Albert, also known as "Al" by his peers, was born on Tuesday 13th July, 2258, in the Jefferson Memorial, to two scientific researchers named James and Catherine. James was a Caucasian Englishman who was born in 2226, and Catherine was a biracial North American, who was born and raised in the Capital Wasteland, also in 2226. Catherine died of cardiac arrest during childbirth, leaving Al to James. The next morning, after the burial, James took Al to Vault 101, so that he could raise him in a clean and safe environment, contrary to the inhospitable and unforgiving nature of the outside wasteland.
James was appointed as the vault's physician, while Al had become friends-for-life with Amata Almodovar, who happened to only be about a month younger than Al. She was the daughter of the Overseer of Vault 101; Alphonse Almodovar. Amata was part-Hispanic (due to Alphonse being half-Hispanic), and had dark brown hair. Throughout Al's life, James had always lied to him that he was born in the vault, and that Al was also born in the vault. This was due to the Overseer's heartless leadership qualities. "No one enters, and no one leaves. Everyone was born here, and everyone will die here."
Since Al was a gifted scholar like his father, he was the least popular child in his age group, and was picked on the most, by far. Although Amata, who had been best friends with Al since toddlerhood, had always stood up for him, it had never made a difference. Al has always been bullied by Butch DeLoria and his two friends, Wally Mack and Paul Hannon Junior. Nobody apart from those three had ever really bullied Al; they just shunned him, as was the case with Amata. Butch and Wally were Caucasian, and Paul was African-American.
One day, after he had been given a quick check-up by his father, Al was about to enter the classroom, alongside Amata, for the Generalised Occupational Aptitude Test (or G.O.A.T.), which all residents of Vault 101 were to take at the age of sixteen, as to determine their career path. At the doorway of the classroom, their teacher Mr. Brotch approached them at the door. Amata then went into the classroom and took her seat. "Well, ya made it." He greeted the teenager. "All set for the G.O.A.T.? Trust me; it really isn't that bad. Just something everybody has to go through." He said.
"Oh, come on; I don't really have to take this God-forsaken test, do I?" Al responded.
"Listen. I like your dad. I might even like you, if I wasn't your teacher." Said Mr. Brotch. "So, here's what I'm going to do… If you want to skip the test… just tell me how you want it to come out, and I'll take care of it for you." He offered.
Al perked up. "Cool. Wow. Thanks, Mister B. Lemme see the results and I'll find out myself."
"Well… all right. Here, take a look." Brotch then handed Al a form for him to fill out. After Al showed Brotch what interests him, and what he does in his spare time, Brotch made a final comment. "I'll have your final evaluation ready by tomorrow. If anybody asks, you are doing the G.O.A.T. tomorrow afternoon for detention, when you come to collect your form." Al then left the classroom and went down the hallway, along the vault, and towards his bedroom, where he lay on his bed and read comics.
After about ten minutes, Al became curious, and went back to the classroom, where he found that the G.O.A.T. had just finished, since it only had ten questions, and you could write whatever you wanted for the answers. Mr. Brotch had been standing in front of the class reading out the questions, so Al waited outside to listen to his peers' evaluations. "Pencils down, people! That's it… the infamous G.O.A.T.! I'm sure most of you didn't find it so bad. Others, well… There are always openings in the maintenance department." He concluded, before walking to his desk.
"Don't forget to hand in your tests before you leave. You don't want to know what happens to people who fail the G.O.A.T… You can have the rest of the day off, to celebrate - or to pray - as the situation warrants." Once Brotch was sitting at his desk, the eleventh-graders gradually got up from their seats and lined up to hand their tests in.
Amata was first in line; she had finished and stood up quite a bit before everyone else, since she was also a bit of a teacher's pet like Al. "Here you are, Mr. Brotch. I hope I did okay." She said, before leaving the room as everybody else finished up. Unbeknownst to her, however, Al had been waiting outside, just around the corner of the door, where he put his hand on her shoulder and said "Boo" as she walked out the doorway. This made her jump, and gasp in fright. "You asshole!" She whisper-shouted to him while lightly punching his shoulder, an embarrassed grin forming on her lips. She then walked a few metres away, where Al walked beside her.
"You know I couldn't resist." He replied with a proud smirk, before softly grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a hug. After a couple of seconds, they pulled apart and walked on.
"How come you weren't in class? Detention or something?" She asked casually, though with some concern.
"Old Brotchy Boy let me off today and said that I could do the G.O.A.T. after class tomorrow, where there are no distractions."
