You're Still Cool to Me

"Kid..."

Jack cracked his ocean blue eyes open, seeing a blur of blinding lights, accompanied by six indistinguishable figures. He quickly shut them with a groan, the sight itself was causing his head to spin. He already had a pounding headache, it felt as if some psycho came at him with a sledgehammer.

"Kid," the voice repeated, this time, it was growing more clear as he was regaining consciousness. He quickly recognized it as Danny, a new friend he met that night, and was the leader of the ever so popular Cool Patrol. He cracked open his eyes again, squinting as his vision finally started to focus, various sounds starting to fade in.

"Yo kid," Danny repeated, he and the other members, save for Ninja Brian, seemed a bit concerned for him. "you alright?"

Jack tried to speak, but was met with a wet iron taste in his mouth, he quickly realized it was his blood. He nodded, mainly because he still wasn't sure if he had all of his teeth intact -for he didn't want to speak with large gaping holes in his mouth, and partially because he was still dazed.

When he found his teeth were, thankfully, in their respective places, he looked to Danny again, letting out a groan. "what happened?" All he remembered was a gigantic blur of instructive dance and brightly colored spandex.

"You took a pretty bad hit." one of the members, Matt he recalled, the one Danny had secretly told him was actually an unverified member, stated. A smirk creeped to his lips. "And you may have passed out for a bit."

"What?" Jack asked in disbelief. Was that the reason why it seemed like there was a woodpecker behind his skull? And why the rusty taste of blood never seemed to stop? He suddenly remembered the two who were picking on him, and he quickly recalled that he was still in the skating rink, on a floor that smelled quite strongly of stale pizza, old soda, and sweaty socks.

He heaved an embarrassed sigh, lifting his arm up in the process. Only to find that it was asleep, it felt weighted, as if it were made of lead. He shook it to regain the feeling, spotting the bruises forming on his hands.

"Did they break your hand or something?" Mark who was legitimately verified asked, glancing at the black bruises through his Ass-Ass glasses. Everyone else, save for Ninja Brian, glanced to him for reassurance.

"Nah," Jack assured them. "I just bruise pretty easily." He finally regained the feeling in his arm and sat up, ignoring the ache the motion left. He put a hand to his face, and immediately tensed once his fingertips grazed it. Just touching it sparked a blinding flash of pain, nearly putting him to tears.

"You alright dude?" Ryan, who was also a legitimately verified member, asked.

Jack quickly nodded, unable to help feeling embarrassed to be asked. He didn't want to seem like a baby in front of these guys, who were some of the coolest people he could ever consider his friends. The last thing he wanted was for them to offer him an unnecessary ride to the hospital. "I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Matt questioned. "No offense, but you look like you got hit by a bus."

'Sure feels like it.' Jack thought. "I'll be fine. Nothing I haven't felt before."

"Alright, feel free to join us when you're up to it." Danny said, standing up and pointing towards the row of tables they were previously occupying. Jack noticed that it now held the cape and crown he was previously wearing.

Before he knew it, everyone had left, going back to meet up with their girlfriends, -or random hot girls in Danny's case. Ninja Brian was the only one who hadn't moved, he looked to Jack, who mirrored his expressionless glance, and then finally poofed away in a tuft of smoke.