school adversary

Part two

"...don't belong here!" John said furiously to the still figure.
"Why aren't you with your little study buddies anyway Trowa?" Added Ben nastily
Trowa just looked at them defiantly
"He probably got tired of them Ben. Wanted to have a little fun. It's only fair that he should get what he's after, don't you think?"
"Yeah, let's show him a good time" leered Ben
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Sure, those snobby bookworms deserved a hell of a bringing down, but this? I can't believe I'm seeing two of my teammates about to rape one! Before I could do anything however, Quatre jumped in. He always has been too emotional.
"Stop it right now you guys!" He said forcefully, stalking forward.
"But Quatre, where just going to show this little worm a bit of fun."
"Yeah Quatre, wanna join us?"
At this, Quatre's hand's balled themselves into fists. I could see that this was rapidly getting out of hand. "Hey guys," I said coming forward "what are you still doing around?"
"Duo..." John said, surprise plastered over his features before they slid back into his leer. "This little worm crawled its way into OUR stadium tonight. We're just going to teach him a little lesson."
Schools are funny things. They tend to have a group of "in" people. You know, the type that all the other students would crowd around with every opportunity? Or at least the ones who hadn't figured out what a crock o' shit it was. In our school, there were two. The A+-always-have-our-noses-in-a-book-so-we're-better-than-you-and-therefor-you're-totally-beneath-us study crowd, and the always-doing-sport-as-we're-really-good-at-it-and-couldn't-drag-me-away-from-it-if-you-tried crowd. The first group is referred to as the worms (as in book) by the second group, and the second group is called the jocks by the first. As usual, all groups must have their leaders. With the jocks, it's me, Quatre and Wufei. With the worms, it's a guy called Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, and colder people you could never meet. The rivalry is a time-honoured tradition. You're either a worm, or a jock, or worm or jock supporter. Either way, it's been like that since anyone can remember. At least at this school. And it's one of the best school's in the country too. I would never have been able to afford it if I hadn't have gotten a scholarship.
Anyway, worms stay off the sporting areas, and jocks keep away from the research labs and the libraries. At least, when there's a chance of being seen.
So, why is a worm leader pressed up against the wall by a jock? Why would one even want to come to a game?
"Hey come on guys" I said jovially "let the guy go. He's not worth the effort, especially with Cindy and Rachelle waiting for you, right?" They nodded reluctantly, and let him go. I WAS there leader, being the captain of every team sport available at this school, and they would damn well listen to me. I'm not being up myself when I say that. I'm the best jock in this place! If there's a sport here, I'm in it. Quatre misses ice hockey, and Wufei will not participate in baseball. So I'm kinda the over all lets-look-up-to-him-guy. It's a good thing I need very little sleep, otherwise between practices I would never get any studying done at all.
Trowa slumped forward a bit, looking completely exhausted before his mask was replaced, and his face became blank again.
"Are you okay?" Quatre asked staring concernedly at him.
"I'm fine" he bit out tersely, pushing himself away from the wall and stalking off.
"Stuck up bastard!" Wufei said vehemenently. "I always thought that Ben and John were more honourable. But attacking someone as weak as that..." Wufei looked down at his feet, shaking his head in disgust "It is just not honourable."
It's a sad day when you can agree to Wufei's sense of honour, but that night, I did. Ben and John needed to be taken into hand. As the team captain, I could give them a little more bench time to think things over, as long as they realized why they were being benched that is (1). Otherwise, what would be the point?
"Come on guys" I said, my good mood slightly dissipitated. "Lets get that celebratory pizza"
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I looked up as the door opened, to see Trowa stumble inside.
"You look like hell" I said, worry lacing my usually calm voice. Trowa just looked at me through his one visible eye. Anyone else would have seen only the expressionless facade that he maintained, but I knew him better. Something was wrong. "Would you like to talk about it?" I asked him. He shook his head, and made his way over to his bed. I knew he would tell me when he was ready, and in the mean time, I would let it rest.
"So how was the game?" I asked. Beats me why he even went. I mean, it's nothing but a bunch of overstuffed jocks that think they're god's gift showing off to each other and whoever else cares to look. It's not like sport was meaningful. Time should not be wasted on something that could never get you anywhere. Studying for good grades was the way to go. The only way to get a good job.
On the other side of the room, I saw Trowa stiffen when I mentioned the game. Ok, something had not gone to plan. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" I asked concerned. "You know you can trust me Trowa".
He just shook his head again. I sighed and went back to physics. I had a test tomorrow, I had to be ready for it. But I had finished all my other work, and had the rest of the night to study. I hoped, no I knew, I would get another a+, and then I would have the pleasure of rubbing it into that jock Duo's face. Why a baka like that would ever want to study physics of all subjects was completely beyond me. No doubt he would be failing miserably. I mean, when would he get time to study? He's to busy being the supreme, all American Jock, tough guy extraordinaire, look at me I'm the best. Guys like that made me furious! How can they expect to get through life like that? Cheating and lying. I know he's cheating because you have to maintain at least a C grade average to be on the team, and he is, realistically, too stupid and foolish to pass anything without help. All brawn and no brain. But then again, most jocks were. The exception would probably be Wufei. He had enough brains to get through anything. Why he chose to become a jock is beyond me. Probably only because his brother is. What a pity Quatre had to drag him down the idiot path.
I looked at the clock and sighed. 10:30, time for bed if I wanted to be up bright and early tomorrow. I smirked thinking about how I could lord my grades over Duo tomorrow. The guy was in practically all my classes, everything except my spare that is. With the way he swaggered around, he needed to be brought down a few notches. Guys like that just had to realise there was more to life than playing with their balls.


(1) I'm not sure if team captains have that power, but in my fic they do.