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A/N: This chapter will have trigger warnings.
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The middle of the school week had proven to be a real drag for Andrew Clark. Other than getting a earful from his father the past couple of days of how mediocre his stamina was, Andrew was at least glad to be away from him. Why did his father have to live his youth through Andrew? His father did all he could for himself so why couldn't he just leave him alone? The harsh critiques from his father made Andrew want to purposefully injure himself so he wouldn't be able to compete in these tournaments anymore. Both his father and the coach held him to a higher pedestal and the amount of stress that it caused him was not worth it. Andrew contemplated all of these issues as he stood by his locker as he stowed away his books and got ready for the team meeting.
"Hi Andrew," a soft feminine voice greeted him as he slowly turned around and saw Christina standing in front of him.
Great Andrew thought and resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the female. She was the only one out of Jennifer's group who openly flirted with him, even if one of the other girls in the group didn't appreciate that. "Hey Christina," Andrew was kind enough to greet her with a slight smile. "How's it going?"
Christina lowered her eyes to the ground before looking at him through the eyelashes. "Very well," she smiled to him, "listen. I was wondering, with prom seasons coming up and everything, that if you have anyone going with you."
Of course this would be one of the questions that she would ask. There was no way that Andrew was going to go to prom with someone as clingy as Christina, let alone any of the other girls in Jennifer's group. "I am actually," Andrew said to her and he could see the immediate disappointment in her eyes.
"Oh," Christina said as her arms that were holding the books dropped to her side. One textbook slipped out of her hands and fell on the ground. Andrew looked down and was courteous enough to get it for her. "Who is she?"
If he didn't have an answer for her, she wouldn't go away. Andrew panicked as his eyes looked around the school to see if he could make out any girl that was 'going' to prom with him. His eyes suddenly landed on a girl who's eyes were hidden by her bangs and she wore nothing but black. This was the same girl that he had seen that day when his teammates asked who he was taking to prom. "Uh you wouldn't know her," Andrew said and quickly slipped away from her, "later Christina."
Phew Andrew though once he was a good distance away from her. Why was it that with prom season coming up, girls had to be desperate in getting asked? The amount of girls that had come up to him and his teammates made Andrew lose count. Why so many people looked forward to one dance of the year, he couldn't understand why. If he had the choice to skip it, he would but he knew that his father wouldn't approve of it. He had to find the perfect girl, have the perfect dance, and let loose like his father did before him. Goddamn it, enough! Andrew wanted to yell at his intrusive thoughts that wouldn't leave him at peace.
He headed over to the locker room where his other teammates were changing into their uniforms. Practice today was going to be brutal, especially now that the coach knew that Andrew was failing his math class. Damn math, the teacher, and Larry who was chicken to refuse in helping him with the answer. The moment that Andrew received that piece of paper with a red mark X on it, he knew right then and there that the coach was alerted about the outcome of his grade. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at Larry who was taping up his knee. Why couldn't the coach just bench this guy for the rest of the season? It wasn't as if he won any of the tournaments!
You are showing weakness. You don't have enough stamina. If you won't win you're a loser. I don't want any losers in this family. Win! Win! Win!
His father's intrusive words were back in his mind again. Andrew was not a loser and there was no way that the coach was going to let him off the team just because of a bad grade in a class that he was struggling in. He glared over at Larry once more. For a guy who was weak in sports and had a good grade, he never heard anything from Larry about what his own father thought of him. You just get to have it all don't you? Andrew thought. Well he was going to show his father that he was not a loser! He was always a winner and that he was always going to win. He may have not won against that answer his math, but he was not going to make it seem that Larry made him lose.
"Hey Larry!" Andrew yelled as he approached him.
Larry turned around as he watched Andrew marching up to him. "What Clark?" he asked and before Larry could react, his face made contact with the gray cold floor.
Andrew saw red in his eyes that moment that he laid a hand on Larry's shoulder and pulled him to the ground. His mind fired quickly as his ears were muffled by the team screaming and chanting his name while he kept Larry glued to the ground. Before Andrew make sense of it, he reached over and grabbed the tape in his grip and proceeded with the deed.
Andrew didn't know how long it had taken for the coach, nurse, and the vice principal to come to Larry's rescue. Andrew remembered that he was pulled off of Larry and held against the wall as the team dissipated from the circle. Andrew watched as Larry was lifted from the floor. His face red and streaked with tears at the pain that he had gone through. He raised his eyes and took one look at Andrew before looking away. There were no words that needed to be expressed. Andrew knew what he had done and he knew how much hatred Larry felt after what he had put him through. That look of humiliation, being broken, and mistrust had been formed and there was no going back from it.
