thus was God's word."