"Fair enough." Said Amata, giving a light giggle. They then headed to the diner to get lunch. As they ate, they sat at a booth, sitting opposite each other. "Well, since we have the rest of the day off, whaddya wanna do?" Asked Amata.
"Eh, I guess I gotta fix my BB gun; it's been gettin' pretty rusty and worn recently." Al then leaned closer. "Like Butch's mother." He said more quietly, making Amata chuckle.
"You're absolutely terrible." She said with an amused grin.
"I try." Al said with a smirk. "Ah, I just remembered; I gotta tell my dad later that I'm gonna do the G.O.A.T. tomorrow." Al then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "You know how us two have been real tight for practically all our lives?" This caught Amata's attention. "Well, between you and me - Mr. Brotch actually let me skip the test and determine the results for myself. Don't tell ANYBODY, or he'll have my ass." Al confessed to his lifelong partner.
Amata's eyes widened in shock. "Seriously?!" She whispered.
"You know how I'm gonna 'do the G.O.A.T.' tomorrow? I'm actually picking up my form. Pretty sweet, huh?" He added.
"You can't do that!" Amata whispered. "That's not only cheating, but you're not really living up to your full potential! You're GIFTED, Al. And I don't wanna see that go to waste; I won't let you." She added.
"My full potential? Hey, I've had more-than-decent grades all my life."
"Exactly! Why let all that down by skipping the G.O.A.T.?" She asked, slightly disappointed.
"BECAUSE, if I've done ALL that - getting good grades, gaining vast amounts of knowledge on a wide variety of topics, and earning myself more-than-enough qualifications - then what's this little set-back, huh?" He explained. "Nothing!" He whispered, before continuing. "You know better than I do - better than ANYONE, in fact - that the G.O.A.T. is complete dogshit, despite what your dad thinks. You're not like your dad, Amata… ruling over everyone with stupid rules and ways of life. You're quite the opposite; sweet, caring, and smart. And I don't want YOU to let all THAT go to waste. Hear me?"
Amata looked down with a defeated frown. "I know… but, I really just want what's best for you, Hun. You're destined for great things - can't you see that?"
"No, Amata - YOU'RE destined for greatness; getting to lead this vault towards a better future is a big deal, Amata, and I know that whatever decision you make in life, you'll do it with the right intentions, and end up with the best possible results." He replied.
At this moment, the self-proclaimed 'Tunnel Snakes' - Butch, Wally, and Paul - walked into the diner, and Butch spotted Amata and Al, just as they had finished their lunch and gotten up to leave. The trio of bullies then stood in front of Al and Amata, blocking their way. "Hey, nerd." Butch greeted. "Hey, Amata. Whaddya say I take ya back to my place, and… show you what a real Tunnel Snake can do?" He said to the girl.
"Back off, you fruit-picking sodomites." Said Al, bluntly.
"And who are you? Her boyfriend? Ha! Shoulda known!" Mocked Butch. "Keep talkin' like that, boy… and we'll send you back to your daddy with a few broken bones for him to fix." He threatened.
"If you keep messing with her, the Overseer's gonna come down on this cute little 'gang' of yours." Said Al, to which Amata tugged Al's jumpsuit sleeve, while her eyes widened in embarrassment as she looked at him.
"Maybe you're right. We can deal with her later." Said Butch, before shoving between Al and Amata, walking through them. "C'mon, Tunnel Snakes! This little bitch isn't worth our time."
"Whatever ya say, Butch; you're the boss. Tunnel Snakes rule!" Said the dim-witted Paul.
"Fine; let's go." Said Wally, as he and Paul followed Butch to the counter.
"GOD he's an asshole." Said Amata, as she and Al left the diner. "I'll never know why he thinks I - or any girl - would ever go out with a LOSER such as him."
"Eh, just leave him to his own miserable little world." Al responded casually. "Wanna come over to mine for a bit?" He asked.
"Yeah, I could do with the good company, instead of my father." She said. "By the way, did you really mean all that stuff you said earlier?" Al just looked at her, puzzled. "About me being caring and smart? And... sweet?"
"Obviously; you know that. Why d'you think I like you so much? You're my closest friend for a reason, y'know." He said, smirking.
Amata faced forward again. "... Thanks, Albert." She said softly, smiling at herself.
