Go back to teach Stacey and her friends manners, but get interrupted on the way

“I think I might take care of something first” you say glancing down the hall at the group of senior girls “I’ll catch up with you a little later on, ok?”

“OK bro,” Jessica says then, after hurriedly kissing you on the cheek, runs off to class with Tamara and Becky. You smile as you watch them go, then daydreaming about the limitless possibilities begin to stroll back down the hall towards Stacey and her friends.

You find them where you left them with a few unpleasant additions; Derek Masters and his group of neanderthal friends. You remember Derek from your time at this school, the guy has managed to dodge graduation from senior year four times and is much older than you or any of the students at this school. It also meant he remained captain of the soccer team for four more years, preyed upon teenage girls for four more years and made the life of any student he took a dislike to hell for four more years, including you. He had tormented you until your graduation day, and generally acts like he owns the school.

One of his goons nudges him and nods your way as you approach. He turns from flirting with Stacey and her friends and grins maliciously at you.

“Hey Doe, You better be careful wandering the halls like that, someone will think you’re a pervert stalking innocent high school girls!” he yells, and his friends chortle loyally.

“That’s rich coming from a stinking pedophile like you Derek, how old are you now? And still in high school?” You remark casually as you position yourself squarely in front of him. He straightens up to your challenge, standing a clear three inches taller than you and broader across the chest and shoulders. He leans forward until his face is positioned inches from your own.

“I’m an enrolled student here,” he growls poking you in the chest “but it seems to me that you are a little out of place – so how about you leave now before I begin re-enacting our old times together.”

You’ve had enough, you grab him by his soccer jersey and slam him back into the lockers. He looks surprised and a little uneasy, he struggles at first but finds your grip to be iron strong. He looks to his friends who look back at him stunned. You decide to start a little torment of your own…

“Whoa Derek!” You say releasing him suddenly “You stink like shit!”

As you say it, the Soccer Captains breath begins to reek of booze and garlic, his body odor seems almost visible as it radiates from him and his feet start stinking of dog shit. The aroma hits everyone else too, and they all take a step back.

“Hey dude” one of his friends asks him suspiciously “did you just crap your pants?”

Derek looks about confused, but the smell is painfully obvious to him too. His grabs the front of his jersey, sniffs it and gags.

“What the fuck?!” he screams, and runs for the bathroom. You laugh as you watch him go then turn and glare at his friends. Leaderless, they just stare at you mystified then begin to wander off to different classes.

“That was totally weird” one of Stacey’s friends remarks and they head off too. You smile and then curse as you remember why you originally had come over to them. No matter you do have all day…