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Justin Foley walked over to his locker and saw Diego Torres leaning against the couple of lockers next to it. He ignored Diego as he opened his locker. Diego let out a chuckle. "You know, I could really never figure it out. Eliza choosing you over Zach." Justin rolled his eyes as he closed his locker. "I mean, you're a joke on the field, you're obviously a shit boyfriend." The boy left Diego alone, walking down the halls, but Diego followed him. "So, what does she actually see in you? Really?"
"Um- I don't have time for this right now, and I really don't think Zach wants you speaking out for him."
Justin turned the hallway, and Diego stopped before speaking. "But then I really figured it out."
The boy immediately stopped and turned to Diego. "What the fuck did you figure out, exactly?" Justin questioned him, raising and eyebrow.
"She's just protecting you because you did it. You killed him." Diego stepped closer towards Justin.
Justin shook his head, looking around to see no one else in the hallways. "You really don't know what the fuck you're talking about." He stepped even closer towards Diego. "But if I were you, I'd keep my fucking mouth shut."
A smirk appeared across Diego's face. "I'm going to get the truth."
"Yeah?" Diego nodded in response to Justin. "How, exactly?"
Diego looked down and shrugged before glancing back up at Justin. "I'll beat the shit out of you, and in front of Eliza if I have to." His eyebrows wiggled softly. "Though, something tells me you won't last as long as your boy Zach did."
Justin's face grew serious as Diego let out a soft chuckle. The Foley boy brought his hands to Diego's shoulders and pushed him backwards. Diego landed against the wall, his backpack falling onto the ground, and Justin slipped off his own backpack. Diego grabbed onto Justin and shoved him against the lockers, as Justin gripped onto his letterman jacket, trying to throw the boy off of himself. Justin let out a grunt as he flipped them around, and Diego's back hitting the lockers with a thud. Diego grabbed onto Justin's waist, trying to throw him onto the ground, but a Police Officer had arrived at the scene. "Hey, that's enough! Break it up!" The officer shouted, trying to tear them off of each other. He looked at Justin. "You, back to class." The officer, then, turned to Diego. "You, up against the locker." He shoved Diego against the lockers.
"Me? Why just me?" Diego's eyes widened as he moved forward.
"I said up against the locker!" The officer turned Diego around and pushed his face against the locker.
Justin frowned. "What the fuck, man? We were just talking!"
"I said back to class!" The officer shouted at Justin, grabbing onto Diego's wrists and pulling them behind his back.
