Lunch

Before heading to class Luke slipped into a bathroom, to change into a new set of boxers. Like, most students, Luke always kept spare cloths in his bag just in case.

Luke's second class after homeroom was math. As Ms. Peach had said, his lateness was excused. Yet, Math felt more brutal then his homeroom had been. His ass was bruised and battered, thus sitting on it for a hour was a chore. He fidgeted and quietly whimpered as he tried to get through class. Girls, were clearly giggling at him, and some throw quiet teasing whispers at him.

"Having trouble Luke?"

"Eventful morning?"

At one point Luke thought he was toast when Mrs. Luthberg shot a, "Are you paying attention Luke!" At him.

The Lunch bell did finally come to his relief. Luke even looked forward to getting to see his Soccer friends, everything was different now, and he wanted something to distract him from the sting of his rear end.

The girls seemed to be more rowdy then this morning, cat calling boys, some trying to grope crotches as they walked by. He could even feel girls eyeing him, trying to figure out if he was claimed out not.

Some girls whistled at him.

Luke didn't like it, he felt like pray surrounded by predators. He was also athlete, he supposed that made him of higher value. It made him glad things turned out the way they did with Grace.

The cafe was worse then the halls.

Yelling and shouting filled the air. Some girls were draping themselves over boy's laps in seductive manors. Other girls seemed to form packs and were cornering some boys.

Luke ducking and dodging quickly found the table were most of the Soccer team sat.

"This place is Fucking Crazy!"

Luke said sliding into a open spot on the Cafeteria Table. Wincing when he sat.

"Rough morning." One of the other guys laughed at him.

"Kinda." Luke smirked back. At least they could still joke around alittle.

Conversion seemed to quickly turn to the major topic of the day however. What happened to who, and what ever ones situation was. A handful of guys had been caught going out the door that morning, now under lock and key by there mothers'. Others, who had girlfriends said they had given there keys to them, for better or for worse being stuck with them now. Still, it seemed that half were Free Agents.

Michael who was sitting close to Luke. "What about you Luke?"

Luke turned his head away sheepishly.

"No!"

"Yep." Luke said nonchalantly.

"Wh-"

Michael's inquiry were cut short as a pack of girls walked up to the Soccer Players table.

"Hey Boys!"

At the head of the pack stood Nemesis, the Vice-Captain of the Cheerleader Squad. Dressed in a prim and prop school uniform that hugged her slender frame. Nemi along with the other girls around her wore multiple keys around there necks. Nemi grinning at the table even twirled the black chain of a key around her finger in the air.

The table grew silent. Luke who sitting on the end closet to the girls felt the hair on the back of his neck stick up.

"Oh! I didn't mean to ruin you fun!" Nemi frowned and put on a putty face for the boys. "We just wanted to see how you all were doing? Seeing as it is a important part of the Cheerleader's job to make sure all the sports teams morale is doing well."

With that, many of the girls from the pack split off and started circling the table. Some jumped in between the seats of boys, muscling there way in. Others came up behind individual and started messaging there shoulders.

"You see, we just want what's right for OUR boys. So us, and others have been going around to all the teams to check up on you."

Nemesis's focus now seemed to zero in on Luke for some reason, leaning into him as she spoke. "We know some people are getting raw deals right now."

Girls hands started to wander on the boys. Touching thighs, rubbing chests, some hands reaching other places.

Nemi's eyes seemed to lock with Luke's now. "Your our most valuable assets in the school. The squad just wants to make sure your being taken care of."

Nemi's slender face was practically infront of Luke's now. Wearing rose red lipstick to compliment her dazzling curly red hair, she just seemed to be coming closer and closer to Luke. Her deep eyes petrifying him.

Then suddenly she froze and pulled her head back in a flash!

Luke almost jumped out of his seat when a heavy set of hands landed on his shoulder. Panic subsided though, as he felt the familiar weight of 2 soft objects he recently got acquainted with rest on his head.

"Oh Grace! What seems to be the pleasure?" Nemi, had retreated completely away from Luke. Her arms folded infront of her, while she gave the most cheerful of fake smiles.

A fake smile which Grace seemed so happy to return.

"Oh nothing in particular, just coming to check and how my Boyfriend's lunch was going."

Nemi slide a hand to her hip. "Oh, I hadn't heard you too were a couple?"

"Yes we are, Isn't that right Luke?"

Grace's grip on Luke's shoulders tightened as she pulled him in closer to her chest. Cleavage now blocking a third of Luke's sight. "Ye- Yes!"

Nemi's eyes narrowed at Grace. "When did the Student Council become so interested in affairs of the sports teams?"

"The Student Council is interested in the well being of all organizations at the school. So I find it curious that the Cheer Squad would be causing such distraction for the Soccer Team when there clearly trying to have a quiet lunch."

The table seemed to become a small bubble of silence in the chaos of the cafe. A harsh tension clearly visible between the two girls.

Grace stood tall and proud, towering over everyone there.

"Well! It was a pleasure as always." Nemi turned with a scowl, flipping her hair she walked away from the table. Quickly followed in toe by the other Cheerleaders brought by her.

Grace knelt, down and pecked Luke on the cheek once the coast was clear.

"How are you enjoying lunch?"

"Uh. Good! You?"

"Just checking in is all." Grace smiled. "Wanted to meet you friends too." She waved to the table cheerfully, who in turn awkwardly waved back.

"Well I won't be bugging either. You boys enjoy your break!" Grace then landed another peck on Luke's cheek before walking away.

Michael and the other guys looked at Luke Awe stuck.

"That's who you landed!"

"Yes." Luke said cheapishly rubbing the back of his head.

"Tell Us!"

"How!"

Luke began cockily besotting to his friends, telling a more self-flattering tale of his exciting morning. They laughed and heckled him saying. "BULLSHIT" Yet for a moment, they all just felt like a normal group of guys.

Only one thing bothered Luke. It clung to the back of his mind. The bubble of calm seemed to remain around there table. All around, the rest of the cafe was still chaos, but none of it dared to touch them. Not even one more girl came up to bother the soccer team for the rest of the lunch break.