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Author's Note:

¬ Events from the film have been altered. Don't worry, it's not too complicated to follow.

¬ Forgive me if I fucked up on correct wrestling information.

¬ And of course, enjoy, mk?

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Clad in tight faded black jeans, fifteen year old, Seth Plummer tousles his almost amethyst colored hair before covering it with a chocolate brown beanie.

He was, as usual wearing layers though the weather out was miserably hot. He sported a dark gray Morrissey t-shirt over an off-white form-fitting long-sleeved flannel, which he rolled up to his elbows.

Lead by his sisters, his size 7 all black slip-on Vans, clicked and echoed down the dark wood staircase of his family's spacious home.

He seats himself next to his older sister Zoe and across from his younger sister Lulu and after not eating breakfast credit to the second youngest Peter, the family and bodyguard, Lieutenant Shane Wolfe were on their way to school typically late.

They pack into the minivan and peel out, screaming and before long, Shane had got them there in one piece and somewhat on time. Shoving the children into the Principle's office seconds after the last bell rings.

Seth watched odiously as his Vice Principle & Wrestling coach, Duane Murney queerly admired Shane's 90 percent muscled body.

He leans slightly over to Zoe and whispers idiotic childish names, out of the side of his mouth as if Murney wouldn't be able to hear and she giggled, bringing unwanted attention to him.

"Alright, you know what, Creeper? You just bought yourself an extra 15 minutes on the mats… with the Murninator."

Murney snapped as a look of dread spreads across Seth's face.

The threat seemed harmless to Shane. After all, Duane Murney was an all-talk spaz.

After the Plummer children were excused by the lovely Principle Claire Fletcher, Seth sulked off down the hall with his two sisters following behind.

"He's such a jerk." Zoe stated sympathetically.

"Whatever." Muttered Seth just before he slipped into his Algebra classroom.

Lulu and Zoe had both exchanged looks to one another before they too retreated to their own classes.

As usual, Seth let his chin reside onto the back of his hand as it lay flat on his desk while his teacher droned on and on.

Crumbled up pieces of paper strike his slumped over body, each one followed by a snicker from it's creator.

Still his eyes focused on the student who sat in front of him. Her name was Wendy and her hair smelt like cucumber melon. Her locks were long and dark. Silky and straight. Today it was pulled back, clipped with a sliver jeweled butterfly.

She was, in fact, beautiful. Skin like fresh milk, eyes an emerald green. She was smart too and seemed nice from the three or four times she actually spoke to him.

He imagined conversations that would never take place, as he gawked at the back of her head.

"Hi, Wendy. You're looking beautiful today."

"Why, thank you, Seth."

"You know my name?"

"Of course… I've been wanting you for quite sometime now.. because you see… I'm in love with you, Seth Plummer"

"And I'm in love with you, Wendy Polanski."

A pensive sigh would then escape his lips, just as the bell rings, indicating that first period over.

The rest of the day was uneventful, you know other then getting shoved around by a bunch of jocks in a circular motion, who were sadly his teammates also.

Shane had come to his rescue, only making it so much more worse then the man could ever imagine.

"I was fine! I don't need your help!"

He spat in his uncalled-for savior's face and brooded off toward the bleachers where he would hide for the rest of lunch.

He would attend fifth period which was his Art Class, the only motivation he had to go to school to begin with. And of course, the fact that Wendy also shared that elective with him didn't hurt either.

Oh, yes, it was a blissful hour indeed, sculpting clay into images that no one but you would ever see or understand.

Class would be over soon, he thought, peering down at his digital watch.

When the bell rang, he grabs for his possessions and heads for the boy's restroom, where he would hide for approximately twelve minutes before ultimately leaving the campus all together.

"Where do you think you're going, Red 2?" The Lieutenant inquired when he spotted the eldest Plummer son darting into the boy's bathroom after the bell had already rung.

"I, uh, I need to use the restroom…"

"But the bell has already rung, Seth. You need to get to class or you'll be late" The older male explains.

