Author's Notes: I think from now on, I'll do a short little summary before the chapter begins just so that it gives you an idea of what's taking place. So without further ado, to start off with...

Summary: After settling into a new term of school in 4th grade, the boys prepare for their first competition-based day – the annual School Sports Day, by playing their last set of PE exercises for the week. But not everyone is so excited about the whole thing...and what starts as a normal routine game turns into something nasty.

Top Man

November 28th 2029

Miles' POV

I fail to see the point in it. Why is it that even the smartest and more intellgent ones STILL have to do bloody PE – it's just another way to openly embarass me not just in front of my own brother (whom I might add has suddenly turned into the number 1 friggin' athlete of our class) AND my friends...but also in front of every other dick, douche and pussy in our 20-something boy's PE class. And trust me...the last thing I want during last period on Friday afternoon is to get mocked and taunted by Roger The Fat-Fucker and his just-as-moronic croanies. Thank God also that this is the LAST exercise for today's lesson...well...unless that dick of a PE teacher decides to add yet another "surprise" extra exercise into the mix. Already today, I've humiliated myself in a little (well, I say "little") running AND rope-climbing so if this last exercise wants to do me a favour, it'll be something easy...like...I dunno...stretching or...gymnastics...w-wait...gymnastics? What the hell am I thinking?

"Alright boys..." Our teacher begins. "Just wanna say...congratulations to Daniel Marsh-Broflovski for setting a new record in the boy's 4th grade rope-climbing by climbing an amazing 8 levels in one single go...I think he deserves a clap, don't you?" Great...he forces us all to celebrate in an OBVIOUS talent that Daniel has and my brother simply stands proud and smiles. OK...can we stop clapping now – climbing up a dusty old rope with friction burns doesn't need THAT much attention...Christ. "Alright...moving onto toay's final exercise...since we've had a few full weeks of practice, I think it's time we have a full game of..."...Oh God..."...dodgeball." OH...GOD! And as a few boys around me make a little fuss about how glad they are to be playing dodgeball, I am absolutely dreading it. The worst sport in history to be playing in – big red balls heading towards you at really fast speeds all to whack you really hard just so that you're "out" – what kind of sport is that?!

This is a public warning,
Be careful when you're out.
We're having freaky weather,
There's a lot of it about.

"Right...now I want four teams of five so can four boys come out to pick the teams while I head to the equipment room. And I want Michael and Tom to help me collect and carry my balls..." A few sniggers...teh. "...Alright...no messing around." Great...just great. The worst possible way to picking teams. We all know the drill by now – the best people get picked first and the crap slash smart people get picked last just to friggin' humiliate me even before a ball's been thrown.

A few minutes later...

WOW...who saw this coming huh – I'm one of the final four people to get picked. And just like I expected, I've got the equally talentted physical capabilities of...a boy with lice, a boy who's really smart and shy and Count friggin' Nerdula with the biggest set of front teeth and heaviest breathing that's ever existed. FUCK! Daniel, one of the team captains has already picked Alex, Josh and some boy who's really good at dodgeball for his team. But GOD...I'm his own brother – we're friggin family and he's team captain and yet he STILL picks me last...goddam it, even my own brother wants to fucking humiliate me in PE class. And as the other three get picked by their teams, I have the "honor" of walking over as the last to be picked. As I join my team, I hear a few of the idiots slash good players from the other team sniggering and making remarks about me. Looks like my face is a clear target, huh.

"Yeh...thanks for picking me LAST bro, I really appreciate it." I say sarcastically to Daniel directly in the safest volume voice possible.

"Sorry bro but I had to pick the best players first before the other teams did."

"Oh so better players are WAY more important than your own brother?"

"Relax...Alex and Josh are on our team so don't worry about it."

"Yeh, don't worry Miles..." Josh says. "I'll make sure yer' face doesn't get anywhere near their balls." To which he smirks and laughs slightly, but even that daft joke won't protect me from the obvious incoming of attacks I and I alone are gunna get when we're in play. Even though I'll probably stay near the back AWAY from anything that may hit me, I'm sure Daniel's gunna protect me by staying in front of me. And by doing that, HE thinks he's helping when in fact, all he's gunna do is make me an even bigger target by making me look really scared and pathetic. But no matter what I do when we play, I'm still gunna look BAD.

