Falling Down and Getting Back Up... However Slow

After giving their victim a few kicks to the face, back, and stomach Darrin and his two friends walked off laughing and talking to each other about which one of their girlfriends was the better lay. Aaron struggled to his feet in obvious pain with a broken and bloody nose, split lip, loose tooth, black eye, and a whole hell of alot of cuts, scrapes and bruises but what really upset Aaron the most was the damage to his clothes...

There was blood all over his $12,000 white silk shirt and his $350 monogrammed silk handkerchief, They even had the nerve to steal his $5,000 Italian shoes, They cracked the face on his $25,000 personalized Cartier watch which they would of stole but they couldn't work the clasp that held it in place, he lost both of his $800 cufflinks, and the jacket of his $15,000 suit was torn where the two bastards holding him up had ahold of his arms.

Aaron managed to get to his feet and braced himself up against the lockers as he watched three of his tormentors walk away, Smiling when he spoke...

"Code Seven... Wardrobe Reset Please."

Aaron patted down his clothes and watched as the cracks in the face of his watch sealed themselves, the blood disappeared from his shirt evaporating in a small haze of red steam, and any dirt simply fell off like skin being shed while any rips and tears in his jacket, shirt, and pants seemingly mended themselves but most curious of all were his cufflinks which came bouncing from under a row of lockers and leaped back into place on his sleeves and down the hall as Darrin and his friends rounded the corner Aaron's pilfered shoes just up and fell apart to the surprise of the bully holding them.

Raising the shoes up the jock said, "Look at these cheap ass shoes."

Darrin and the other jock turned to see the expensive pair of Italian shoes crumble to pieces like shotty concrete.

"They're falling apart.," Said the jock holding the once immaculate shoes before throwing the remains to the floor and walking off with his buddies.

When the bullies were out of sight what was left of the shoes liquefied and began to slither back and forth across the ground like water droplets converging, merging, and separating on a window pane as they raced to the bottom. The many black serpentine streaks made their way to where Aaron stood waiting, back against a set of lockers. They merged into two equal sized puddles which began to swirl in opposite directions. Looking down Aaron painfully raised his left foot and the nearest puddle reached out with a mass of writhing fingers and when they touched the bottom of Aaron's foot they took hold and swung up to coat Aaron's foot becoming a shoe again. Aaron repeated the process with his right foot.

Aaron clicked his heels and walked rather awkwardly toward his next class arriving just before the late bell.

Aaron Walked through the door to Ms. Nakamura's History class Just as the bell rung and made to take his seat as if nothing were out of the ordinary when the sexy Asian Milf spoke, "Are You Alright Mr. Cross? You Look Out of Sorts."

"Quite alright in fact. Is there something wrong?," Aaron stated rather nonchalantly as he continued toward his seat, the eyes of the entire class on him.

"Hold It Right There Mr. Cross!"

Aaron stopped mid-way down the middle row to his usual seat and turned to face his expectant teacher.

"Have You Been Fighting Again Mr. Cross?"

"No.," Came Aaron's plain and honest answer. He'd never fought any of the football players and he didn't plan to unless they gave him a better reason than kicking the shit out of him just for fun. He may have been entitled to his **** but he had no desire whatsoever to be like the men if you could call them that, that beat him on a daily basis.

Ms. Nakamura took in Aaron's injuries and frowned when she saw his split lip, black eye and crooked nose. She'd seen it before and likely would again but what could she do... They were football players and basically untouchable as far as the school was concerned so unless they ate a live baby on national television their wasn't much that she or anyone could do.

"Why Don't You Go and See The Nurse Mr. Cross."

Aaron sighed but he knew better than to say anything. Ms. Nakamura had a way of saying things and making them sound like suggestions when she was really telling you to do it instead of asking.