Yes

"Hell yeah, I wanna start something!" you say, getting as close to the jock as possible without looking gay. "I'm sick of you assholes thinking you rule the school just because you can throw a ball!"

"Get out of my face, faggot," he growls back.

"Call me a faggot again, I dare you," you say.

"faggot," he grins.

You quickly gut-punch him, but he doesn't move, and responds by shoving you into the table.

Back stinging from the collision, you stand up and take a swing at Brady. You hit his arm, but get sucker-punched in the back by Dylan.

People are gathering to watch now, cheering and placing bets. One voice surfaces above the din, though. An adult female's.

"Boys! Stop that right now!" Out of the corner of your eye you see it's Ms. Danvers, your young psychology teacher, and the hottest teacher in the whole school. Before you know it she's in the middle of the fight and the 3 of you are dragged to detention

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"I am _ashamed _of you 3!" Ms. Danvers says in the detention room, shaking her head. "You were fighting on school grounds, and over what?"

"These assholes shoved my face into my food!"

"He wouldn't get outta my face!"

"Hey, I was just protecting my bro!"

Ms. Danvers shakes her head. "I know none of you are bad kids, you just got in a fight. I'm not going to put this on your record. If..."--there's always an if--"If the 3 of you will use my new method of fostering friendship between fighting teenagers."

"And that is...?" you ask.

"Well, John, you see, my studies indicate that if the body associates a rush of positive hormones with a person or persons, it tricks the mind into believing that person is an ally--"

"English, please, Ms. D," Brady grunts.

Ms. Danvers sighs. "I want you 3 to have sex, Brady."

Dylan scoffs. "Sex? With Shorty over there?" You notice he doesn't protest sex with Brady.

"Yes, Dylan, all 3 of you need to do it together. It's that or detention."

"Is this legal?" you ask.

"You're all 18, are you not? And the school has no official rules about sex on campus."

Brady and Dylan look at each other, shrug, and then look at you.