Chapter 8: Jerk Alert!

"Watch it, loser!" a voice shouted.

Andrew jerked his attention back up and saw Brad Taggart, highly touted offensive line recruit and supreme asshole, standing in the way.

"Why do you have to be in the way all the time?" he practically roared, stepping up into Andrew's face.

Brad towered over Andrew, a scowl permanently plastered on his face. Andrew wasn't even sure Brad even knew his name, he treated everyone like this. Usually, this would end with a quick punch to the shoulder, but Brad didn't look like he was going to let this "insult" go easily.

"I'm sick of running into you, bro. Do you have a problem with me?"

Yes, Andrew did, but he was in no position to say anything about it. He tried looking away, but that just made Brad more angry.

"I'm talking to you, bro," he said, backing Andrew up against the wall.

Nobody was coming to help him, so Andrew had one chance to get out of this hallway alive. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pushed the button...