I look up, only to see Nathan Thomas. The guy’s nothing but a basic bully with an inflated ego, “what the fuck doyouwant?” I ask.
He smirks at me, “how’s daddy doing?”
I clench my fists, he’s begging for a fucking beating right now.
“Go annoy someone else Nathan” Blair growls.
Nathan gets closer –too close for comfort– and leans in so no one else can hear him, “does anyone else know daddy’s a piece of shit who likes to hit women?”
He pulls away and I can see Blair looking at me wearily, but a moment later my vision turns red.
I’m going to put my fist through his face like it’s a sheet of fucking paper.
I jump out of my seat and connect my fist with his jaw, I tackle him to the ground while he tries to gain his bearings. I’m throwing punches left and right, relishing in the sight of blood dripping out of his mouth and nose. But my glory is short-lived when his friends pull me off of him and start laying into me.
It turns into an all out brawl when Blair jumps in, and the whole cafeteria goes wild. Teachers eventually come and break up the fight, pulling us apart from one another. I look at the three of them and I’m pleased with the results, they look like shit.
Blair and I sit in the office in silence, waiting to hear what punishment we’re about to receive when I turn to him, “thanks for having my back.”
“Always bro” he responds, lightly punching my shoulder.
“Ow” I chuckle, that fucking hurt.
Present
The entire workout I wanted to die, that shit was so ass. I’m not going to be able to walk for the next two days.
I’m spotting Davis on his last set of bench presses when the door to the locker room swings open and we all get sprayed with freezing cold water. I turn to see Claire, Steph, and even Coach with water guns.
What the fuck?
“Water fight!” Steph screams.
They run out the back doors and we chase after them. As we run out we see a bucket filled with water balloons and water guns. When the team grabs their weapons, it turns into an all out war.
Cold water flies everywhere while we all scream and laugh at one another. August picks Steph up and throws her over his shoulder, both smiling as wide as possible with red tints to their cheeks.
Claire comes sneaking up behind me and dumps a bucket over my head, “you’re so dead” I bellow as she runs away giggling.
I grab the boys and corner her against the building, we all empty the guns while she shrieks. We throw our empty water guns back into the bucket and then walk over to Coach with the girls.
“Even you?” August asks Tony.
“Yeah, Steph and Claire texted me before practice about letting you guys have a bit of fun and I thought, what the hell, why not?” he chuckles.
Wow, Coach is letting loose and actually having fun for once?
“Alright, now get your ass’s home, get some rest, and I’ll see you Saturday.”
We turn back towards the building, grabbing our stuff from the locker room and then head back to the parking lot to get in our cars. Steph and Claire are waiting for us, and the smiles on their faces are priceless.
I lean in close to Claire as I walk past, “I’ll be getting you back for this pretty girl, it may have been fun but I don’t like being messed with.”
When I get into the car next to Blair he’s staring at his phone blankly, his face void of emotion. I rest a hand on his shoulder, “what’s going on?”
He doesn’t look up, but answers me regardless, “Jurian Price just died.”
Holy shit.
