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Chapter Ten: Roman

I walked out of the gym quickly after the match. I didn't need to see the Authority putting on another show, and as soon as I saw Triple H heading over to the mat I knew it was bad news. I went to look for Dean, and I found him favoring his left shoulder.

"What happened to your arm?" I asked.

He grimaced. "Kane. When that no-good...demon...tripped me, then I landed on my arm wrong. And that stupid, slimy, sellout just threw away our backpacks like it was nothing."

That felt like a punch to the chest. As weird as it may sound, us having those same backpacks really made us feel even more like brothers. I guess this is even more proof that he's done with us.

"Come on, lets get out," Dean said. "I don't want to be in this stuffy locker room anymore."

"Dean, before we leave let's just go to the nurse. I'm sure she can help you with your arm."

He glared at me, but sighed and said "Fine. Lets go."

We walked down the deserted hallway to the office. After a few seconds of silence, I said "So...how long do you think they were planning the whole betrayal thing?"

I could feel Dean tense up next to me. We've tried not to talk about it since the first day, and maybe now wasn't the best time, Dean having a dislocation and all. But it doesn't matter:  the question was asked.

"I heard them say it was a plan. But I don't really know how long they were actually trying to put in into action. They called him Plan B," he replied.

"Plan B? What was Plan A?"

"Trying to make us model students themselves, probably. Plan B was Seth joining them, because obviously if they can't do it then call the half-blonde teenager to the plate. And then, he became their little golden boy."

We reached the nurse's office just then, and so we stepped inside and saw Nurse Lita. Have you ever seen a nurse with shoulder tattoos? Because Lita had them. She also looked like the kind of woman that could kick your butt if you got on her wrong side.

"Hey, Ambrose. Shoulder injury? Sit over here." She brought out some bandages and started wrapping it. "You know, when I was your age I wrestled in the school a lot, too. They've kind of toned it down from what it used to be, but it's still pretty dangerous now."

We waited patiently for her to finish, or at least I did. Dean kept trying to shuffle around on his bench.

Like many other places in the school, we've been to the nurse office before. I almost wondered why she didn't ask where Seth was, but I remembered that it's been almost a month since our fallout. The whole school probably knew it by now, especially since Dean's scenes, both at the cafeteria and at my tryouts.

"And...you're good to go. See you, guys. Have a nice summer."

After leaving the room, we walked out to my car in the parking lot. Just as we were settling in our seats, the person I least wanted to see right now show up.

Seth.

Since I left before the whole "backpack exchange" thing, I hadn't had a chance to see what his bag actually looked like. It almost looked like our Shield backpacks, except it was gold. Instead of our embroidered names above the front pocket, it had a weird symbol...his initials? That's as far as I could guess. 

I had hoped he wouldn't see us, but I knew he would, of course. He'd ridden in this car more times than we could count, and I knew he would recognize it.

"Someday, Dean. Someday you'll win against him," I said while slamming my door. I turned to see if Dean had closed the passenger door, but I found it wide open. And Dean was not in the seat.

It didn't take a genius to figure out where he'd gone. I climbed out and looked around. Sure enough, there was Dean, a mere few feet away letting all his anger break loose. Guess he couldn't wait too long for his chance to beat him. 

His outbreak was short lived, however, as Randy came over to drag Dean away. 

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT RANDY! YOU KEEP THAT LUNATIC AWAY FROM ME, YOU HEAR??" Seth's voice rang loud and clear across the parking lot, just as he wanted it to. 

Trying to ignore Seth, I stepped up to Randy. "Let him go, Randy. I'm taking him back home."

Randy smirked at me. "How cute. The big bro's still protecting his little bro, huh? And, uh, where are you taking him? Not to his big bad daddy, right? Say, did he get out of jail yet?"

"Shut your mouth, Randy." I didn't even bother trying to answer. It was true, Dean did not have a good home life. It wasn't like it was common knowledge though, so I was trying to figure out where he learned that. Then saw Seth in the corner of my eye, and I knew exactly where he learned it from.

"Dean, come on. You can't fight with your sling on." I said. I knew it was no good trying to reason with him, though, because he was stubborn. Really stubborn. He was going to do whatever it would take to get what he wanted. 

And right now, he wanted to make Seth pay. So that's what he was going to do.

"I just did fight with my sling on," he said. "What are you going to do? Hold me back every time I try and make him think about what he did?"

"I'm not, but you can bet that the Authority is. And, you know, Dean...wrestling's over for the summer. You won't have another chance at him. Unless you wanted to, oh, I don't know..."I trailed off and pulled out a Summerslam form.

Dean immediately snatched one and started writing down info with a pen he found among the assorted junk in my car.

"You think Seth is going to come?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. He's come in the past, and he loves wrestling just like everyone else."

"You don't think the possibility of you being there would stop him at all?"

He smirked at me. "Didn't stop him today." 

After he finished, I drove by the office and dropped off our papers. 

"Hopefully they won't deny my match request," Dean said. "I mean, the program is still mostly run by the school board. They probably don't want me tearing his precious contract, or something."

It didn't take a genius to figure out who 'he' was. "I don't think they can say no," I answered.

 "They better not. Because I am going to bring the pain."