Sorry for the very long delay, but enjoy this chapter.

I'm a rude awakener, so the next morning my eyes shot open pretty quickly. Normally when I woke up I'd get out of bed and stumble over to the bathroom to take a leak…but not this particular morning. No, no.

Why? Because that morning I woke up with a naked girl cuddling against me. I'd had many girls curdled up against me after sex, but this one was special. It was Princess. Sure, the sex itself was kinda awkward, since it was her first time, but Goddamn it…it was just perfect. Even if it wasn't physically the best I'd ever had, it was still the best because of how I felt about it.

It was the first time there was any real emotion for me in it and well, this costs me a big fucking deal to admit but…it had been perfect because while we were doing it, I could see Courtney's ecstatic, frenzied yet loving face beneath me and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. There I said it…no further comments.

Anyway, I woke up with Princess cuddling against me, pressing her body again mine and resting her head next to my shoulder. She had a bright smile on her lips as she slept, which was rare, she normally had no expression while sleeping. That helped boost my ego, since I figured she was probably re-living the previous night in her head. Oh yeah.

She blinked slightly and I could tell she was waking up.

"Good morning, Sunshine." I told her, cockily and teasingly.

"Morning, Dunkie." She answered, just as playful.

She hoisted herself on her arm and kissed my lips gently. I returned the gesture and we kissed briefly before she plopped herself back down on the bed.

"I'm so tired." Princess said. "I just wanna lie down here all day…"

"What about your daily hour and a half morning jog?" I asked, playfully.

"Forget it." Courtney said.

"…And school?"

"It's Saturday, Duncan." She said, giggling.

"Really?"

Princess nodded.

"Crap, I've really lost track of time while I was out of school." I groaned in realization.

"Oh, poor Dunkie misses the school." Princess told me in a mock sorrowful voice.

"Shut up, I do not." I told her.

"We will still have to find a way to get you back into it, though." She said, leaning in.

"Whatever." I concluded before kissing her.

The kiss started out softly, but began to build up as the seconds rolled and I'm pretty sure it would have led to a quickie had this not happened:

"Courtney! Courtney! Courtney!" Malibu screamed as she and Geoff burst into the room.

As soon as they saw us lying there naked, Malibu stopped talking and averted her eyes and as soon as we realized they were looking for us, Princess lashed out for the blanket and tried to cover up the both of us.

"Oh my God! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Bridgette exclaimed as she backed out of the room. "We'll wait until you get dressed, but we have something urgent to tell you."

"Score dude!" Geoff exclaimed as he left the room and gave me the thumbs up with the hand he wasn't using to cover his eyes.

"Thanks dude!" I answered before Courtney punched me in the shoulder.

"What?"

She gave me her usual death glare.

"Get dressed." She ordered.

"Sir, yes sir!" I replied in a stereotypical military fashion.

We got changed pretty quickly since Princess rejected my idea of a quickie because those two bastard party poopers were outside. When we stepped outside, Malibu was still a fucking fire truck.

"I'm sorry Courtney; I didn't know you had company." Bridgette said, almost ashamed that she'd seen us naked.

The only time she'd been that red was the time when I walked in on her and Geoff doing it. Seriously, she blushed every time she saw me for a week after that.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" Geoff exclaimed. "Guys, mayhem!"

"What?"

"A riot." Malibu said. "A riot in the school. Everybody's been beating the crap out of each other for hours now and they're not showing signs of stopping any time soon."

"Seriously?" I asked.

I was pretty shocked, I mean I knew that place was violent but to be violent and start a school-wide riot is a different story.

"Yeah and the police can't intervene because everybody in it is underage." Malibu said. "The teachers all got captured and are locked up in their lounge and there's a ton of injured kids. It's a disaster! If we don't stop this then it's going to end horribly!"

"Well, how do we stop it?" Princess asked.

"We have no clue." Malibu said.

"OK, do we have anybody else who can help us?" Princess asked.

"Maybe." Geoff said.

"OK, you guys try to find some of our allies while Duncan and I think of what to do." Princess said.

"OK guys."

Princess and I made it to the back of the school. There was an old steel gate at the back of the school near the faculty parking lot, which was reinforced with barbed wire, but that had a section missing so you could easily climb over it.

There we found Geoff and Bridgette waiting for us with a little bit of back-up…And with a little bit I mean a little very little. It was only Noah, Owen and DJ.

"These are all the guys you could get?" I asked, earning a jab from Princess, who told me not to be rude.

"It was all the people we could find outside the riot." Malibu claimed.

"Plus, in case you didn't notice…not too many people like you around here anymore." Noah said.

"OK, so what's the plan?" Geoff asked.

"The plan is simple." Princess began. "If you shoot the head the rest of the body goes down with it. So all we have to do is take down every clique leader and their underlings will surrender soon enough as well."

"OK, but who goes after whom?" DJ asked.

"Noah will go after Alejandro, Owen after Harold, DJ after Tyler, Geoff after Trent and Duncan and I after Ezekiel." Princess explained.

