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Troy slides across the half court line, his shorts slipping down his hips.A shrill whistle pierces his ear.
"Oh, come on, ref, that was a foul!" Troy can hear his dad shouting on the other side of the gym.
Greg towers over Troy for a second, his mouth formed in a grim frown. And you know what he does? He makes a hacking sound. And he spits right on Troy's number 14. Satisfaction glimmers in Greg's annoyingly blue eyes and green phlegm glimmers on the front of Troy's white jersey. It's enough to make you want to crawl out of your skin.
"Technical! That was a technical foul, ref!" Troy's dad shouts. The ref races over to Greg, positioning himself between Troy and Greg. Greg's spit is soaking through the fabric of Troy's jerseyand rolling down to his bellybutton. I feel like I'm about to throw up. Greg was grabbed by the shoulders of the ref and ridden to the bench.
A time-out is called. All of the Wildcats stand up when Troy comes over to the bench, clapping him on the shoulder, giving him the respects he truly deserves after being spit on. "I told you nothing good comes out of mingling with the enemy." Coach takes Troy by the shoulders and shoves him down onto a chair as the rest of the team gathers around them. Coach diagrams the next play on the tiny white board clipboard.
"Good job, Troy!" everyone hears a shriek.
Now, Candace is a cheerleader. For the other team. And nothing is worse than having a cheerleader cheer for the other team. All of Candace's clones elbow her and tell her to shut up. She looks to Troy and blows a kiss. "That can't be good." Jason murmurs.
For once, Coach ignores it. "We'll deal with that later." he rolls his eyes and looks back to his board. "We need you tonight, Troy." he claps his son on the shoulder.
And since the day they had arrived, this is the first time Troy actually feels accepted. But he doesn't want to admit it.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go celebrate, guys!" Chad leans against the white brick of the locker room, waiting impatiently.
"Looks like Troy's a little scared." Jason laughs, throwing his towel into an old trashcan on the way out. "I mean... I would be too. Especially if he hacked a loogie on me." he shudders. "Yeah, that... that's just wrong."
"He's waiting out there for me, you guys." Troy peers out of the Main Doors of the gym out into the quad to see West High. Greg and Candaceare looking towards the gym doors. "And you saw what he did on the court, imagine what he'd do... outdoors."
"What... are team captain is scared?" Chad asks, pushing him towards the exit. "I don't want to believe it."
The Wildcats block Troy from turning around and sprinting back into the gym. "Hey! Guys... stop!" he tried, but they continued to push him out towards the quad.
"Troy!" Seriously... can't that girl take a hint? And all of the Wildcats were milking it for all it was worth. They won't let go of Troy's shoulder's, still steering him in that slut's general direction. "Good game out there. It doesn't surprise me that you whipped the shit out of us." Candace turns to her boyfriend and smiled smugly, "And it's all Greg's fault."
Troy's eyes widen as he attempts to back up. "Shut up, Candace." Greg orders his "girlfriend", throwing the basketball he has in his lap at her butt. She giggles and covers her mouth. "That's what you get." he grinned.
Now, what I found amusing is that Greg spit on Troy's jersey. And that's after tripping him, sending him across the half court line with his shorts beginning to ride pretty low. And he still shows affection towards Candace, the sole root of the problem. Troy backs up even more once he realizes this. Do you know why? Because everything finally clicked. Greg was actually jealous. It wasn't that he was afraid this boy was taking his girlfriend away, it was because Candace truly likes Troy, and no guy wants to be dumped my a cheerleader. I mean, how lame is that?
"Well... we've gotta go." Troy says, taking another step back.
Greg runs his fingers through his jet black hair, sighing, "Come 'ere, Troy, we've got to have a little talk." he jumps up, pulling his arm around Troy's shoulder, and roughly walks him toward the cafeteria, leaving everyone in shock, except for the Wildcats who truly felt sorry for their captain.
"Look, man," Greg says to Troy in a low voice, "I know what kind of pressure you're under. Being the coach's son and all. I used to have the same problem. Until my dad... well, who cares about that shit? But anyways, my point is..." Greg stops in his tracks and jabs to fingers in Troy's chest. "Stay. Away. From my girlfriend. She falls too easily for guys. And I'm just out here taking care of her." he shrugs and begins walking again.
Troy is in shock. "Hold on... you know that she cheats on other people? She told me that you have no clue."
"I know everything there is to know about that girl." Greg shakes his head. "So quit messing things up for us."
I found this very surprising. After the way Troy was harrassed by Greg, he was being unbelievably understanding. Maybe Troy should be just the tiniest bit afraid...
"But on a more serious note..." Greg stops again and looks Troy square in the eyes, "I have a record, Troy. For doing bad things. So my advice to you is that you listen to what I say, Or there will be consequences." he almost growls in Troy's face.
He looks over Troy's shoulder to see all of his on-looking friends and the Wildcats. "Nice talking to you." he smiles, claps Troy on the shoulder, and takes off back towards West High.
Once out of Greg's shadow, Troy's insides feel like Jell-O. He shudders at the thought of Greg doing bad things to Troy, and throws up his father's disapproval, Candace's slutty flirting, and Greg's ultra-freaky threats. Right on his shoes.
Gross.
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