He's stopped on his way to class

That confrontation had taken longer than Rot had hoped and he dashed toward French class hoping not to be late for the second day in a row. Being held over for detention would ruin his new martial arts training program before it even started.

He was in such a rush that he almost bowled over the pretty blond coach for the girls water polo team, Miss Gomez.

Miss Gomez was a busty latina who'd only graduated from college a year earlier and was in her first year as a teacher. Although Rot hadn't dealt with her directly, rumor had it that the all-white male coaching staff had it in for her and she had to scurry around currying favor with them if she wanted her contract renewed at the end of the year.

"Hold it right there, Mister," she said. "I've been hearing bad things about you and we need to get them sorted out."

"I'm sorry, Miss Gomez," Rot said. "But I'm late for French class. Perhaps I could meet with you during P.E."

"And perhaps you should have thought of your class before you started trouble in the hallways. Come with me." She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the female coachs' office.

Rot checked out Miss Gomez's ass in her gym onesie and had to confess that she was a hot number. The switch in her hips had his dick on full alert.

Sitting in the coachs' office was not another female coach but Coach Phillips, the offensive coordinator for the Aaron Burr Duelist Varsity football team. "I brought him as you asked." Miss Gomez took half a step toward the door.

"I think I'd like a witness," Rot said. Coach Phillips would bully anyone who wasn't on the football team.

Coach Phillips gave Miss Gomez an obvious stare. "I think a witness is a good idea, Rot. Now, you know there are rules against fighting in school."

"Why would anyone fight in school?"

"Exactly what I asked myself when I learned that you were using your woo-woo Chink action to beat up on some of our star players... You busted up Randal's hand you know. He won't be able to catch at Friday's game."

"I'm pretty sure Randal slugged a locker, not me."

Coach Phillips grabbed Rot by the shirt and lifted him off his feet. "You think this is funny? Because I don't think this is funny."

Rot's training was to break the hold before he could be choked out. He suspected Coach Phillips wanted him to do exactly that.

"I think three guys, each of whom outweighs me by a good fifty pounds, went crying to their Coach like babies when I was able to step out of their way and let them run into walls."

"Coach Phillips." Miss Gomez was wringing her hands. "I think you've gone a little--"

"Listen, you mex cunt," Coach Phillips said, "you think what I tell you to think."