Fifth Period: Lunch

As you walk from the art class the bell rings and the hallway floods with bodies. As you make your way through the crowd towards the lunch room, your stomach is almost loud enough to contest the moans of pleasure from the women you've taken this day. Upon your arrival, you set your sights upon food more than pleasure.

As you slip into the loud chaos that is the school's cafe, a beefy fist reaches out grabbing you by the front of your shirt. You are dragged aside, right into the face of Jake Valden and two of the teams line backers, Joseph McDougall and Bobbie Robbinson.

Jake snarls in your face, the smell of a few mid day beers wafting into your nostrils. "I hear you been making moves on my girl you little piss ant! I thought I made this clear, but I guess you're too stupid to understand this. Me and Liza are only apart for a few days and are gettin back together soon. ANYONE trying to make moves on my girl is gonna get introduced to my fist. You get me punk?"

As you begin to answer the football jock gives you a rough shake. By now you can tell the lunchroom is silent, all eyes upon you. Now would be the best time to make this jackass look like the dick he is. Just as you set upon a course of action that wouldn't give yourself away, a firm and fairly hairy knuckled hand drops on the jock's shoulder.

Oh shit. It's the football coach Mr. Steward. This guy gives everything to his players and makes sure everyone looks the other way. Needless to say if Jake had decided to lay you out just then, and of course you had no abilities, it would happen and the Coach would hide it as you walked your face into an locker door.

"We got a game this Friday you jarheads! Stop pissin about with this runt and get some grub I want to see you hustling out on the football field in twenty minutes! MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVE IT!" the coach yells. Jake's two buddies quickly dart for the lunch line, shoving through till they're in front.

Jake growls and looks back to you. "Three punk. After last class you're gonna chew a knuckle sandwich. Save room for it." Dropping you he stalks off as the coach is talking vividly with him. You grin, after the last bell there'd be some punishment but not the kind Jake is thinking. You make mental note to take off early last period to setup everything to make this 'punishment' one the football team and coach will NEVER forget.

But for now...