A few minutes later, they were sitting on Al's bed playing video games on the Pip-Boys that were strapped onto their left wrists. His bed was in the corner, by the door, so the right side of the bed was against the wall. The pair sat with their backs against the wall with their feet stretched out in front of them, resting across the bed. Al's face then dropped, before he lowered his wrist and stopped playing the game. "You all good, Al?" She asked.
Al then sighed with frustration. "I need to tell you this now, or I may never do it…" He began, before turning his head to his left, and looking Amata dead in the eyes. "And I had some sort of epiphany a few days ago, so basically I just don't care that much about consequences anymore, and I'll just do what I want, and what I feel is right, okay?"
"Kaaay…?" Amata responded, clearly bemused.
"So, if this goes wrong, I'll just convince myself that it's not a big deal, which it probably wouldn't be, anyway." He continued. "I have a HUGE crush on you, Amata. I've liked you - no, LOVED you - for years, and I just kept it to myself, but you're so nice and thoughtful and considerate, and you're in-SANELY hot, too." Amata's face became red as a tomato. "So… wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked sincerely, blushing also. Amata just responded by staring at him with a mixture of emotions; she didn't know what to think, let alone say. Al spoke up again. "I mean, it's fine if that's a 'no' - just as long we'll still be frie-"
Amata just softly leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. After a few seconds, she pulled back, got on her knees on the bed, put her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a hug. Al responded by putting his arms around her waist and hugging her back, looking very confused. "I'm so in love with you, Albert... Always have been." She cleared up. "I just never told you 'cause I thought you'd want someone who was better than me… funnier, stronger, skinnier… I thought you'd blow me off immediately, which is something I could never get over embarrassment from. I thought you'd just liked me as a friend."
"You kiddin', Amata? I've always found you so... compatible with me. And, no, there's no other girl I'd want; you're perfect for me." He said, embarrassed. "Whatever you think of yourself, whatever you think at night, you're not overweight, or weak; you're at the perfect weight a girl your age could be, and you're an amazing person overall."
Amata just responded by putting her arms around the back of his head, and almost practically smacking her lips onto his. After a ten-second make-out session, they pulled apart, with Amata speaking first. "Does THAT answer your question?" She asked happily, with an embarrassed grin. Al simply kissed her again, where they just made out for about fifteen minutes, taking short breaks to catch their breath.
Several hours later, Al's father James came home, and curiously knocked on Al's door. "Come in!" Al called from behind the door. James pressed the door's button to make it slide open. On James' left, he saw Al, sitting on his desk that was parallel to his bed. Oh his right, James saw Amata laying down on the bed reading one of Al's comics. On Al's desk was the BB gun that he got him for his tenth birthday. The gun was disassembled on the desk, of which each part was being individually cleaned by Al. "Hey, Dad." Said Al.
"Hello, Son." Said James, before turning to Amata. "Hello, Amata."
"Hello, Sir. Productive day at the clinic?" She asked.
"Quite productive indeed, and please, call me James." He said. "I don't know how many times I've said that to you now, young lady." He added with a friendly smile. "So, how was the G.O.A.T., kids?" He asked the two 16-year-olds.
"We get our results tomorrow morning." Answered Amata, still reading the comic.
"I didn't do it; I got detention for tomorrow after class." Said Al, not stopping what he was doing. "I'm gonna do the G.O.A.T. then." He told his father, whose face then dropped slightly.
"Oh, Son." He said softly. "Can you please try your best to behave? Or, at least, try to stay out of needless confrontations?"
Al thought of telling him that it was not his fault, and that it was never himself who started the fights, but Al thought better of it, and just nodded slightly. "Okay, Dad." He said, not looking away from his BB gun parts.
"Could you please look at me, Son? I know that you're busy, but-"
"Oh, Dad, I just remembered." Said Al, making Amata look over at him. "I gotta tell you something." Al continued, as he and Amata stopped what they were doing, got up, and stood beside each other. "Me and Amata are…" He said, attempting to continue, as he and Amata took each other's hand.
"We're together." Said Amata. "We're… in love. I love your son." She added.
"Yeah. That." Said Al, with awkwardness written all over his face.
"Wow. Well… okay, then." Said James. "I mean… congratulations. I don't see any problems with that, of course. Quite the opposite, in fact. It'll be good for you two." This made the couple smile. "However, between us, I wouldn't tell the Overseer, at least not yet." James added, with a stern expression. "He and I have never seen eye-to-eye, so I don't think he'd greatly approve of my son entering a relationship of this kind with his daughter."
