Go to gym class

Mr. Day gestures an arm for Todd to follow, and looking back, directs a wink at John, "John, you can head on to your next class. If anything comes up about this, we'll call for you."

John nods, dashing away like lightning from the strange encounter. His mind buzzed in the afterglow of an impromptu ass-pounding, reliving the encounter in his head, and how he might go about expediting another. No one cared, not one person stepped up to question why someone with a right mind would commit to gay acts to 'punish'... a gay guy. Surely something was amiss; ancient voodoo, school built on a Native American burial ground - something.

Todd's reasoning for each one of his motivations felt like the key, always with the intent to punish, provoke, or otherwise outright humiliate John. Mr. Day's reaction to treating their sexual encounter as if it were simply a case of prime bullying. What a strange notion that your enemy could be lulled into such gullible acts, none the wiser that it was your intention all along.

Coming up to the doorway to his next class in the gym, John wrestles with the idea, and whether it was a one-time fluke that would only work on Todd. John pushes the double-doors open, led with the screeching of sneaker soles and the colorful berating of the someone he might indulge his curiosities with.

"Move, move! Move your ass, Carter, you lazy bitch!"

The verbally abusive authority figure was John's Phys-Ed coach, Mr. Tucker, a controversial anomaly among other staff but he certainly gets results, often being antagonistic with many of the other students, more so with John, but Carter Lumpkin always seemed to take the brunt of his wrath. The two stand on the opposite side of the gymnasium, half-way through doing laps. Mr. Tucker takes notice of John, alerted by the squeaky entry doorway.

"Mr. Doe! You're late!"

Mr. Tucker's feelings of John were not lost on him. He always got the impression that the stocky daddy saw him as, in kind words, timid - or weak; something about that combination always had his teacher on his ass for most of the period. He wouldn't quite label him as an enemy... but it certainly felt like the teacher thought of him in that way, however unprofessional that might've been. There are always other ways to test a hunch, but Mr. Tucker felt like the best bet, besides aggravating the other seniors in class that hate John's guts.