"What about me?" Malibu asked.

"You're not much of a fighter, Bridgette." Princess pointed out.

"Yes, I am."

Princess walked up to Malibu and punched her not too harshly on the shoulder. However, Malibu still groaned in pain too loudly considering the slight punch she'd received.

"Again…No, you're not."

"OK."

"Since you can't fight, try to make peace between the kids fighting in the campus. You're a well-liked girl, so no one will attack you." Princess explained.

"That's reassuring." Malibu said, half-sarcastically.

"Wait, why do I have to go after Alejandro?" Noah complained. "He's twice my size. Why can't I go after Harold and Owen after Alejandro?"

"Because Owen doesn't know how to fight if you don't boss him around." Princess told him. "We figure he can take Harold alone because Harold's a wimp."

"Can't we both go after Alejandro and Harold?" Owen asked. "I don't want to leave my Little Buddy Noah alone."

"Fine." Princess and I told him in unison.

"Yay!"

The fat guy proceeded to pull Noah into a hug so tight I could practically see the dork's eyes starting to pop out of his skull. Owen let him go and then the dork reached behind a nearby shrub and pulled out a paintball gun.

"What are you doing with that, dude?" Geoff asked.

"If I'm going to take on a gang of boxing trained psychopaths twice my size, I might as well be prepared." The dork explained.

"Fair enough." Princess said. "Let's move in."

So we did. We all made our way over the hole in the barbed wire fence and jumped off in the other side, scattering towards the places were we assumed the guys we were supposed to take on were.

The way to the Prep dorm was hard. Since many people didn't like me, I had to shoot my way across a lot of people. Luckily Owen was there to knock most of the guys we came across aside, or else I'd have run out of ammo before we even made it to the dorm. We had to make it past the battle front and for some reason, there was also a set of the school's high-jump mats partially blocking the pathway to the crossroad where you could either access the gym area, the shop area or the prep dorm. Behind the high-jump mats were two unconscious school hockey players. Whoever had knocked them out made our job of getting to the prep dorm easier.

The dorm looked pretty much like how it had always looked. Pretentious and ominous, like most of us the preps were. Of course, by then I had realized that I had been very…unpleasant when I was with the preps but it still didn't change how much of an idiot I had been previously. Fortunately I was about to make up for it by taking down the biggest unpleasant, pretentious, idiotic prick I knew…Alejandro.

However, at the time there was a whole army of pretentious, haughty minions standing between him and me. No big problem, but still, a nuisance.

Owen and I stood behind a statue of Nero in the front courtyard that led to the entrance of the dorm. The front door was being guarded by Carver Wellignton-Pinshcer III, or as we called him in the dorm, Ginger Pinscher. He was a tall, bulky and thickheaded boxing club member who despite having the build of a boxer, had the boxing skill of a sack of potatoes because of his very, very, very slow reaction time. As his nickname suggested, he was also a ginger…and a very ugly one for that matter.

"Hey Ginger!" I yelled to him as Owen and I got out of our hiding spot behind the statue and began to approach him. "I am going to shot you in the face with this paintball gun."

"What?"

Taking advantage of his very slow reaction time, I did what I said I would do and shot him five times in the face. The paint got into his eyes and stung him badly.

"Owen, assault maneuver 39 Tango." I told my Chubby Buddy.

"Yes sir, Little Buddy, sir." Owen exclaimed.

Owen bolted forward towards Ginger Pinscher and bodyslammed him against the door, knocking it open and falling into the dorm. Pinscher fell to the floor and Owen landed on top of him with great force, crushing him. I made my way into the small entrance hall that followed the main door and helped Owen get off the unconscious Pinscher before facing the great door that led into the actual entrance to the dorm.

"Where do you think Alejandro is?" Owen asked me.

"I don't have a clue." I told him. "Guess we're going to have to extract that knowledge from one of his goons."

"Don't we need surgical tools for that?" Owen asked, confused.

Sometimes I wonder how we became friends.

"You don't extract information with surgery, Owen." I told him, dumbfounded. "You do it with threats."

"Ooooh."

"Right. Let's just get to work."

I kicked the entrance door open to show five preps that were unknown to me in the room. What? You can't expect me to know the names of every fool who worked for me. Especially when most of the kids who worked for me back then were so intellectually petty that they provided no interesting reason for me to recall them.

"Well, look who's here." One of them commented. "Our former boss."

"How nice of you to come back." Another said, condescendingly.

That really infuriated me. An inferior Scotthead like him, talking to me like that. Allowing him not time to make another remark, I shot him in the face with the paintball gun that they clearly did not notice I was carrying, since they were shocked when I shot that guy.

"I have no time for your folly." I told them. "Where's Alejandro?"

"Fucker." The guy I shot groaned, rubbing some paint off his face. "I'm gonna fucking kill you."

"Shut up…you." I told him, hesitating at his name.

"Jesus, he doesn't even know my name." The guy groaned.

"I don't know any of your names. I have no time to know about every stooge that does my bidding." I told them, now trying to provoke them further.

