Episode 63: Scene Two
"You're gonna die."
Allan scrunched his face up at Trace disbelievingly before throwing his gray football shirt on. "What are you talking about? I'm not going to die."
"Oh, yes you are. With that kind of schedule, you are going to D-I-E!" Trace said, lacing up his left shoe.
"And why is that?" Brent walked over to the two, fully-dressed in his red warm-up shorts and gray shirt. "I figure it shouldn't be that much different from the Middle School."
Trace whistled through his teeth and shook his head. "That's where you're wrong, my friend. This year is going to be a heckuva lot more different from last year. In fact, I'd be surprised if it were anything like last year."
"Whatever, man. But right now we'd better get out there before Coach blows the whistle," Brent jogged in place as if to urge his two buddies along.
Trace groaned and tightened up his laces. He looked up just in time to see Kendall walking past the group of boys. "Uh oh. KW alert."
Brent's head immediately snapped from Trace to Kendall. His mouth twisted into a sarcastic smile. "Well, look who decided to crawl out from under his rock today."
"Why don't you shut your piehole?" Kendall advanced towards Brent.
Allan positioned himself between the two rivals, placing a head on both of their chests. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Chill out for a second, guys."
"Don't touch me!" Kendall slapped Allan's hand away.
"You don't touch my friend!" Brent spat, balling his fists ready to fight.
"I'll do whatever the h*ll I want to, Woodman. You just mind your own business and you'll be just fine and dandy."
"You two need therapy," Trace mumbled under his breath, amazed at the sudden transformation in his friend. "This hatred can't be healthy."
Tanner walked up next to Kendall. "Is there a problem, Ken?"
"The problem is him butting in on people's conversations," Brent said before Kendall could open his mouth.
"I was just walking out of the fieldhouse! Why would I want to get into your 'Polly Pocket' talk with your homeboys?"
"Let's just go, Kendall," Tanner gently tugged at his friend's shirt.
"Yeah, I think it's best for you to go," Brent sneered.
Before he exited the building with Tanner, Kendall faced Brent squarely. "One day, there won't be anyone here to stop me from smashing your pretty boy face in, Woodman."
"I'm flattered that you think it's so beautiful," Brent retorted smooth as glass, "but I think you'd better think about what you're saying. I'll take you down if I have to, Washington. I'm sure I'll have my chance soon."
"Yeah, we'll see."