Bryce returns to campus

The Eagles football team were all getting changed out of their gear and back into their regular clothing before leaving the change rooms after a Tuesday night training session.

As they all slowly started to make their way out, they were greeted by their very own team captain and starting quarterback. Bryce Walker stood at the change rooms doors, having a few words with each player as they left.

The alpha male jock was in terrible condition, he was on crutches with what looked like a broken leg. His face was all cut up with plenty of bruising, that well built body very much aching in pain. Bryce tried to smile, hiding up his discomfort as he spoke with everyone coming out.

Eventually all that remained in the rooms was Derek Marotta who had been taking over the captain role while Bryce was in hospital and his sidekick, Dixon.

“Boys,” he said as he limped on over to them.

“Bryce? I didn’t know you’d be back yet man,” Marotta said, their hands met in a male greeting way.

“Fucking doctors wanted me in there for a little longer but fuck that, had to see everyone back here,” he said, in a similar mindset to Mark.

“He’s off the team right?” Dixon said, as he remained sitting down on the bench. He of course was speaking about Mark after he crashed Bryce’s car and sent them both into hospital.

Bryce didn’t know what to tell them, he just shook his own head, looking at the ground before shrugging back at him.

“Come on, your car! Your leg! When he comes back here, I’ll make sure he returns to hospital and this time, I’ll guarantee you that son of a bitch won’t come back,” Dixon said in a threatening tone.

“Cool it,” Bryce said, not wanting to speak about that right now, “I’m the captain so I’ll deal with it when the time comes.”

He then sighed, shifting a bit closer to his teammate with the mullet on the bench.

“Marotta, if you don’t mind, I actually need to speak to something to Dixon privately,” Bryce then said, turning to face the other boy.

The brown haired muscly boy looked a little amused by why he wouldn’t be allowed to stay and listen. Dixon too didn’t know where this was going, “He can stay. Anything you say to me, you can stay in front of him.”

Bryce sighed again, looking back and fourth between the two of them, “Fine.”

Once again, he inched forward, moving his crutches, looking right down at the short jock.

“I’m going to tell you this once and once only... I know what you did with that short blonde a couple of weeks ago… and… if you ever do that again with anyone, anywhere near my fucking Eagle Nest, I’m kicking you off the team.”

Dixon gulped while Marotta squinted at him, trying to work out exactly what was going on.

“I fucking look over you boys more than anyone. You’re all my fucking brothers,” Bryce continued, “But you’re bringing too much negative attention to us all.”

“How do you know what happened…” Dixon finally spoke.

“Don’t worry about that. Just don’t fucking let it happen again,” Bryce said aggressively and firmly.

Bryce’s time in hospital had him thinking a lot more than he usually did. With so much time alone in hospital room, he thought about what he was letting his guys get away with. Following that, he worried that if more people started to find out, the more likely it would end up ruining his last months at college with the attention and scrutiny.

“Are you threatening me…” Dixon said, starting to get aggravated with the way he was being spoken to.

“Call it what you want… just don’t let me catch you touch another chick without their fucking consent,” Bryce said before stepping back again.

Dixon fumed, but was too afraid to have a go at him. He didn’t have much of a choice, Bryce was bigger and stronger and socially a much better liked person. Even though he was in terrible shape, Dixon wouldn’t fight him.

With the fear that he may tell people about what he did to Maple, he kept his mouth shut.

Marotta on the other hand was left to put the rest of the puzzle pieces together.

“Now you boys take it easy, I’ll see you back at the next training, be ready to work hard,” Bryce then said, defusing the situation before walking away from them both, out of the change rooms completely.

It left Dixon sitting there heated and frustrated with Marotta standing there, working out what happened.

“What the hell was that about…”