"What'd you say, fat-ass?"
Phillip sighed and shut his blue locker. He turned round and Jack was right there behind him. His Red and Blue Letterman jacket shone brightly. Ben and Gary flanked him, the three of them each weighed as much as Phillip, except in muscle.
"Oh, yeah congrats on Varsity guys," he gave them a thumbs up and smiled ridiculously.
The hallway was packed with kids, no one came within two yards of the trio. Ben and Gary were gawking at girl's butts, most of them didn't know or didn't care. Jack's huge chest touched Phillip's flab.
"You didn't do our homework."
Phillip chuckled and Jack shoved him hard against the locker.
No one broke stride. Jack tossed Three thick binders at him, Phillip barely managed to cover his face. "That hurts, you know."
"Then do it, wise-ass."
"Jack, I'm the only person in your close who you can bully to do your homework. If I say no, you fail. Then you can't quarterback anymore. Understand?"
Phillip sighed, "We. Make. Deal. Un...der...stand?"
Slammed against the locker again, "I'm not stupid!"
"Okay, okay!" Phillip put his hands up. "Then make a deal with me, look smart, and play football."
Jack clenched his jaw, looked at Ben and Gary who shrugged. "Fine."
"First, don't touch me. Second, get my Abby Smith's number. Third-"
"Fuck you in the ass?"
"Sorry, maybe someday. Third, give me protection."
The trio burst in raucous laughter, Jack wiped away a tear. "You're a funny guy!"
"Trent Eisenhower...our new starting quarterback!"
Jack stopped laughing, Ben and Gary didn't get the memo. He stared them down. They looked at butts again.
"Fine, Jordans. Fine." His phone beeped and he checked it, grinned. "Gotta go boys. That homework better be gold, 24 fucking karat."
"If you keep up your side."
Jack snarled and stormed off into the gaggle of kids. Ben and Gary shuffled away. Jack checked his Nokia. No messages. No calls. He gulped and slipped it back into his pocket. He picked up his backpack and the boys' binders, smiling weakly to himself.
Phillip Smith, the fat guy going out with Abby Smith, star cheerleader.
His phone buzzed and he feverishly pulled his phone out.
Demons? That's interesting...
He put the phone back again and checked out the library before barely catching the bus. There wasn't that much on supernatural, but he grabbed what he could. He barely made it back to the bus, panting heavily and sweating profusely. He fell into a deep sleep.