On the terraces it's swinging,
He's a monkey on the roof.
You've seen him on the telly,
So let me introduce…your host tonight.

This is gunna suck…ass.

10 Minutes Later…

I hate wearing these – stupid itchy annoying green pull-over net thingies with some random number on them, why the hell did we have to have the yellow ones…Daniel knows the only colors I like are green and fucking red, so why did he insist on us wearing the yellow set? URRRRRK……well we haven't played our game yet, so I haven't had to go out there and look like a complete idiot…yet. The blue team are playing the green team at the moment and judging by the past 10 minutes, already it's been rough and awful to watch. And boys get delight in THIS?! Dam……don't they know people could get friggin' hurt seriously in this?!

Just as the ball gets smashed out of the area and one of the smart "targets" goes to collect it from out of the climbing frame, I feel a hand press and clutch down on mine. I look down to my right to where I have my hands leaning on my bare knees to see Alex is leaning his hand on the top of mine while he does something knelt down underneath the benches. I watch in confusion as he moves around as if he's looking for something. Finally, he shots back up and takes his seat again next to me.

"What are you doing Alex?"

"Huh……oh I'm...errrr…I was just picking up the teacher's whistle…ha…I kinda dropped it and lost it under the benches…daft me." But even with him done whatever he was doing, he still hasn't……

"Ummmm……dude…can you…"

Alex looks down. "Oh jeez…s-sorry dude……I just needed something to lean on while I was down there. Didn't wanna…y'know…look like an idiot by crawling on my hands and knees and going all over the floor, right?"

"Yeh, I guess so…" I look over at the floating hologram on the wall to see the digital clock has nearly reached 0:00. "Better blow that whistle soon dude…you're the one who's got that."

"Oh jeez……nearly forgot…" As soon as it reaches all zeros, Alex blows hard on the whistle which sends a slight ringing into my ear.

"Alright…that's it…" The teacher shouts. "Winner stays on……green team plays yellow team now…"

And as soon as the lights dim down and the barriers drop, our team stands up and takes what I think is near enough to a death-sentence of those things into the dodgeball-marked arena. We take our positions – Daniel up front along with the just-as-good other boy, Josh goes far right, Alex positions himself right-back and me…well…I just keep as far away but AS BEHIND Daniel as I can be without looking too stupid. The hologram clock re-sets to 05:00, the barriers rise up and the electronic glowing of the arena markings turn back on. The whistle blows and the game begins……OH…GOD! Please let this game go fast…oh God, please let this game go fast. Oh but I'm sure there's nothing to worry about – I mean, dodgeballs can't surely hurt that much………right?

Daniel's POV

This should be no problem whatsoever…just as long Miles doesn't drag me down and he at least lets me shoot in places where I want to. I know he won't like this for the next 5 minutes and I'll try to defend him as much as I possibly can, but I hope he knows that I have to play the game as well – I can't just be a brick wall all the time, I have to attack. Besides…I love this game and this is my kind of sport – plenty of action and plenty of moments for me to show my stuff.

Top Man - he's naughty by nature.
Top Man - on doubles and chaser.
Top Man – he's a little boy racer.
Top Man - shooting guns on the high street of love.

Alright……1 minute in and it's 5-4 left to us – Josh just deflected two incoming attacks and Alex hit a blinding smash to their front right who never saw it coming, so it looks like we have the upper hand……for now. I can see Miles is keeping low and back which I don't see a problem with just as long as he doesn't get in my way – if he wants to defend himself that's fine, just don't prevent me from making an incoming attack on one of their key front players.

When I get the chance, I look over to the side now and again to see that our teacher isn't paying one single bit of attention on the game – he's too busy mooching his way into the other gymnasium to chat away with the female PE teachers for a minute or two. There's a rumor or two that he's fallen in love with a particular teacher and is always asking her out on a date or sumin – peh…yeh, like he's got a chance even with his supposed fitness. But that's not the point. The fact that he's not watching the game AND is completely away from this surrounding area means that it's an absolute melee of noise and action here – as in a REAL dodgeball game with all that taunting and yelling and even laughing. (sucks to be Miles right now)

In a crowd it's hard to spot him,
But anonymity can cost.
It's never cheap or cheerful,
He's Hugo and he's Boss.