"That's it!" One of them yelled. "I've always hated this guy anyway!"

The stooge began to charge towards me without thinking, which was a fatal mistake since I was able to shoot him in the chest three times between the time he started running and the time that he got close to me. When he actually got close to me, he was so distracted by the three shots in his chest that he wasn't able to dodge the blow I delivered to his knee cap with the butt of my paintball gun. Then a simple kick in the gut put that guy out of commission.

I looked up to my right to see Owen doing a 39 Tango on one of the guy, bodyslamming him against a wall, before grabbing two of the other guys and slamming their heads together repeatedly. Unfortunately, I got distracted with Owen and didn't see the fifth guy come at me until he tackled me to the floor, slamming my head against the wooden ground so hard, it left me stunned for a few seconds.

I looked up to see the guy raising his fist to punch me, probably in the face, but got saved by Owen, who lifted the guy off me and after swinging him around by the waist three times, threw him across the room.

"Thanks Buddy." I told Owen after he helped me up.

"No problem, Little Buddy." He told me, smiling.

I picked up my paintball guy and walked over to the stooge who tackled me. He was lying on the floor and clutching his shoulder in pain. He was pretty distracted until I pressed the barrel of my paintball gun against his nose.

"OK jerk, where's Alejandro?" I asked.

"In the terrace next to the third floor games room." The guy answered. "He's got heavy security on that floor, but not on the others that lead to it."

"Great." I said before shooting him on the nose, extracting a yelp of pain from him.

I turned to the set of stairs in the room that led to a door that led to the second floor billiards room and began to go up said stairs.

"Did you need to shoot that last guy, Noah? It was kinda mean." Owen told me while we went up the stairs.

"They were kinda mean when they overthrew me." I answered.

"Oh, right."

We burst in through the doors to the billiards room. Luckily, it was emptier than the room before, but it still had two prep goons in it, playing billiards. Two prep goons playing billiards and armed with billiards sticks. These two I knew; they were Ethan Harrison-Lloyd and Christian Elbridge.

"Noah?" Ethan exclaimed in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to take back my clique." I said, hosting up my paintball gun.

The two got away from the billiards table and approached us.

"Oh, are you?" Christian asked, rhetorically. "Well, we think that things are better with Alejandro. So we can't let you do that."

I raised my paintball gun to shoot him but he smacked the rifle off my hands and then slapped my hand away with the stick. When I tried again, he did it again and then again and again.

"Will you stop hitting me with that damn billiards stick?" I yelled at him.

"Hey retard, it's a pool stick." Ethan told me.

"Were you playing pool or billiards?" I asked him.

"Billiards."

"Then it's a billiards stick."

"I don't think the name changes with the game…" Ethan said.

"Maybe it does." Christian suggested.

"How so?"

While they were distracted, I reached for my paintball gun and then shot Ethan in the neck. He recoiled backwards in pain and Owen shot for him while I turned to Christian. He immediately slapped the gun away from my hand with the billiards stick and then struck me in the chest with it when I lunged for it. I recoiled back in pain and found myself next to the rack where they kept the billiards balls. Thinking quickly, I snatched one from the rack and flung it at Christian's leg, hitting him right above the knee. While he clutched his leg in pain I bolted for him and grabbed the billiards stick, which I then pushed upward to hit Christian in the face and make him let go of it. While he was stunned by the blow to the face, I hit him with the stick in the other knee, which knocked him to the floor.

Acting quickly, I ran towards Ethan, who was choking Owen with his billiards stick. I smacked Ethan in his lower back with the stick and then when he let go of Owen, I slammed the butt of the stick into his gut.

I turned around to see Christian bolting towards Owen; however, my fat buddy turned around just in time and caught the prep goon between his arms.

"Owen, maneuver 13 Whisky." I told him.

Owen nodded and then stuck out his knee before throwing Christian down onto it on his gut, slamming his stomach so hard into his knee that it made Chris puke on the spot. Luckily he didn't puke on Owen.

"That is so cool." My Chubby Buddy giggled at Christian's barfing.

Christian choked out a word that I think was an expletive, but was too incoherent and inaudible to actually identify as such. I turned to see that Ethan was getting up again, an action which I promptly punished by smacking Ethan in the lower leg with the billiards stick, knocking him back down before slamming the butt of my billiards stick into the top-back of his head.

After ensuring that both Christian and Ethan were out of the game, I dropped my stick and realized that I was sweating and hyperventilating. What do you expect? I was a lazy, squalid teenager who didn't enjoy moving and such things. It was the most movement I'd done in a long, long time.

"Are you OK, Little Buddy?" Owen asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Just give me a minute." I told him.

I caught my breath and then slowly made my way over to the glass door that led to the terrace. From the terrace we could enter the greenhouse and from the greenhouse we could get access to the third floor video game room. I tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"Great, it's locked." I groaned.

"Think we can bust through it?" Owen asked, scratching his four chins.

"We can if we want to get badly cut up." I told him.

