Bullies

The uniform for Thorn was snazzy. Slick, professionally tailored blazer and pants with polished shoes for the men. Blazer tops and short pleated skirts with Mary-janes and knee-highs for the women.

And the best part? Thorn was old-school and forbade wearing shorts underneath skirts. One strong breeze and Shane could potentially see any of his classsmates panties! For a moment he thought about Missy...

No! He had to shake his head of dirty thoughts. He would turn over a new leaf, become a new man. No longer would he be a pushover. He would make something of himself.

But then in his very first class.

"Hey, tiny, go get us some drinks from the vending machine!" One of the bigger guys in class had called you to the back of the room where him and his crew of thugs sat. "And don't be slow. If they're warm when you get here you're in for it!"

"S-sure, right away!" Shane said, already swallowing his pride. He wanted to stand up to the guys. Really, he did! but... they were just so big and he didn't want to make a scene on the first day of school.

He ran to the vending machines, halfway across campus, and bought drinks for all the guys. He didn't know what they wanted, so he bought extras too. But he hadn't considered how he was going to carry all of them back.

The cans slipped out of his grasp when he tried gathering them all up in his arms. He didn't want to squeeze too hard and make them warm of cause them to fizz up when opened.

He eventually settled on holding his shirt to make a sort of cloth bucket, and carry them back that way.

He was most of the way back, outside one of the entrances to the main building, when he ran into the group he was supposed to be taking the drinks to.

"What the hell? You were taking too long, shrimp! You're only just now coming back?" It was the leader of the pack, Aaron. A big, football star with short dark hair and a widow's peak. "Those aren't gonna be cold no more. I thought we said we wanted them cold!"

Shane gulped and blushed. He hated confrontation. He tried backing up, but his legs were too shaky. The group closed in around him before he could get away.

The ringleader pushed him up against the wall, causing him to drop all the sodas. His shirt was visibly wet from the condensation that had accumulated on all the cans.

"Tch tch tch, what a mess. What are we gonna do with you?" Aaron said, holding Shane firmly against the wall while he squirmed. "I think I might have some ideas!"