What's worse is that, just like I've learned and even experienced in past lessons, with no teacher around, the idiots and morons here can do whatever the hell they want. Hell, in the past, some of them have actually interrupted games and ruined them just so their idiot friends can win and look better than the rest. Well…I'm not gunna be like that and I certainly WON'T let it happen – I'm winning this game fair and square.

3 minutes pass – Alex and I both jump to avoid getting hit and both send our own attacks towards 2 of theirs. It's now 3-3 – Me, Miles and Alex versus Roger and his two other dick-friends. Roger may be the ugliest, fattest, dickiest, obese piece of shit in this entire gym, but he certainly can throw a ball, that's f'sure. His two prepare themselves to fire two at me, I can tell it. As they prepare, I ready my hands to react to their attack with a defending move of my own. They launch back, I move forward and prepare for the incoming strikes. But just as they motion forward, they stop and look to the left. I turn my head and realise the awful truth – Miles is all alone to the side and vulnerable. They throw forward with awful speed and within that split second, Miles suffers a blow directly in his face and his crotch.

"Miles…" I shout as I see him fall to the ground as everyone cheers those dicks for doing such an awful thing. "Bro…you OK?"

"Leave me alone……get on with the game – I'm out…just play."

"Are you…"

"I'M FINE." He shouts to which he marches off in an annoyed state towards the side where all the other eliminated boys are. I turn around with an annoyed look also and spot Roger holding firm grip of the largest ball in play with a smirk on his face. Suddenly, just as I watch Miles leaving at the corner of my eye, Roger flings the heavy red ball towards him. It flies, it passes, it strikes……Miles takes it full-on on the side of his face and trips over again to which everyone laughs. I don't even need to go over to check if he's OK – Miles quickly gets back on his feet and continues his way over and out…but not before he looks back with that look of fire and rage in his eyes. And I know exactly who that's pointed at.

Now…we're down to the final minute it's 2-4 – me and Alex are having to defend ourselves against two each. The average player throws one at me and I catch it – bringing Miles back into play who runs back on and JUST misses being hit within the first second. And then, two launch at me with their attacks and unfortunately I get hit without blocking. I'm out……but what's worse is that Alex and Miles, the back two are completely vulnerable. Just as I walk out, I look back to see Alex jumping at Miles to block him from an incoming strike. The ball hits Alex…he's out……and he sacrificed himself in order to keep Miles in. I hate to say this…especially since I'm his brother…but I don't think we're gunna win this now, especially with JUST Miles left on our team. It's him versus 4 others.

A ball rolls to his feet and he picks it up – the team opposite and everyone around me on the benches laughing and taunting him to put him off even more.

"Awwww……what's the matter Miles – all alone and scared, are you?" Roger cries. "Don't worry…I'm sure this won't be the last time you get a pair of balls in your face…….you little noob FAGLING!"

As Roger continues to taunt and bully him, I can see an ever-growing anger building up not only on Miles' face, but around him and across his body too. He stands there – shaking a little with anger and he grits his teeth – pressing his fingers deeper into the ball that he holds in his hand. An idiot blows the whistle again to continue the game and what I see after that is truly unbelievable…and in some cases…amazing. Whatever I'm seeing now – this is NOT the same Miles Marsh-Broflovski of five minutes ago.

He's riding through the desert,
On a Camel Light.
On a magic carpet.
He'll fly away tonight, open sesame!