"We could throw something through it. But it would have to be big."

I looked around.

"Something…or someone." I pointed out.

"Guys…I don't like this idea." Ethan groaned as Owen and I hoisted him up and pointed him at the door.

"Battering rams don't talk Ethan." I said.

"Oh, OK."

Owen and I charged forward while holding Ethan, whom we threw across the air and through the glass door, shattering it and letting us through.

"Let's go, Owen." I told my chubby friend as I made my way through the smashed glass door.

"Thanks for the help Ethan." Owen said, waving at the injured prep lying on the floor.

"You're gelcome, wuys." The stunned Ethan replied.

As we made our way through the outdoor terrace, I noticed something strange. There were suits of armor placed in front of large gaps in the marble railing that bordered the terrace. Formerly there was nothing there, just the marble railing, but now chunks of the railing had been removed and replaced with very ugly, very tasteless and very out of place suits of armor mounted on top of wooden pedestals. Not only were they very unfitting with the rest of the neoclassic Greco-roman decorations of most of the dorm, but those medieval suits of armor were also a hazard because if they fell backwards through the gaps in the railings, they could crush somebody below.

That just went on to show me how awry things had gotten since I had gone and Alejandro had seized power. Of course, such faults would be corrected as soon as I took back my rightful place at top the prep clique.

"I hate those suits of armor." I growled. "Plus, they look like they could fall if you kick them."

"What? No? They look pretty sturdy." Owen told me.

"I don't think so Owen." I told my Chubby Buddy.

"Wanna test it?" He asked.

"Don't think we have time, Owen." I said. "Let's move on."

Luckily, the door to the greenhouse was open, so we didn't need to use Ethan again. It was clear because of their discoloring that the plants in the greenhouse had not been properly taken care of since I'd left. Alejandro had really let things slip down.

We made our way up the stairs that led to the third floor and got inside. We were in a small hallway, at the end of which was the third floor games' room, after which was the terrace where Alejandro was supposedly hiding. As long as the jerk I didn't know hadn't lied to us, that's where it would all end.

Owen and I walked down the hallway, almost tiptoeing to make the least noise possible in case some prep guards on the rooms behind the doors heard them. Surprisingly, nobody tried to stop us and we made it to the big door that led to the games' room.

"Guess that prep was wrong." I told Owen. "There's no security here."

My fat friend gently pushed open the door that led into the games' room and I immediately stood corrected. Twelve prep guards were standing around, playing video games, pool, darts and such activities before they looked up at us and grinned maliciously.

"Well, well, look who's here." One of them said.

"I already had this dialogue with another group of my former underlings whose names I didn't remember downstairs." I told them, using my most sardonic voice. "Now just let me step over to Alejandro and finish this."

"You were always a cocky jerk." One of those fools said.

"Plus, he doesn't know our names! Even more jerkish!"

"I say we teach the old boss a lesson!"

"Let's finish him!"

"Noah, you have to go get Al. I'll handle these guys for you." Owen told me while the other prep spoke.

"What? I can't leave you alone with all of them!"

"Don't worry about me. I can take them. I'll cause a distraction and you slide over to that door and go after Al while I handle them."

I pondered it over for a second, but seeing as the jerks were already charging for us, I agreed.

"Thanks, buddy. I owe you one." I told Owen, sincerely grateful possibly for the first time in my life.

"You're welcome, Little Buddy. Now cover your nose!"

"What?"

Owen turned around and bent over, his butt pointing at the oncoming preps. Realizing what he was about to do, I covered my nose and closed my eyes until I heard the noise.

The noise of the biggest and most powerful fart ever released.

The cloud of green gas burst out of Owen's butt-cheeks and flooded the room, stunning the oncoming preps. They covered their noses and mouths while they closed their eyes and fell to the floor, choking and gasping in pain. I took this advantage and ran for the large door to the terrace. I swung the door open and stepped out.

The third floor games' room terrace was, aside from the one on the second floor that had the pool in it, the biggest terrace in the whole prep dorm. It wasn't very furnished though, having only four sunbathing chairs, potted plants fitted into those rectangular pots that fit two plants bordering the sides and now those stupid and clashing suits of armor that were facing backwards to the abyss. Not only that, but also these suits of armor were still attached to the metal chords with the hooks at each end that were used to crane lift them into the building; one hook was strapped to the torso of each armor and the other was just hanging loose and untied, lying on the floor of the terrace.

However…the terrace was empty.

At least I thought so until I turned around and saw Alejandro dropping on top of me after jumping off the frame of the terrace's door. My head slammed against the concrete terrace floor, which hurt like hell and was made even worse by the fact that Alejandro landed on top off me half a second afterwards.

The treacherous swine straddled me by the abdomen and pinned my arms to the ground with his hands. After he'd landed on top of me I'd let go of my paintball gun and it had fallen outside of my current reach while he held me down.

"You actually thought you could come all the way here and actually beat me?" Alejandro spat out at me, breathing heavily and clearly furious.

"I knew." I told him.