"Agreed." Said Al and Amata in unison, as they nodded in understanding. James then smiled in appreciation and pride, before turning around and leaving his son's room, closing the door behind him, and going to his own room.
"See? That wasn't too difficult, right?" Said Al, with a smirk.
"I know." Said Amata. "I don't know what I was worried about; your dad's always been so nice." They both smiled. "Anyway, it's six o'clock; I'd best head home."
"Want me to walk you?" He asked.
"That's sweet, but nah; my dad might see, and I don't think he'd approve. Like your dad said…" She answered.
"Fair enough." He said. "Well, get a good sleep." He said, giving her a hug. As they pulled away, Amata looked at him for a few seconds, before kissing him, then speaking up after she pulled away.
"We don't have to just hug anymore; we can do THAT instead, and all we want." She said, grinning happily at him, showing off her pearly whites. She then turned around to walk towards the door, but she instead received a firm (but a not too-hard) smack on the behind. Amata quickly snapped her head back with a shocked expression, and a grin slowly forming on her wide-open lips, to face her boyfriend.
"Can we do THAT as well?" He asked with a sheepish grin. Amata just smiled in amusement, pecked him on the lips, and left. Al and Amata were happier than they'd ever been - they didn't realise just how happy they made each other.
The next day, the class was going to receive their individual results from the G.O.A.T. As everyone sat down in their seats, Mr. Brotch stood in front of the class and spoke up. "Now, listen up, kids. You will get your exam results at the end of the day. For now, let's just focus on this." As the class went on for several agonisingly boring hours, along with lunch time coming halfway through, Mr. Brotch then sat at his desk. "Okay, kids! Everyone, put your pencils down and line up in front of my desk to collect your result slips. Single file, now! That means you too, Butch!"
"Whatever you say, Mr. Brotch!" He said back with a smirk. Amata was first in line to collect her paper to take home, with Butch silently staring at her ass from just behind. He considered grabbing it, but he didn't want to get into trouble again, especially not for something so serious as sexual harassment.
"I hope I did okay…" Said Amata.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Miss Almodovar. Let's see… Very well-done. Looks like it's the supervisory track for you." Brotch concluded, handing her the certificate.
"Thanks. See ya tomorrow." She said, quickly blowing Al a kiss as she left. "Well, I guess I gotta tell Dad that I'm destined for a supervisory career. I'm sure Daddy will be so proud of his little girl." She said to herself in a sarcastic tone.
Next in line was Butch. "Ahh, Butch…" Brotch began. "Can I admit that I've been waiting for this day for a long, long time? Allow me to savour the moment. Now then, let's see… hm… Really?... Interesting… You've surprised me, Butch. I don't think you had it in you. Hairdresser. Who woulda thunk it?"
"You're so full of it. That isn't true!" Butch argued.
Next was Paul. "Let's see…" Said Brotch. "Yep. Just as I thought; you're slated for the engineering track. Congratulations, Mr. Hannon. You've passed the G.O.A.T."
"Oh, gee!" Said Paul. "That's not so bad! Engineering, all right." He cheered to himself as he took his paper and left.
Next in line was Christine Kendall. "Mother can't wait to find out if I'll be going into Science or Home Economics." She said to Brotch as she approached his desk.
"Science? Uh, well… Perhaps." Said Brotch. "Let's see what the G.O.A.T. says." Brotch then searched his pile of papers and then looked at Christine's. "Well, well! Maintenance department. I… hope your mother will be pleased! I'm… sure Stanley will be…"
"What?! That's impossible!" Said the young brunette, looking at her paper. "I'm telling Father. He won't let you get away with this." She then stormed off.
'GOD she's spoilt...' Al thought to himself, just as Susie Mack - Wally Mack's blonde-haired sister - approached the desk. Al thought that she was one of the least pleasant people he'd ever met.
"What's the stupid test say I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life?" She asked Brotch.
"Now now, Susie, is that any way to talk about the infallible G.O.A.T.? You will be- *ahem*... You'll be… going into teaching. No doubt due to your gift for communication. Don't worry; it isn't as bad as it sounds." He told Susie.
"About what I figured. I guess I'll see ya around... Edwin…" Susie remarked. Her mention of the teacher's first name - especially in a seductive manner - made Al cringe as he sat on his desk. Dirty trollop probably wants extra grades.
Once Wally Mack and Freddie Gomez got their results and left, Mr. Brotch took extra care in checking to see if he was alone with Al, making sure that nobody was listening from outside. "Alright, here's your certificate. Now, get outta here and make your dad proud." He said to Al with a small smirk.
