"Just wait and see." He said. And then we went back into the school and got coffee, drinking it and wondering just how awesome the prank would be.
So when gym class actually started, I was both nervous and excited. Gilbert meant business with this prank, so I could expect that at least one person would get pretty close to being severely injured. It's a wonder why they haven't expelled him already.
Arthur was late for class again, and had to do laps around the gym while Mr. Beilschmidt talked about what we were going to do today. Either he'd decided to keep a pretty close eye on Gilbert or the other teachers had warned him about Gilbert's competitive nature, because he's had another team-building activity filled lesson planned for us today. He told us to get into groups of five and then he'd give us more instructions. While everyone else rushed around to find a group, the five of us who were sitting together quickly sat down. In our group was Arthur, Francis, Ivan, Gilbert and me. Alfred looked over at us once, caught a glimpse of us all sitting together and went to go join a group with a bunch of his football buddies. I could have sworn that there he looked pretty downhearted on seeing how quick we were to exclude him, but I that, I could deal with later.
"So what's the plan for today?" Gilbert asked.
"Capture the flag." He said, before going into details to explain the rules, with the modification that instead of two teams, there would be many, and the winners would be the team with the most flags left at the end of the class.
"Why does this sound like some kind of military training exercise?" Asked Arthur, who seemed to be recovering his wit and sense of humour already, which was a good sign.
"It's a harmless children's game." Mr. Beilschmidt replied a little coldly, "Now everyone, get outside." The class complied, but as Gilbert got up he looked downbeat.
"Gil," I said, "He just ruined your plan."
"I know! All that work, gone to waste!"
"Well, not exactly." Arthur said, a mischievous glint lit up his eye.
"What're you talking about?"
"The senior girls' gym class is third period." He said, "I think we can get out of Drama without anyone noticing we're gone."
"I like the way you think, Kirkland. It's a plan." Gilbert said as we all headed outside to play capture the flag, which turned out to be a pretty fun game. It ended up with us running around, waving the flags and shouting insults while trying to get caught. We're so mature. In the change room afterwards, I finally got a chance to speak to Arthur alone.
"So, how're you doing?" I asked while I put my clothes away.
"Fine, I guess." He said as he stuffed clothes into his bag. It would be stupid to assume that he'd get over Alfred that quickly, but it still did suck to see him so sad. The morning passed without event. Nothing really interesting happened in any of our classes, and so I spent it wondering about the prank and if Arthur and Gilbert had managed to pull it off.
At lunch, I got to our table late, and when I sat down, everyone was there apart from Alfred, of course, and surprisingly enough, Gilbert.
"Where's Gil?" I asked.
"Office. Mr. Beilschmidt caught him and now he's talking to him." Arthur answered casually.
"What did he even do?"
"Well, right now most of the gym, girls' gym class and Mr. Beilschmidt are covered in maple syrup and feathers." Arthur replied. I had to stifle a laugh. Mr. Beilschmidt had given Gil a challenge and Gil had responded. It'd be great to see where this was going now.
"So do you think we're looking at another suspension?"
"Probably." Francis said "Or detention for at least a month or two." Gilbert seemed to always have detention anyways, so it really didn't make much of a difference at this point. I was about to say that when two guy came over to stand at our table, burly, angry-looking guys. Alfred's friends from the football team…
"Hey, Kirkland!" One of them said, sounding not at all friendly.
"Hello, Steven, how can I help you?" Arthur said coolly.
"You and Alfred broke up." Steven continued.
"I'm aware of that."
"He's pretty cut up about it."
"Is he now?"
"Yeah, so just tell me one thing."
"What?" Arthur said, before Steven grabbed his collar and pulled him by it until their faces were less than a few centimetres apart.
"How many guys were you fucking on the side?" People were starting to look at our table now, expecting a fight. Or I guess, expecting the two footballers to cream Arthur, which would probably be the more likely result.
"None." Arthur replied, as calmly as he could while Steven's tight grip on his collar was starting to restrict his air intake.
"Yeah, right. He walked in on you with his brother, for fuck's sake! His brother! You cheated on the captain of the football team with that nerd." Steven raged. I tried not to feel hurt as I was both ignored and insulted in the same minute.
"I didn't cheat on him!" Arthur insisted, starting to lose his cool now. And then I got worried. When Arthur lost his cool, shit tended to go down.
"Sure you didn't. He told us everything, he said it was like you wanted to fuck every guy you saw. Disgusting." Steven said.
"That's just bullshit!" Arthur was getting more defensive now, and people were starting to gather around close enough to get a good view.
"I bet it is" Steven said sarcastically, "Man-whore." At that word, Arthur looked like he'd been slapped in the face. I was worried, but then that look was followed by one of pure rage and I got even more worried.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He yelled and swung a fairly impressive right hook at Steven, hitting him right on the jaw. The surprise attack knocked Steven back a few feet and forced him to let go of Arthur's shirt.
"YOU FUCKING FAG!" He yelled, before pouncing on Arthur. Arthur attempted to fight back, but was getting pummelled by the bigger guy. He was getting hurt worse and worse by the second. He'd be seriously injured if I didn't do something soon. So Francis ran to go and find the nearest teacher while Ivan and I tried to drag Arthur and Steven apart, which, I can promise you, wasn't an easy task. I got Arthur, so I didn't have it as bad as Ivan, who looked like he had his hands full attempting to restrain Steven. We were still trying to separate them when Francis finally appeared again with a teacher.
"What on Earth is going on?" She demanded. Upon seeing her, Steven and Arthur both dropped their fists and we stopped trying to pull them apart. "Seriously, fighting in the cafeteria! How old are you? You boys could be a little more mature! All of you, to the office! NOW!" We followed, neither of us saying a word.
When we got to the office, we found Gilbert still sitting there. He'd been there so many times that they actually had a seat reserved for him. We sat down in silence as the teacher went to talk to someone in the office, explaining why we were here. After that she left.
"Guys!" Gilbert said "What happened?" He looked at Arthur with concern. Arthur's face was bloodied from the fight.
"Fight." He replied.
"You? In a fight? Over what?" He asked.
"I'll tell you later." He mumbled, indicating to Steven who was sitting on the other side of the room to show that it was something a little more private.
"What, ashamed to admit you lost a fight?" Steven said, overhearing, but before Arthur could come up with a response, a woman walked into the room.
"Steven, the principal wants to see you." She said. Steven got up and followed her without a word.
"So what happened?" Gilbert asked, a second after the two had left.
"Well," He began, "We were sitting at lunch when there guys came over and started it, pretty much."
"What did they do?" Gilbert asked.
"Just harassing him and being generally assholes." Francis said, who was here even though he'd had no physical involvement with the fight whatsoever.
"Did they say or do anything?" He asked. It wasn't like Arthur at all to be involved with fights and stuff, so he picked up right away that it must have been something big.
"Yes, I guess he did." Ivan said.
'What?"
"Well," I began, looking over at Arthur while I said it "Just stuff about him and Alfred."
"Oh. I see." He said, and then we couldn't continue our conversation because the woman had come back in.
"We'll see the rest of you involved in the fight now." She said, and we followed. After explaining our side of the story to the principal, he nodded, said something generic about violence not being an answer to any problem and told us all to leave apart from Arthur, whom he wanted to have a further talk with. On our way out of the office, we passed Steven again.
"I'll pound your little boyfriend in the face the next time I see him." He whispered into my ear as we passed.
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