"Well, you clearly were wrong, amigo." He growled.

"Was I?"

While the buffoon was distracted, I swung my knee up with all my might, striking him right in the center of the absurdly tight crotch of his ludicrously tight pants. He winced in pain and I took the advantage to force my arms away from his and then shove him to the side. I quickly got up and was prepared to kick the villainy out of him, but when I turned around to face him he was already getting up and putting up a fighting stance.

"How did you get up so fast? I slammed my knee in the prime spot of pain." I exclaimed, rather unpleasantly surprised.

"Have you seen how tight my pants are?" He asked, rhetorical and cocky. "After wearing these continually for years, I can't feel anything down there."

"Won't that cause problems when attempting intercourse?" I asked, actually curious.

"Well yes, wearing these pants did leave me partially impotent…but that's why I'm taking control of the school. Overcompensation, you know?" He answered.

"I understand." I told him.

Then he swung at me with his right arm, but I slipped under his arm and dodged the blow. After that, he swung his left leg backwards in a spinning kick to try and hit me, but I was too far to the right for him to hit me. After that swing kick, he landed back in a combat stance facing me and he tried to charge punch me. This time I dodged by leaping forward and downwards, diving between his legs and sliding right under him to dodge. I accidentally hooked my foot on his left leg while he was raising his right one, unintentionally pulling out his only standing limb and tripping him face first onto the concrete floor.

After I pulled myself up and noticed how he'd fallen I chuckled derisively.

"I always figured that a slippery snake in the grass would have to worry about not slipping and falling." I quipped.

As I chuckled, he spun his head around and looked at me with an uncharacteristically ferocious glare. I choked on my cunning words as he kicked his feet off the ground and using only his arms he pushed himself into the air, did a series of physics defying air flips and then landed standing straight and facing me up close.

"How did y…"

Before I could finish he'd struck me across the cheek and knocked me to the ground. I groaned in pain and held my affected cheek as he stood over me.

"¿Simplemente no podías quedarte afuera, no, boludo?" He growled at me, something that I could not comprehend because of my limited understanding of Spanish.

I looked up at him in befuddlement and pain which made him realize he'd blasted out in his other tongue.

"You just couldn't stay out of it, you stupid bastard? Couldn't you?" He growled.

He began to slowly and menacingly walk towards me, prompting me to try to drag myself away in panic. For the first time in my life, I was really starting to think I was outmatched.

"I just don't understand why petty people like you never realize how weak they are! You don't get it! You're not meant to have power; you're just a weak, little dork with no aspirations, no personality and no brains to match his ego!" He yelled as I backed off. "And you know what's worse! Somehow these idiots respect you more than me. You know how many coup attempts I had to deal with since I kicked you out? Nine! In one week! You only had to deal with one in three years! Not only that, but almost half of the preps wanted you back! Why? How could they respect a little shit like you as a leader more than me! How?"

As I backed away in terror, I accidentally nudged something with the back of my hand. Looking at it from the back of my eye, I saw what it was. My paintball gun. I carefully wrapped my hand around the handle and swung it upwards to aim it at Alejandro.

The brief lapse of victory ended when Alejandro smacked the gun out of my hand with a closed fist blow to it.

"No more tricky gun shit. Now it's a man to man fight." He growled.

Alejandro grabbed me by the collar of my sweater vest and then flung me across the terrace. I held my shoulder and yelled in pain as I tried to get up, something I couldn't accomplish, since Alejandro had rushed at me again and shoved me to the floor once more before picking me up and hurling me across the air once again.

I yelled again as my head was slammed against the railing on the back edge of the terrace. I could hear Alejandro laugh angrily at my suffering as I got up and tried to regain my balance, since the blow to the head had stunned me. As I trundled forward to get away from the railing, due to my misplaced balance, I tripped and fell over myself, accidentally banging my head against some sort of small metallic object. I opened my eyes to look at it and when my vision focused, I saw it was some sort of metallic clip. It was the hook clip from the ropes that were attached to the large suits of armor.

As I looked at it up close, I got an idea and suddenly my confidence was back as I figured how to beat the pompous Spaniard Judas I was currently engaged in battle with. All I needed was for him to get up close.

As if on cue, I saw his foot appear in my field of vision. As he hoisted me into the air once again, I took hold of the metallic hook, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Now, I'm done tossing you around. I am going to beat you until you don't look like anything that exists and I hope that after that happens, you'll finally understand that dorks like you don't get to be in charge." He told me, heaving.

"OK, but before that…can you settle a doubt for me?" I asked.

I clipped the hook on.

"What?"

Taking my shot, I spat in Alejandro's face. He let go of me and wiped his face while he cursed in anger. Quickly, I rushed towards the edge of the terrace, where one of the suits of armor was. I turned to Alejandro just as he turned to me and prepared to charge at me.

"Do you think that if I kick this suit of armor, it'll fall?" I asked.

