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Zack left the classroom hurriedly, small tears near his eyes as he heard the coach's words echo inside of him. Who the fuck did he think he was? Just because he coached a bunch of over rated jocks that didn't mean he could tell him that girls like Sheryl were out of his league. His league huh? Well fuck that shit. Besides, he was staring at Justin anyhow. Wonder what the great Coach would say then? God, just the idea of the Coach knowing how he was feeling terrified him and he could feel the muscles in his body starting to quiver and shake with fear.
He had his head down as the wild fear took hold of him, and he could just see the Coach holding a student body assembly where he would denounce him publicly. He would enjoy that, the fucking masochist, gathering the entire student body together to expose some faggot in their midst. As the thoughts raced through his head, he didn't see where he was going until he felt the sharp jolt in his shoulder and he felt himself spinning around, stumbling and about to fall towards the hard concrete.
A hand reached out and grabbed his flaying arm, arresting his fall and jerking him back to his feet. The hard grip was painful, and yet it seemed to make him tingle a little as he turned to stare into the captivating blue orbs of the schools number one student, Tyler McHenry. He couldn't believe it as he tried to catch his breath and to still the sudden wild beat of his heart.
"Hey, you okay?"
Zack stared, fear gripping his young body as he noticed the sneer on the other boy's face. Brain Kozak wasn't his favourite person in the world and he was always with Tyler, like they were brothers or something.
"Yeah, sorry. Uh, should have been watching where I was going."
"Christ you should have let him take the header. Might jar some savvy into his head."
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