"Thank you, Sir." Said Al, as he took his certificate, before leaving the classroom and heading home. On his way, however, Al quickly stopped by his dad's lab, and looked through the window. James quickly looked up and saw his son outside, a few yards away. Al raised his hand and waved his certificate to his dad. James responded by giving a very proud smile and giving his son a thumb's up, before Al walked off, leaving James back to his work.
Al strolled happily along Vault 101's hallways, heading for his room, when the 16-year-old boy came across Paul Hannon Jr., who had cornered Freddie Gomez, and was grabbing and threatening him. Freddie Gomez was in Al and Paul's class, and though he was dim-witted like Paul, he wasn't an asshole, unlike most other kids his age. Seeing Paul bullying Freddie really annoyed Al, so he pocketed his certificate in an inside pocket of his overalls, and went up to the two. "HEY, Paul! Asshole!" He shouted over as he power-walked. As Paul turned around, Al punched him in the face, knocking him flat. "Ya all right, Freddie?" Al asked Freddie.
However, before Al got an answer, Paul had stood up and charged towards him, rugby-tackling him to the ground. Paul, now on top of Al, brought his right elbow to his face a couple of times, before Officer Herman Gomez - Freddie's father, and member of the security team - had quickly approached, having heard the commotion whilst he happened to be nearly around a corner. Officer Gomez then promptly whacked his baton onto Paul's back, causing him to be subdued, and fall off Al, landing beside him. Officer Gomez then offered his hand to Al so that he could help him up. Officer Gomez had always been in Al's good books; he was one of the good ones. "What happened?" Gomez asked, as he helped Al to his feet.
"This asshole was picking on Freddie!" Answered Al.
"Watch your language, kid. But, thanks for standing up for my son when you didn't have to." Gomez replied.
At this moment, Paul's father - Officer Paul Hannon Sr. - had approached, having also heard the ruckus. "What the hell is my son doing on the floor?!" He asked with anger. "Was it YOU, you little brat?!" He asked Al, before unsheathing his baton. "I'll HAVE you!" He said menacingly as he walked towards Al, ignoring his son Paul on the floor.
However, before Officer Hannon could be within Al's reach, Officer Gomez calmly stepped in front of him, defending the boy. "Actually, it was me who put him on the floor. See, he was bullying my boy, and then Al taught him a lesson in manners." Officer Hannon became furious at this statement.
"You dare accuse me of raising a delinquent for a son?! You believe this little twerp?" Officer Hannon asked Officer Gomez, about Al.
"Freddie?" Officer Gomez asked his son. "What happened, boy? It's okay; you're not in trouble."
"W-Well… I shouldn't tell; I'm not a snitch." He replied nervously.
"Good man." Said Paul Jr., who was just getting up from the floor.
"Those Tunnel Snake BRATS only say 'snitch' because they're frightened of getting into trouble. It's okay, Freddie; you can tell me." Said Gomez.
"Um, Paul was in front of me in the corner saying he wanted to take my comic, but I didn't want to get just nothing in return, so he said he'd beat me up. That's when Al punched Paul, and then Paul tackled Al, and then you hit Paul on the back." Freddie explained.
Before anything else could be said, Officer Hannon spoke up. "That's IT." He said to his son, grabbing the back of his collar. "Come with me, you shit; I've had enough of your shit." He said, dragging his son away, who just looked defeated.
Al then spoke up. "Oddly enough, Paul is actually the nicest Tunnel Snake; you can't imagine the nightmares that are Butch and Wally."
"I'll deal with this from here, kiddo." Said Gomez, offering Al his hand, to which Al responded by shaking it. "Thanks for standing up for my boy, and for justice."
"Yeah, thanks." Said Freddie.
"I gotta go." Said Al, before walking past the two. "Oh, and… my dad doesn't need to know about this." Said Al, turning back around to face Gomez.
"You got it, Kiddo." Said Gomez with an understanding smile.
Al then headed for his apartment complex, and entered his bedroom. Al got his G.O.A.T. certificate out from his inside pocket. It was slightly creased from the brawl, but was thankfully not ripped, so he pocketed it again. Al remembered that his face was sore, so he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Slightly taken aback, he was greeted with a sufficiently bloody reflection. However, before he could wash his face, he heard his dad behind him, as the door was open. James had finished for the day, and had come home at this moment. James' sudden appearance made Al turn around in surprise.
