Incarnates Of Olympus

Bullies Of A Different Class

The football sailed across the clear blue sky all while gradually descending back down toward the field. As a number of students, all in football gear, tackled and crashed into each other, the football rested in the waiting hands of Tyler Greyson. With a sense of urgency, Tyler ran as quickly as his legs could carry him. Several opposing students tried to rush him, but he plowed right through them like they weren't even there. It was a straight shot from to the end zone for Tyler, and he reached it without another player ever reaching him. Rather than celebrate, Tyler took a moment to catch his breath before tossing the ball to the referee. The other students, some who'd originally opposed him, came to congratulate him, but Tyler was modest about it all. This was especially true considering that it was actually practice on the field, so such celebration was unnecessary. Then came the howling voice of the coach as he called the team back to the starting point.

Meanwhile, at the bleacher seats by the field, Corey and Damien were watching on with only marginal interest. They weren't actually part of the football team, but it was in the middle of the school's free period, so the boys chose to spend their time watching practice. There was a handful of other students there, including Brad Hendry. He was seated several rows below Corey and Damien and hardly giving them any consideration. He did glance now and then, if only to sneer in their general direction. Corey did catch Brad glancing up him, giving the fellow student and sly but telling nod. Brad's response came in the form a single extended middle finger. Corey neither had nor wanted trouble with Brad, and he intended to keep it that way.

Damien gave a nudging elbow to Corey to draw his friend's attention and whispered, "Hey Corey, check it out. Isn't that the European student that transferred last year?"

Without responding, Corey directed his attention to a tall, slender girl with long, curly red hair walking along the bleachers. She was watching the practice game much like the boys, but paid no mind to them. Corey and Damien knew almost nothing about the girl outside of her name; Allegra Martinez. The boys knew that she was a transfer student that came to their school in late November of the previous year and that she was from Europe, likely Spain, but not much beyond. Allegra apparently appeared to prefer keeping to herself. This seemed strange because, all things considered, she was actually fairly attractive with her wavy brown hair and slightly dark complexion. This was especially apparent in particular to Damien.

Corey noticed the way his friend was looking at Allegra and said, "Uh, Damien, you know it's not nice to stare, right?"

"I... I wasn't staring. I was just admiring the weather." Damien relied on the most painfully obvious lie in the history of mankind.

Corey cocked an eyebrow and replied, "Really?"

Recognizing that Corey saw through his lie, Damien said, "Okay, be honest; you think a foreign exchange student like Allegra would be interested in a guy like me?"

"Maybe, if you get a change in clothing." Corey quipped.

"What's wrong with my clothes? They seem fine to me."

"Damien, you wear mostly black clothes pretty much all year round. Girls don't typically go for that."

"So what, I should wear rainbow suspenders?" Damien asked.

Corey, unsure if Damien was joking or not, replied, "I wouldn't go that far, man."

"Ah please. Like any chick would go for a couple of losers like you two." A deep, burly voice called out.

Corey and Damien recognized the voice belonged to Brad, who'd been eavesdropping the whole time. Corey swiftly responded, "And yet, here you are sitting near us. That kind of says more about you, dickhead."