One of theirs attacks…but Miles blocks with it his own ball. He throws it fast and hard…one down, 1-3. He picks a ball back up…another deflection…another dodge…ANOTHER deflection…and again, another hard hit, 1-2 – incredible, Miles' anger has somehow given it a hell of a lot of strength and control. And as the boys around us drop their jaws as me, Alex and Josh root him on, there's more of the same. More blocks, more deflections and another clever move of striking it towards where one of them was moving. It's now 1-1 – Miles vs. Roger. Miles still has that angered face as he stares down Roger with a ball each gripped in their hand. Miles walks back and charges towards the centre with determination and anger in his face. Roger steps back a little and throws his last chance of a ball to which Miles shrugs it off with a block. We're all on the edge of our benches as we watch what happens next. I of all people can see the view clearly. Miles grabs tight hold of the ball as he shapes his grabbed hand into a fist. Suddenly, there's a massive yell of noise from Miles as he jumps, lands and throws his ball forward with immense power. It travels at speed and slams straight into Roger's fat-face – sending him crashing to the floor and clutching his face. As someone finally manages to break from shock and blow the whistle, we all stand there frozen in shock. Just as we go towards him to give Miles the biggest applause and thanks a team could ever give him; it looks as if Miles breathes deeply to calm himself down. But suddenly…the rage shows its evil side. Miles grabs a ball and starts flinging it down at the defenseless Roger – even hurting him in the process.

"What do you say now?! NOT SO TOUGH ARE YER' YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!!!" Miles screams which echoes all around the gym. And just like that, Miles my brother and Roger end up in the middle of an under-10 year old's fight. The crowd gather around and I along with Alex pull Miles away who still tries to break away from our clutches to probably hurt Roger even more.

"Miles…MILES……just calm it bro…CALM IT…you're better than this…you don't need to sink to that level." I try and tell him throughout the loud shouts of 'FIGHT…FIGHT…FIGHT!' around us.

"What the HELL is going on here?!" Our teacher storms in with a worried but extremely annoyed face. "Would someone PLEASE mind telling me WHAT is going on here?" Silence…no one dare speak up……but I will.

"Sir……there was a disagreement over someone stepping over the line and then……then…Miles and Roger went into a huge argument about it and started yelling and then…this happened. That's what happened, sir." More silence – our teacher looks at us with a serious stare.

"Well…next time think more carefully before you act. You're growing boys and soon, you all better learn to grow up……especially YOU TWO……alright……I think that's about enough for today's session…all of you, head back to the changing rooms and hit the showers – I don't want a single one of you leaving these gyms filthy and un-clean.

The crowd breaks away slowly. Me, Alex and Josh keep close around Miles as we four head back to the gyms to cool down…collect our towels and shampoo…strip…and then head for the showers nearby.

Miles' POV

5 Minutes Later

Some people and boys in our class were a little shocked and disgusted at the fact that WE have to take showers together as well as the high-graders. But to be honest, I don't see any problem with it. Sure, it can be seen as weird taking a hot shower next to other people instead of by yourself…but hey, for me, standing totally naked next to your 2 best friends and your own brother is A LOT more comforting and better than standing totally naked next to 3 complete strangers. But having said that, I'm glad we have our own shared cubicle rather than having to stand next to about 20 other bare-bodied morons. All boys are split into four groups of their choosing and each group share their own 5 meter tiled cubicle with the usual hot showers above and drainage things at our feet.

And as I stand completely central below my shower-head as it sends hot water down onto my face and down my body, my thoughts go immediately to earlier today…or should I say…minutes ago. I can't explain it – I just changed and suddenly became this different person that I feel building inside me every time I get annoyed about something. I don't know why……but it feels like a much darker and angrier side to my character…and I can't help but letting go of it if it means I feel better about something. Whether it's right or wrong, I don't know……but I hope that's the last I see of it……for now, at least.

"Dude…that was an awesome showing…" Josh says to which I move my face out of the water and look at him to the furthest left from me. "Who would thought a shy and defenseless little guy like you could turn into such a bad-ass bastard like that?" He smiles but laughs.

"It's true bro…" Daniel adds – reaching for his soap and beginning to wash his body. "When I saw you all alone on that court, I thought we'd lost for sure……but then……WOAH……out of the blue…literally."

"Ha…well…goes to show ya' that I'm not the shy and WEAK person you thought I was."

"We never said you were weak Miles." Alex says.

"Yeh I know…but still……I just wish people wouldn't treat me as such a freak and outcast all the time. And I know I'm an easy target with me being from a rich background AND having BIG red hair AND being the only Jew in the class…"

"AND of some other reason too…ha ha." Josh remarks to which I look at him and his angled vision. He looks back and laughs.

"DUDE……do you really have to bring THAT up…here?"

