Chapter #18Go meet Sean at the lockers. by: smitch   You're in the restroom, washing your hands after almost knocking out 'The Molester' in the gym. You look at your face; Sean's not bad looking, good strong jaw with a thick heavy mop of hair that's only just drying out after the shower. Grabbing the seams of the polo shirt you're wearing you lift it and adjust the way it hangs. Your pecs tighten the cloth, but below them it simply hangs loose. You rub your left pec with a meaty right hand, blinking a couple of times at the reflection. It's a strange feeling, Sean feels so strong within but he's one of the most laid back people you know yet on the field or the wrestling mat he's not to be crossed.
Leaving the restroom you stride confidently into the crowd to making your way to the lockers. You see your old self, skinny still a little awkward with your old friends next to the lockers. Sean seems to have slipped into your life really easily, deep down you feel a little jealous that he appears to be having so much fun as you! He’s laughing with Caleb and Keith and even Lisa is talking with him.
Sitting on a bench you watch for a while, only to see other students scatter in the corridor as a very bad tempered 'Molester' bruises his way through the crowd still nursing a bloody nose from your encounter with him in the gym.
Sean and the rest of the group haven't seen him yet and you think about warning him but you let it drop to see how he copes with the bully.
Still watching you see Sean turn and spot 'The Molester', he busts out laughing at the sight out of bloody bits of paper towel stuffed up his nose like some kind of mortally wounded walrus. You surmise that he's still getting used to your persona as well as its something you wouldn't dare do yourself. Caleb and Keith simultaneously jab Sean in the rib's causing him to almost buckle over breathlessly, but its too late he's already homing in on the group.
You edge closer to try and hear whats going on. Keith and Caleb have paled significantly while Sean tries to stifle his laugh.
"What the FUCK are you laughing at Prescott? Have you got a death wish or something?"
Sean, is trying to regain composure but before he can answer 'The Molester' lunges at him shouldering him into the lockers. With an almighty crash Sean bounces off the lockers and sinks to the ground. Bending over he grabs Sean by the t-shirt pulling him to his feet; you see that Sean has little purchase on the ground as he's already on his tiptoes pinned against the lockers.
The Molester's in tight; spitting fury in his face. "You need to learn some respect Prescott, I've had a shit day and the last thing I need is a little dick like you thinking its funny!" He reinforces the suggestion by slamming Sean into the lockers again. Glancing around he spots a bracket up high which is supporting some pipes.
"You need to hang about and think about it." With that he hoists Sean up high hooking the back of his shirt on the bracket.
Molester, shakes his head; "No, you're so dumb Prescott you'll forget this." And with a grin on his face he yanks down Sean's loose fitting jeans. He sneers and looks over at Keith and Caleb who just look the over way; "Nothing to say?" He demands, they both remain silent. The rest of the crowd just laughs at Sean struggling.
The Molester returns his gaze to Sean, with a grin he grabs the baseball cap and puts it on; "Guess I'll have a trophy, when you see me wearing it it'll remind you to show a little respect!"
Sean practically looses it, but he's unable to free himself. You decide that now some intervention is needed.
You make your way through the crowd and walk up behind the bully. He's still mouthing off at Sean, but you're alter ego has seen you.
Lester turns to leave and comes bumps into you; you tilt your head looking at him and raise an eyebrow and then look at Sean still hanging in mid air. You jerk your head at him and he flinches.
"Looks like you've left my buddy hanging there."
With a grunt, Lester grabs Sean and drops him to the ground. Sean scrambles to his feet and pulls up his jeans, pushing Keith and Caleb; "Thanks for you help guys!" They only shrug.
You give Lester a sideways nod and he turns to leave, but Sean shoves him as he passes and grabs his cap. You see Lester clench a fist but he does nothing, you know this isn't over between 'The Molester' and Will.
Sean has little to say after you explain what happened in the gym earlier. He's still quiet when you arrive at Selopek later that afternoon.
You ask him what at the problem is and he tells you how he would have handled 'The Molester' in the gym, "Simply ignore him and walk away." He says in a matter of fact way.
"Yeah, but guys like him will just dig, and dig chipping away at you — what I did today will make him think twice in the future."
Sean gives a resigned nod, "I guess so," He chuckles, "I suppose I didn't play a typical 'Will' either?"
"Nah, I know better than to point at laugh at him — dumb move." You reply with a smile on your face.
There is little going on in the depot today and you both finish the work Andy assigned relatively quickly. You're still thinking about the booklet and the locked storerooms at the back of the building, but all the ingredients you need to make some more masks are readily available off the shelves.
Between the two of you there is sufficient time to collect the ingredients you need to make a further six masks and bands. Luckily there are few people around and you find it easy to move the items to the pickups.
Returning to the clubhouse Sean unloads the ingredients while you're kept busy labelling and stacking them neatly; something you appear to have inherited from Sean's psyche.
Sitting down opposite your old self you realise how awkward you appear with that straw-like hair sticking out every which way over a face where a familiar outbreak of zits are forming.
Grabbing some sodas from under the table you throw one at Sean; "So it's been a hell of a day so far, was a bit of a shock waking up this morning. Refrained from using 'the sock' by the way."
Sean blushes, but says nothing.
"Quite a collection of trophies you've got, and not all of them yours, eh?"
"No, some of them are Taylor's. I guess you saw the pictures then?"
"Yeah, I didn't know you had an identical twin."
"Nah, not a lot of people do. He died soon after we started at Westside, maybe just a month or two. I'm surprised you didn't find that out for yourself." He taps his forehead.
"Yeah, I could have but… " It's your turn to blush, "I still, well I'm still a little scared of digging too deep - you know?"
Sean bites his lip, "Yeah, I know what you mean; kinda scares me sometimes too."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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