Alejandro looked at me in puzzlement as I signaled his waist. He looked down and realized that I had clipped the hook of the elastic rope attached to the suit of armor onto his belt. I smiled wickedly and before he could react, I kicked the suit of armor with all my strength, knocking it off its balanced edge and making it plummet off the balcony.

Alejandro looked at the armor fall off the terrace and he yelped in dread as the elastic rope stretched and fell with it. Finally, the rope tensed and Alejandro screamed as he was knocked off his feet and dragged towards the edge by the falling statue.

However, as I had predicted, he was topped from falling by the suit's pedestal, which was fastened to the floor by concrete. When he realized he wasn't falling to his death, the jerk sighed and tried to unclip the hook from his belt. Since I couldn't let him get free, I placed my hands under his back and hoisted him up a little.

"What are you doing?" He screamed in panic. "You're gonna kill me!"

"Well, I can't let you get out so easily. I'd rather maim you." I said, hoisting him up a little further, not really seeking to throw him off but just to scare him.

"No, no wait! Stop!" He screamed in terror.

"What do I get out of that?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"I'll let you take back the preps! You can be in charge again!"

"Not enough. You also have to move out of the prep dorm." I told him.

"Fine! I'll do it!"

"…And you'll have to pay me a thousand dollars."

"A thousand!"

"That's pocket money to you."

"I know, but still!"

I hoisted him up a little more to scare him.

"OK! OK! A THOUSAND DOLLARS, JUST DON'T KILL ME!"

"OK, but first I have to make sure that you really learn your lesson. So, I'll take you advise and beat you until you look like something that doesn't exist."

In the following five minutes, I proceeded to ruthlessly kick, punch, stomp, knee and overall assault Alejandro until both his eyes were black, his nose was bleeding, he had multiple bruises and cuts on his arms and face and I'm pretty sure he also had a broken bone or two. I undid the hook and he slumped on the floor just before the suit of armor crashed into the ground below. He moaned in pain upon slumping on the floor, making me snicker.

Just to be sure that his humiliation was definitive I picked up my paintball gun and gave him a single, point blank range shot in the throat.

"Now you can't even talk the talk anymore."

Then an explosion. The terrace doors were blown off their hinges by a giant burst of fire that tore into the balcony from the room behind those doors. Startled by the blast, I fell to the floor as three moderately burnt but not gravely injured preps landed near me.

"I told you to put down that oven lighter. My gas is really flammable." Owen said as he stepped out of the room, talking to somebody inside of it.

He then turned around and saw me lying on the ground. He rushed over to me.

"Noah! Are you OK, Little Buddy?" He asked in terror.

"Yes. What happened in there?"

"Well, I told that tall guy to watch out with the oven lighter he was trying to attack me with since there was still a lot of my fart gas in the room but he wouldn't listen." He told me.

"You know Owen, if you'd been around during World War II, the U.S. Government would have never needed to hire J. Robert Oppenheimer." I told him.

Owen giggled.

"I don't know what that means, but it sounded so funny." He laughed.

I don't know what was it about him , but Owen was always the person you had to turn to in order to turn the tensest, darkest moment into a lighthearted one. Example, we were both near the unconscious bodies of several bruised and bloodied teens we'd just mercilessly beaten up and there were some fires burning away at pieces of the terrace. If the camera were to have panned away from us and up into the sky while showing us standing around the balcony and laughing with the bodies and the fires nearby it would have seemed like the final shot of a very mediocre nineteen-eighties action film.

"You always know what to say, Chubby Buddy." I told him, snickering slightly myself. "Now come on, let's get out of here."

Now, I've always been a pacifist.

So when the riot broke out in the school and Duncan told me to go beat up my former best friend Tyler, it's understandable that I was a little nervous.

I figured out that Tyler must have been in the football field behind the bleachers, because whenever something happened that scared him (whether it is a vicious fight with a guy he beat for the position of football captain or a really big ladybug crawling near him), he always hid behind the bleachers in the football field. It was likely that a huge school-wide fight was somethin' that scared him so I assumed he was hidin' at the football field.

"We're never gonna break through the barricade, Commander!" A nerd yelled. "We have to retreat!"

"Never!" Harold yelled back. "If we don't get them now, we'll never do it again!"

As I was makin' my way to the football field, I saw that it wouldn't be as easy as I thought to get there, since the whole thing had become an actual war zone. A barricade made of high jump landin' mats had been set-up, blockin' the access to the sports area of the school campus and two members of the school's ice-hockey team whose faces I couldn't quite make-out from afar were holdin' the barricade by throwing hockey pucks at whoever came close. Also, a battalion of twenty members of the nerd clique were surroundin' the barricade, hidin' behind trash-cans, low walls and other things while they used special guns to shoot something at the barricade.

The nerd leader, Harold, was at the back of the attackin' nerd formation, hidin' behind a knocked over iron trash can. He was wearin' a gold colored shirt with a weird logo over the heart and some black pants.

"Harold, what's goin' on?" I asked.

"We're taking down Tyler and his oppressive jock rule once and for all!" Harold yelled.

