Alright everyone, if I'm going to be honest with you, this might be my favorite chapter I wrote for this. Hope you all like it!

Aggressive
Football tryouts in junior year marked the first time Alby had ever gotten into a fight at school. Well, after tryouts really. It was also how he discovered that when people saw two guys coming out of an empty classroom, having been there for quite a while, they tended to make certain assumptions. And of course, none of these assumptions had been that his best friend had texted him in the middle of a full-scale panic attack to come help him.
He'd done well at tryouts. Apparently, some of the other guys thought he had done a little too well. The way they saw it, he was just out to take their positions. And the thing is with teenagers, when they're angry, nothing is off limits. And that's when the two things came together.
As everyone was in the locker getting ready to leave, one of the players announced, "I'm not sure I'm comfortable having a ho-mo-sex-u-al on the team." He drew the word out and stopped dead in front of Alby.
Alby ignored the petty attempt to offend him. Don't let him get to you, he told himself. You're above that.
A second figure appeared in front of him. "Oh yeah? Who's his guy?"
"That weird blond kid, the one with the accent and the limp. Kinda crazy."
Alby found his voice. "You shut your shuck face about him. He's been through more hell than you ever will." If they wanted to mess with him, fine. His best friend? Not fine.
One of the guys wolf whistled. "Ooh, touchy, aren't we?"
"Hey, he's got to defend his boyfriend," the other one laughed.
"He's not my boyfriend, get it into your thick heads. He's my friend and he needed help." By now, Alby's temper was flaring, and did nothing to help his argument.
"'Help,' sure-" whatever else the guy was going to say was cut off by Alby's fist in his face as his control snapped. The two guys stared in shock for a second, then one of them swung back. Alby sidestepped and the fist hit a locker instead. The kid's face twisted in a mix of anger and pain, and a second later, they were both on him. He ducked one punch and hit back with a couple of his own before he was slammed with a knee to the gut. As he gasped for breath, his vision hazed over and his hearing was replaced with a dull ringing. With a cold, newfound fury, he threw himself back into the fight. Everything seemed like it was happening on autopilot, until he dodged a swing, came up behind the attacker, and shoved him into a bank of lockers. The pained yell of the guy who now had blood streaming from his nose brought him back to his senses.
As did the shouting of the coach, who was standing in the doorway looking positively livid.
Mentally, Alby ran through his entire repertoire of swear words. God, he'd certainly done it now.
Approximately forty minutes later, Alby stalked out of the office, angry and drained. Newt had waited outside for him. He always did, although Alby had no idea where his best friend went after school.
"Well, guess what," Alby announced.
"This sounds bloody wonderful," Newt replied with trepidation, catching the anger in Alby's tone. "What?"
"I'm off the team."
"What the shuck?!"
"Couple of slintheads wanted to start a fight in the locker room. Said some stuff about me, and...about you. Threw a couple punches, kid ended up having his face slammed into a locker, and I've been kicked off the team for being too 'aggressive.'"
"Um...wow."
"Yeah. Shuck-faced slintheads."
Newt turned to face him. "Dude, I don't even care what people say about me anymore. You didn't have to do that."
"You're mighty self-centered if you thought I was doing that for you," Alby replied with a crooked half-smile. "They said some nasty klunk about me, too. They just did it to try to get me kicked off, and I was stupid enough to take the bait."
"Well, I'm sorry, anyway." They walked in silence for a little while.
"I don't regret it, you know," Alby stated. "Maybe I am too aggressive, but there was something...satisfying about it all."
Newt laughed a little at that. "You're a bloody psycho alright, but you're also my best friend, and that's got to count for something, too."
"Oh, because the word of the resident crazy kid counts for so much."
"Watch it, or I'll take back the nice things I just said about you."
"Shucking terrified now, for sure," Alby chuckled. "Anyway, I've got to get home. My parents are going to flip. Did I mention I'm suspended for more than a week as well? And I got off easy, too."
"Bloody hell, what'd you do the poor kids?"
Alby just grinned, and they walked the rest of the way home in quiet, except the occasional attempt to push each other off the sidewalk.

Hope you guys liked this chapter. It's probably going to be the last one, unless I think of another character I want to do a chapter on. I hope you all liked this little miniseries thing, and I would love to see you all soon when I start putting out my longer fanfic (theoretically soon, at least...) Thanks for reading, please review!