"Clark!" Mr. Vernon snapped over at him, "in my office now."
Andrew rolled his eyes and followed the principal in his office along with the coach. Vernon sat in his chair and took a hold of the receiver before placing a phone call to his family. "Hello, Mrs. Clark," Vernon said to the phone, "there has been an accident involving your son...no he is alright but we need you to come here right away."
Oh no Andrew thought as he leaned against his seat and ran a hand over his eyes. It was bad enough that he was in trouble but now his mother was going to be the first person to find out about this.
Vernon placed another phone call and this was one that caused Andrew's stomach to drop. "Mr. Lester? Yes, this is Vice Principal Vernon. There was an unfortunate accident with your son...I don't know how severe but he's at the nurse's office as we speak. I-I am sure that he will be alright, but I recommend coming and getting him straight away. I will inform you of what happened."
After that phone call, Vernon slammed the receiver back on the cradle and looked over at Andrew and the coach. "What the hell were you thinking, Clark?" he asked.
Andrew did not answer but looked down at his hands.
"I get that you're the strongest on the team but this form of tomfoolery is no where permitted in this school! And where were you when this happened?" Vernon then directed his attention over to the coach.
"I was preparing the strategies for today's training," the coach answered him, "never did I think that Andrew would participate in this...I don't even know what to call it."
"It's bullying," Vernon said matter of factly, "that's what it is. Shermer High does not condone bullying or harassment."
"Frankly I am disappointed that one of my players would think of doing something like this," the coach said.
Andrew hated sitting this office being berated of what had he had done. Wasn't that what people wanted from him? To not be weak? Well he gave it to them and now he was being punished for it?! He didn't know how long time had gone by when his parents came into the office. Great, his father was here too.
"Andrew," was the first word his mother said when she walked in and headed towards Andrew, thinking that he was hurt, "what happened?"
"Nothing," Andrew mumbled, "I'm fine."
Vernon looked from one parent to the next. "I am sorry to inform you that Andrew was caught harassing another member of the team."
"Harassing?" Mrs. Clark echoed Vernon's words as she looked at Andrew. "Andrew would never do that to anyone. No! He knows better."
Vernon remained silent for a mere second before continuing, "Mrs. Clark, your son was on top of the student taping his backside. The nurse called me earlier to inform me of his condition and he is not doing too well."
"I'm sure it was a harmless prank," Mr. Clark jumped into the conversation.
"Mr. Clark," Vernon spoke up, "I don't believe you would consider, as what the nurse mentioned to me, 'skin being peeled' off as a harmless prank now would you?"
Andrew flinched upon hearing those words. He couldn't believe what he had done. Not only had he caused humiliation towards Larry, but also caused him to be in a lot of pain. He glanced at his mother when she let out a gasp upon what she had just heard, but avoided making eye contact with her.
"Boys will be boys," Mr. Clark said to Vernon, "I'm sure the kid will be fine in a couple of days."
Upon hearing those words, both Vernon and the coach who had hearing the whole ordeal blinked. "This form of harassment is grounds for being expelled from the team," the coach then spoke up.
Andrew looked up at the coach, about to protest but no words were able to come to his mouth.
"Expel my son from the team?" Mr. Clark said, "he is the strongest player that you have! Who's going to win all those tournaments? Will the school's wrestling reputation still be the same without him?"
"I am well aware how strong Andrew is," the coach said, "after all, I am the one that is training him. Vice principal Vernon and I bother discussed that in order for him to stay on the team, he will serve Saturday detention."
"And this is something that had better not happen again," Vernon said, "otherwise we will not be so lenient."
"I am sure that the lesson is well learned," Mr. Clark said to the other adults with a nod of his head.
"And this is the first and last," Mrs. Clark added as she took a hold of her purse and threw it over her shoulder, "I will be in the car waiting."
When it came time for Andrew to leave the office, he walked next to his father keeping his eyes on the ground until he saw two pairs of shoes coming towards the office. He looked up and noticed Larry's parents heading into the office, with a look of concern on their faces about the well being of their son. Their looks on their faces was enough to make Andrew feel unwell...and he wished he could take back what he had done.