"I-" He stops, taking in a quick breath, "I don't want to go to Wrestling practice today…"

Heaving a sigh, he gives Seth an unbudging look.

"Please, Shane…"

Those blue-green orbs pleading with the man before him.

Shane merely raises a brow at the teen and then points a finger down the hall toward the gym, "Go…"

Lowering his head in defeat, he obeys.

"Don't worry…" Shane begins, "I'm right behind you."

And he was, Shane had stayed for the entire period but when the last bell rings, he started to gather his things and waves Seth over.

"I'll be back to pick you up in an hour and 15 minutes. No more, no less."

He gives him a reassuring smile and a pat on the back and with that, Shane and his two younger siblings were gone.

For a laugh, Seth was matched with guys who were twice his size, clearly far from his weight class but Murney & the others were free to do whatever they pleased now that Seth's babysitter wasn't around to save him.

So he practiced, for his father and now for Shane. By the body-slams he was receiving, he'd surely come home with a limp which he would have to conceal from Overprotective Zoe and Curious Lulu.

The bell rings and all the boys scurry off, shoving Seth on the way out.

He knew he had to stay that extra 15 minutes and wouldn't dare try to make a break for it. It would only make him angry.

Murney eyes Seth from across the room, bends over and lefts up the door stop, letting the heavy door slam shut.

"Get out of that gear and hit the showers…" Murney orders his back to the boy. He turns seeing Seth head for the boys locker room and shouts, "Where do you think you're going, Creeper?"

Seth gestures toward the locker room, "I was just gonna-"

"Did you not hear me, boy? I said… Get out of that gear"

Cloudy blue green orbs lower to the ground, as he slowly pulls the first strap off his slender shoulder. He takes a small breath and then the other is down as well. He lets the upper part of his maroon singlet hang just below his projecting hip bone, as he reaches down to untie his shoes.

He could feel Murney's eyes burning a hole into him but continued to do what he was told. Once his shoes are off, he realizes something.

"Um, my clothes are in my locker…" He mentions quietly, turning his head around to Murney but sees that he isn't standing at the door anymore.

Seth stands to his full height, peering around for the coach. When he sees that Murney is nowhere in sight, he trots past the locker room and to the showers where he sheds off his uniform, peels off his socks and hops under the water.

Barely wetting his hair, he cleans himself thoroughly, turns the water off and reaches for a towel.

He wraps it securely around his waist and heads back for the locker room where he can change into his clothes but when he turns the corner, and finds Murney waiting for him by his locker, he doesn't exactly know what to say or do.

Was he in trouble?

Was he free to go early?

Did he have to stay longer?

He decides to ignore him, and proceeds for his locker, where he begins to open it, using his combination.

In mid-dial, a hand rests on his damp shoulders, and he deadpans slowly to meet eyes with Murney.

"What are you-"

But when Murney's fingers press against his plump lips, he knows that something isn't right.

He looks about his surroundings and knows that no one will hear him.

With his heart pounding in his chest, his eyes meet with Murney's yet again and he tries to somewhat negotiate.

"Look, I'm, I'm not gay-"

"Quiet"

"please-"

He begs but it just isn't enough to stop what has already begun.

"I said…" Even his whispers were coarse, "be quiet."

Warm tears ran down Seth's face as Duane's strong hands start to fondle around the small of his back. Slowly but surely they make their way down and without hesitation, he reaches the towel and forces it to drop.

With his body hunched forward, his hot breath travels down Seth's neck, making the teen shiver.

Seth struggled but Murney outweighed and overpowered him, able to pin both of his scrawny arms with just one of his.

The next seven minutes and fifty-four seconds were a haze.

He thought about his Mother…

He thought about his Father…

He thought about God… and molest.

Things like this didn't happen to fifteen year old boys during gym class in a safe community such as his.

It would be Seth Plummer's word against Duane Murney's.

And just by the thought, he knows he's already lost.