Suddenly, a puck bounced off the top of the trash-can, nearly hittin' Harold.

"Idiots!" He yelled before getting' up and shootin' something' at the barricade.

"What are you shootin'?" I asked.

"Stink bombs." He answered.

"Look, I gotta take down Tyler too. Let's work together to finish this!" I told him.

"OK, if you get us through this barricade, we'll help you with anything!"

I looked up from my hidin' spot and saw that things were tough. The two hockey team guys behind the barricade had ammo for hours, so there was no way of getting' through them without gettin' severely injured, at least not with a frontward attack. Then I got an idea.

"OK Harold, I got a plan, but you're gonna have to play along with me."

"OK."

I lifted Harold up on my shoulders and then yelled.

"Yo nerds, I got your leader! Let me through or I'll slam his ass into the ground!" I threatened.

The nerds looked at me in shock and remained motionless, meanwhile, the two hockey team members cheered.

"DJ? Way to go, dude! We knew you'd come back to play for the right team sooner or later! Bring that dorkwad over here!" One of them exclaimed.

Holdin' Harold up, I made my way towards the barricade, lookin' backwards to make sure nobody tried to shoot me. After I made it to the barricade, I set Harold down on the other side and leaped over the blockin'.

"OK DJ, now what do we do with him?" The other hockey guy asked.

"I'll tell ya." I said.

I quickly pulled off both guys' helmets and before they could react I grabbed their heads and smashed them together with all my might, knockin' them both out. I quickly moved over to the barricade and moved the high jump mats that formed it to the side, clearin' a path for the nerds to come through it.

"Alright guys, the coast is clear! Come on!"

At first, the nerds seemed surprised that I was helpin' them and after some hesitation they came through the barricade.

"Alright guys, this is DJ. He's on our side." Harold explained.

He grunted.

"Gosh, did you have to set me down so hard on the ground?" Harold groaned as he rubbed his pained elbow.

"Sorry, dude."

"Let's move forward." Harold said.

We charged forward through the small path that led to the school gym area, passin' by the crossroad that split into the prep dorm, the shop area and the gym area. A crossroad at the center of which was the school statue, which was that of the school mascot (Beavis the Beaver), chewin' at a severed human leg. I always found that statue creepy.

"What are you wearin'?" I asked Harold as we ran.

"A Star Trek U.S. Enterprise golden commander jacket." Harold answered. "All the other troops are wearing red cadet jackets."

It's true, they were. Sometimes I just don't get nerds.

Once we got to the school gym area…we were surprised to find it very empty. The courtyard was empty, so was the gym and so was the pool.

"OK, let's move on." Harold said.

As he stepped forward, a tennis ball hit his foot.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, a football nailed another nerd in the face and knocked him down, but not out. Then a volleyball hit another nerd in the face and this time it did knock him out. Suddenly, fifteen jocks of different school teams emerged from the bushes, holding hockey sticks and different sports balls.

"It's a trap!" Harold yelled.

I recognized all of them; they were some of my former friends. Bill Riles, Steven Harris, Michael Caboose, Ricky Johnson, Leonard Church, JR Peters…I knew them all.

"Well DJ, we knew that you'd switched over to that dick Duncan's side…but we never figured you hung around with nerds." Steven said.

"Not cool, dude." Church said.

"I'm just here to stop Tyler. He's gone too far guys." I said.

"Well, you ain't going nowhere." Bill said.

"Yes, you're not going nowhere. Which means you're going somewhere, which is fun because travelling is always cool…especially if you do it with friends." Caboose said. "I like to travel with Church because he's my best friend."

"Caboose shut the fuck up!" Church yelled.

Suddenly, a stink bomb hit Church in the forehead, knockin' him down.

"Hrrk blarg." He groaned as he passed out.

"DJ, go get Tyler." Harold said. "We'll hold them off."

"OK!"

I bolted out of the war zone as the nerds and my former friend jocks began to beat each other mercilessly. Swallowin' the guilt as I left them to their luck, I entered the football field. As I had predicted, Tyler was there, sittin' on the bleachers with thereof my old friends from the football team, Phil, Scott and Lightning.

"You think that those guys out there are gonna get to me?" I could hear Tyler say.

"Nah, our guys out there are holding the fort just alright." Lightning said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Phil assured.

Then Tyler looked up and saw me.

"DJ, how are you, man?" Tyler asked, truly happy to see me. "Did you come here to help us out against those nerds?"

"Afraid not, Tyler." I said, actually saddened that Tyler had been so happy, because he was about to be disappointed.

After I said that, Tyler realized why I was actually here.

"Oh." He sighed in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, man; but I gotta do this." I told him.

"Yeah, I guess. But you do understand that now we have to kick your ass, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you do."

"I'm sorry, man. I really wish we didn't have to."

"Nah, nah, it's cool. I get it, but I am gonna have to fight back, you know?"

"Yeah but don't worry, I understand. It's something you have to…"

"Boss, can we just kick his ass already?" Phil asked, annoyed.

"Sure, go ahead." Tyler said, groanin'.