"Sure…why not – we're in a shower aren't we – best chance we have of seeing each other's……ummmm……anatomy." Josh laughs again – trying to sound as straight as possible to somehow try and mess with me because of my family and religious background.

"For your information Josh……the only reason my dick looks any different from yours is because I had a circumcision when I was younger……all Jewish boys have it done and it's to show that I've been welcomed into my religion properly in order to have a covenant with God." Josh sniggers under his breath and squints his eyes with the laughter. "God's sake Josh…grow up – at least I'm proud of being a Jew just like my dad."

"Who says I'm not proud of being a Catholic just like MY dad…" Josh replies. "…at least I don't have an odd-looking dick to please the ladies later on in life, ha ha…"

"Come on Josh, leave him alone…"

"It's alright Alex, I don't mind Josh making the odd comment now and again…"

"Well OK……and hey…I'm sure……even with you…being a Jew and all…I'm sure…you'll find someone who'll fancy you in the future."

"Thanks."

And after Josh finishes with that stupid remark and Alex finishes making me smile again like he always manages to do, the four of us continue with our showering.

"Oh shit…" I say as the soap from my hand slips onto the floor. And knowing the humility and embarrassment a thing like this can bring, I don't even dare to pick it up…even though I NEED it to get myself clean.

"Don't worry Miles, I'll get that." Alex bends down and picks it up.

"Ummmm…yeh…thanks dude."

"No problem - I wouldn't wanna…y'know…leave you being the only non-clean boy here and stuff."

"Yeh……hey Alex…I hope this isn't gunna sound embarrassing but…could you…ummmm……soap down and wash my back please…my arms are weak and I can't reach my back myself."

As Josh spits out what water he had in his mouth and looks to me with a smirked look of surprise, Alex and I ignore him and look back at each other. "Really……I mean…sure……like I said…wouldn't wanna…y'know…leave you un-clean and whatnot."

"Thanks Alex." To which Alex goes behind me and starts washing down all my back from the top of my shoulders right down to the bottom just before my ass. As soon as he's done and we've both given one another a 'Thanks' smile, I grab hold of my bottle of shampoo. "Bloody hair…" I say. "Dad told me he uses this for his hair and he's asking me to use it as well since our hair and 'fros are SO alike……gah, why does the hair I like so much have to be so bushy and annoying to clean."

"Ah, chill bro…it gets it clean doesn't it?"

"Yeh…I guess so." And with that said……I squeeze out a hand-full of green-colored shampoo and apply it to my soaked bush of a 'fro.

10 Minutes Later

Done…clean…and changed again – it's 3 o clock and at last, it's finally time to go back home for another day…HOORAY. As we five make our way out down the school drive-way like path the other way this time passed the trees and forest-bit, we begin to say our "See yer' Later"s as we all go our separate ways to where our parents are waiting for us. As usual, Laura gives her usual lovey-dovey goodbye to Daniel to which those swirling-hearts start doing their rotating around Daniel's head again.

Top Man - sees her in double.
Top Man - pukes on the pavement.
Top Man - he likes her all clean and shaven.
Top Man - shooting guns on the high street of love.

Me and Alex say our "Later"s and as Laura and her brother walk to where their dad is waiting, Josh looks back, gives us a quick flick of a goodbye and sticks his two fingers up at us like he always does in a really funny and comedic manner to which me and Daniel smirk and stick our two fingers up back to make Josh smirk also.

With that done, flicking our bags back up over our shoulders, we head to the outside parking area where an obviously-seen shiny stretched black limo is waiting. The driver steps out and opens the door for me and Daniel. We step in, put our bags to one side, take our seats and our parents look back at us.

"So……how was your day today?" Dad asks in his usual happy and curious voice.

Me and Daniel smile at one another to which Dad and Pops look even more curious at us.

"Well…" Daniel begins – knowing that I want him to tell the story of what happened today in PE class.

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Author's Comments: Well…that was certainly interesting and even exciting to write. I had this chapter all thought out in my head for weeks, so I'm glad I finally got up to this point to tell it. And just to let you know…they'll be plenty more of Miles going up against Roger somehow in some confrontation or argument or whatever……but what happens with them…well, you'll just have to wait and see.