Guy Germaine was going to lose his mind. He was dealing with the loss of his friend, the second he's lost in the span of two years. While he's grieving the loss of his friend, Allison was once again slipping from his grasp. But this time, with nothi...
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Allison Moreau sat next to me at lunch.
Well, she was, until Carlo came over to the table, telling her she had to sit with varsity. That it was 'tradition'.
"Don't worry, Guy." Carlo said. "You'll get her back before you can miss her too much."
I slammed my palms on the table, standing up, but Luis yanked me back down. Carlo smirked, and walked off with Allison, talking to her the whole way.
"Get your nasty hands off me." I growled at Luis.
He scoffed. "I just saved your ass. Your face has yet to heal from your last fight with him."
I clenched my jaw, and watched as Allison sat between Carlo and Marcel, looking as uncomfortable as Adam did.
"Oh, for goodness sake." Julie grumbled. "There they go, messing with Kenny again."
We all looked over, and saw the varsity stealing Kenny's lunch. They had all apparently decided that Kenny, the smallest and nicest of us Ducks, was the best to pick on.
"Come on, guys!" He said, jumping around. "Just let me go and eat."
Cole threw Kenny's sandwich, and Carlo caught it.
"All right, guys, that's enough." I heard him say. "Give the kid his lunch back."
The other varsity players started protesting, but Carlo stood up, and gathered Kenny's food. Once he grabbed all of it, he ripped the brown bag from Rick's hand. After dumping the food back into the bag, he handed it back to Kenny.
"Go back to the Ducks, Kenny." Carlo said.
Kenny did so, looking over his shoulder every now and then. He came over and sat next to Dwayne.
"That was nice of your brother, Guy." Dwayne said, a smile on his face.
I scoffed. "Yeah, he's so fucking nice."
I looked around the table and saw everyone looking at me. I rolled my eyes, and turned back to the varsity table, and saw Charlie, Fulton, and Russ standing there.
"Oh, no." Averman groaned.
"...to lay off the horse poop." Charlie was saying.
Cole threw whatever he had in his hand, and it landed at the cheerleader table. I watched as Charlie took off, Cole and Rick chasing after him.
"What idiot decided to mess with varsity?" Connie asked.
"That's Charlie." I said.
She stood up, "Shit, that's our idiot."
We all took off after them, trying save Charlie's ass before he could get beat.