Lightning, Scott and Phil got off the bleachers and began to approach me, stereotypically crackin' their knuckles. As Lightning cracked his neck, Phil and Scott charged at me while shoutin' in aggression. They were comin' at me fast, with Scott ahead of Phil; as soon as Scott was close enough to tackle me, I leaped to the side, dodgin' him and gettin' right in line to throw an upward hook straight at Phil's chin, smashin' it and knockin' him off his feet.

As soon as Phil had crash landed I turned around and began to charge at Scott, who had just stopped and turned around to face me. Since he didn't react fast enough, I was able to grab him and lift him off the air with a tackle, throwing him a couple of feet across the air and on his back to the ground. Before he could get up again, I charged at Scott and kicked him in the face, puttin' him out of commission.

I fell to the floor as Lightning tackled me from behind and fell on top of me. He rolled off me and quickly got up before kickin' me onto my back. Before he could kick me again, I kicked him instead in the belly, knockin' him backwards and givin' me the chance to get up. I charged at Lighting and we both caught each other in our tackle, our heads and shoulders locked together, with both of us tryin' to push the other backwards.

Luckily, since I was bigger than him, I managed to shove him until he lost his balance and fell backwards. Takin' this chance I grabbed Lightning by the collar of his jersey and swung him off his feet, throwin' him a few feet forward. Before he could get up I did the same again and again six times until he was heavily bruised due to being thrown across the air. Then I hoisted him up by his collar and took him into a headlock before slammin' my knee into his face, which knocked him out entirely.

After I dropped Lightning to the floor, I paused to breathe in deeply and realized just how good the sensation of bein' in a fight felt. Sensin' a violent thought comin' into my head, I quickly did what my momma always told me to do in that situation and thought about cute bunny rabbits strolling across a meadow to make the bad thoughts go away.

"OK Tyler, now it's just…"

Before I could finish the sentence, I felt a ball slam into the back of my head, makin' me cry out in pain. I turned around and saw that the guy who had thrown the ball was…well, nobody I knew by name…it was some guy in the Beavis the Beaver school mascot costume. The same one that Duncan had worn when he fought off Tyler the first time.

"Hey mama's boy, why don't you take on somebody your own size?" The Beaver yelled.

"You're like half my size!" I told him.

"I'm still gonna kick your ass!" He screamed.

The Beaver launched a very shrill battle cry and came chargin' at me. When he got close, I stuck my hand out and caught his head with it, keepin' him from movin' forward.

"I think you should leave before I gotta…"

Before I could finish, the Beaver spun around and slapped my hand off with his tail really hard. It actually hurt. Before my first groan of pain was out of my mouth he'd slapped me with his tail again, only this time right across the face, which knocked me down to the floor in surprise and pain.

"Not so tough, aren't ya, ya big prick!" The Beaver yelled.

In a surprising attack, The Beaver leaped on top of my chest. I coughed in pain at the very painful blow I'd just been dealt. I tried to get up, but the Beaver slapped me across the face with the tail again.

"You suck, DJ! Big momma's boy!" The Beaver yelled, confidently.

In a habit that I'm sure he picked up on bein' the mascot, The Beaver began to dance around me, leavin' himself open. I got up and walked over to him, tryin' to make little noise to he wouldn't notice me behind him. When I was close, I punched him in the back of the head, knockin' him down.

I was gonna punch him while he was down, but he was quicker than me and swung around, slappin' me with the tail again. Since I knew I was screwed if I fell again, I did the best I could to retain my balance and managed to keep my footin'. He clearly wasn't expectin' me to stay on my feet, since he stopped his charge dead on his tracks when he noticed I wasn't fallin' down again. I charged at the Beaver and hoisted him up onto the air with a tackle, throwin' him about two meters across the field.

Before he could get up again, I picked him up from the floor and swung him round again, this time I swung in circles three times before throwin' him. He yelled as he covered a ten meter stretch before hittin' the ground face first. I ran for the Beaver and stepped on his tail, so when he got up I shoved him forwards, causin' the tail (and therefore his main weapon) to tear off the costume. When he heard the tearin' noise, the Beaver turned to look at his own butt and saw that he was totally disarmed.

He looked at me and I punched him in the face, knockin' him out.

I turned to Tyler.

"OK, I surrender." He said, raisin' up his arms.

"Cool, now let's go tell your guys to stop fightin'." I told him.

"Sure."

Tyler lowered his arms and came along with me.

"Hey, after all of this is done, do you wanna go grab a burger?" He asked me.

"Sure."

My momma always told me that good friends forgive each other for anythin', but I never figured it was so true.

OK, there are only three chapters left. This one was originally meant to be a one part chapter, but it ran too long so I cut it in half. I am sorry for the absolutely long delay on this story, but the decay of the TDI fandom really killed my inspiration. I am gonna try to finish this story and "TDWT: The Animator's Cut" but after that, who knows.

Please review, since reviews speed the process of writing.

Gracias Totales,
Mr. Panama Red.