"In all fairness your mom came onto me first."

"In all fairness, Jordan" Matt said. "your mom came onto me first. If I'd known she was your mom, I would have said no but I didn't see your brand until too late."

It was a pretty good line. And Matt had seen {if missedfirstday=true}a teacher{else} Dr. Dyle{endif} approaching and felt confident the football jerks wouldn't risk suspension by doing anything stupid in front of a teacher.

That was a serious misjudgment.

Jordan slammed him into the classroom's tile walls headfirst. "Nobody talks about my mother that way."

"Jordan, teacher."

"Hi Dr. Dyle. Mr. Free Lunch Program here thinks he's better than the kids whose parents actually pay their taxes. I think he needs a lesson. That okay with you?"

"I prefer no ****." Dr. Dyle abruptly turned away and walked back the way he'd come from.

"No ****. Yeah, I'd prefer that too," Jordan lied. He slammed Matt's head into the wall again. "You just watch it, punk."

"Stop it, Jordan." Karen came to the rescue. Not that Matt wanted to be rescued by his sister. "This moron can be a jerk, but that's no reason to hurt him."

"Sure Karen." Jordan picked Matt up and dropped him to the ground. "We gotta go to football practice anyway. See you at the dance Friday. And slumboy... nobody invited you to the dance. Besides, I don't think they take foodstamps."