James' face then went from a friendly smile, to a look of horror, as he saw blood from his son's nose, all over the middle of his face, with some even on his teeth. "What…" Said James, hardly able to form words.
"DON'T say anything, Dad." Said Al, sounding agitated. "I got in a fight, but it's sorted now; Paul's in deep shit, especially with his dad." James just walked to his son and hugged him, before inquiring about the bloody situation. After a minute of Al explaining the events leading up to, and during, the fight, James nodded his head.
"Okay, Son. While I am upset that you struck another person, I am proud that you stood up for another." He said with a somewhat blank expression. "We need to sort this bullying problem, Son. It's been going on for too long, now."
"Not 'we', dad. 'ME'." Said Al. "I'll sort it."
"You're NOT going out there fighting and getting your nose broken every day!" Said James, raising his voice a bit.
"I didn't mention anything of the sort." Said Al. "I just said I'd sort it."
"You're sure you've got this under control?" Asked James.
"Promise, Dad." Al concluded with a smile. "Now, let me wash this blood off me." He added, turning back to the sink, and turning the tap on and grabbing a cloth. After a few seconds, he was all clean, so he turned the tap off and turned to face his dad. "OH, by the way…" Said Al, as he reached into his jumpsuit's inner pocket, pulling out his paper. "Here. It's done." He then handed his G.O.A.T. results to his dad, and then walked to his room and lay on his bed.
As James watched him walk off with confusion, he opened the document with anticipation. He read the notes and the final result. "That's my lad." James quietly said to himself. "I'm so proud of him." Meanwhile, as Al entered his bedroom, his nose started running a bit, before he quickly realised that it was still bleeding, so he got out a box of tissues from his nightstand, ripped a piece in half, and put each roll up his nostrils. Al removed his boots and his jumpsuit, leaving him in a white t-shirt, grey boxers, and white socks, and went to sleep.
The next morning, as Al approached the classroom, he saw Amata waiting outside. "Al!" She said as she spotted him, before jogging up to him and hugging him. "I heard, Babe; you got in a fight?!" She asked, shocked.
"Yeah, but it wasn't too bad; don't worry about it, Babe." He told her as they pulled apart.
"I heard about how it happened." She told him, her hands still on his shoulders. "I… that was pretty cool, though... I wish I could've seen it when you knocked Paul on his ass." She said with a small grin.
"Yeah, before he knocked me on MY ass and almost broke half my face." Al responded, with a chuckle. Amata responded to this by kissing him for a few seconds, whilst taking hold of his hands, and then smiling up at him after pulling away.
"Come on." She said softly, taking his hand, and walking to the vault's eleventh-grade classroom with him. As they walked to the doorway, a few of the other students were just getting there as well. Susie Mack grimaced at Al and Amata - the two nerds - holding hands.
"Ugh, get a load of this; the two dorks holding hands so they don't lose each other." She said, getting her attitude from her family. "What a gross sight."
"Just because you'll be alone the rest of your life?" Said Al. "No wonder only your brothers and cousins are willin' to bang you, ya worthless burlap sack." He said to Susie. Amata then followed this with a middle finger towards Susie.
"Hey, Al!" Somebody called over. Al looked over to see who said his name, and it turned out to be Paul, who was walking over. "Hey, man, I… I'm SORRY for giving you a beating yesterday…"
"I know that your dad forced you to say that, but it's fine." Said Al. "Besides, the scars on my face make me look more rugged, anyway." He said with a sarcastic smirk. Amata noticed this, and mentally agreed with his point.
"Heh. Yeah, whatever." Said Paul.
"And what about Freddie here?" Asked Al.
"I apologised to the twerp yesterday." Paul then walked past the others and into the classroom, though they were still a few minutes early, and Mr. Brotch wasn't here yet. At this point, Wally and Butch came around the corner, who then immediately spotted Al and Amata holding hands, with Christine, Susie, and Freddie standing near them.
"Wally, you should've heard what that asshole just said." Susie said to Wally. "He called me a worthless burlap sack!" She said, pointing out Al.
"That so?" Asked Wally.
"Yeah, that's so." Said Al, staring him down.
"Well, I hate to admit it, Sis, but the dork's right. Haha!" Said Wally, as he heard Mr. Brotch's footsteps nearby, before walking into the classroom with Butch.
"What?!" Susie asked Wally as he walked past her. Al and Amata walked into the classroom, hand-in-hand, as Amata glared at Susie with a smug expression as she passed her. Everybody then sat down.