A misplaced comment had both of them squaring off in the locker room, their respective crews ready to back them if fists started swinging.
For now, they only threw words. "Must be hard without Miguel around," commented Kyler. He looked at Brucks. "Didn't Mr. LaRusso train that other guy? I guess they really do 'kick the competition'."
Hawk wanted to break his nose. But he knew if he fought in school again, he'd be suspended.
"Hawk…," Mitch pressured him for a response.
"A stupid nickname, if you ask me," said Kyler. "Because in my experience, you've always been pretty chicken."
