A kiss? Brookes would be more than happy to return the favor, perhaps then he'd be the one they called fag and queer. Though they didn't want him to attack he wasn't ready to let go of a grudge like that. He's freinds were the one of the only things he loved in this world, he wouldn't let someone touch them while he was around. Grinding his teeth at there warnings mixed with his frustration towards the math homework Brookes was more eager than ever to start a fight. But letting them off with a warning might help people understand he wasn't just a bully or a mercless, maybe then he'd have more friends or girls would like him more. Hearing the wrestling team comment Brookes looked at her with a teasing angry face and raised his body. "and wear one of those leotards who do you think I am? some french hipster" the boy playfully shouted. In truth he often thought about joining, but the guys would want to fight even when they weren't sparring, that's how they were after all. He knew that because they tried to take him down all the time They never seemed to learn he wouldn't try to grab them and would do anything to keep them from doing so. "anyway you guy's know the answer this question, I skipped over it and never came back" the boy said with his head to the desk.