Time for Gym ((coughGarrettcough))

[blane]

Blane was in the locker room changing for Gym. Even through he was in a room full of men he couldn't help show off his muscles more for intimidation purposes than admiration. He struck a manly pose with his shirt and said smugly to his friend Robbie. "Yo, I got more definition than a dictionary." Robbie laughed and gave him a high five. He then noticed a scrawny looking kid staring at him. "Yo, what you looking at queer?!" he yelled at the kid who quickly looked away, "That's what I thought!" he turned back to his friends, "Fucking fagots." he said, shaking his head.

[Garrett Speelers]

"I've got more deffinition than a dictionary," Garrett muttered changing at a nearby locker.

He kept on a wife beater under his t-shirt to hide his scar from the other guys. It made him a little uncomfortable, but he was playing i t cool.

"If you're going to unneccisarily boost your ego, BLane, at least do it right."

[blane]

Blane looked over his should to see who was actually stupid enough to mock him; it was his cousin, Garrett. His friends around him all got silent and looked at Blane. "At least I've got something to boast about." he said with a smug grin on his face, "what the fuck do you have?" All of his friends began to laugh and high five each other at Blane's words.

[Garrett Speelers]

"Tact?" Garrett offered helpfully. "Just because I don't flex them at every opportunity, doesn't mean I don't have muscles."

[blane]

"Oh yeah?" said Blane calmly, walking over to his cousin. "Well, why don't you prove it, queer?" Blane pushed him hard into the lockers and laughed. His friends all around his laughed stupidly and gave each other high fives. Blane fucking hated his cousin, he'd hated them since there were kids and he had a feeling he would hate them still when he was an old man on his death bed. There was just something about Garrett that pissed him off so much.

[Garrett Speelers]

Garrett rolled his eyes as Blane resorted once agian to violence. He was very predictable in that sense. He shook his head sadly at Blane and pulled his gym shirt on over his wife beater.

"I don't need to prove anything to you," he said carelessly. "What matters is that I know."

((ooc> I truly admire people who are like this. People who aren't Marty McFly's. . .))

[blane]

Blane pushed Garrett again. "Or maybe you're too much of a pussy to fight back." he said and all his buddies "oooooooed" mockingly.

[Garrett Speelers]

"Or maybe," Garret said, shoving Balne back into a locker and pinning his arm up behind his back. ((Think back to the future. . .woah lot's of references. . .)) "I didn't want to have to embarrass you in front of your friends."
He had Blane in front of him so his friends wouldn't hit him while he pinned his arm. He gave it a twist.

[vinnie]

Vinnie had been innocently changing and watching the commotion out of the corner of his eye. Where the fuck was the gym teacher? Shouldn't he be the one to get involved in this sort of thing? Vinnie was prepare to step in if a fight broke out, but hoped it didn't come to that. Then it did. Vinnie sighed and quickly walked over to Garrett and Blane. He grabbed Garrett's arm and pulled him off Blane.

"Why don't you two asshole cut it out?" he said angrily, "Seriously, we're in fucking high school, not the sixth fucking grade." He pulled Garrett aside, "I know Blane's a fucking asshole, but I thought you were better than this, Garret." he said seriously. Vinnie was a bit of a trouble maker in Junior High, but he had seen the errors of his way and nothing pissed him off more than see to guys be immature assholes like he used to be.

[Garrett Speelers]

Garrett shrugged off Vinnie and shot a glare over towards his cousin.

"I am better than that," he said moodily. "He kept shoving me, okay? I was mister zen, but someone has to put him in his place."

[vinnie]

"Well, karma will take care of that the won't it Mr. Zen?" Vinnie asked retorically, "Just because he's an asshole doesn't mean you have to stoop down to his level."

[Garrett Speelers]

Garrett turned his gaze to Vinnie. It was curious, as though asking him who the hell he thought he was.

"Whatever," he muttered. "You try being related to him and then talk to me."

[vinnie]

Blane was slightly thrown off by his cousin's actions, but he was also somewhat satisfied; he loved knowing when he got to people. Blane's friends were about to tear Garrett of of him when that annoying goodie goodie Vinnie pull Garrett of him and drug him away. "Ok, I guess we'll just leave you and your boyfriend alone then to go butt fuck in the showers!" he called after them. His friends laughed stupidly and high fived him, but truthfully if there weren't there he wouldn't have said anything; Blane was smart enough to know that Vinnie was a strong guy and could pound his face in is he wanted to. Blane often wondered why Vinnie wasn't on the foot ball team. He was sure to only potentially piss off Vinnie when he had plenty of back up around.

((I posted with the wrong person! :cires:))

[Garrett Speelers]

((you typed as Blane with Vinnie))

"Because that's exactly what we were planning to do in the 30 seconds before gym class," Garrett said, rolling his eyes.

Honestly he was slightly pissed that Vinnie had stopped him. Garrett had taken self defense/ karate courses for 3 years and enjoyed all forms of activities based around combat. He knew Archery, fencing, martial arts, the basics of wrestling, and a bit of boxing.

He wanted to be prepared if his father ever tried anything with a knife again. He could handle the occasional beating, but he would never let that happen to him again. He shook his head at Vinnie and grinned irionically.

"You've got to love his intelligent comebacks," he said calmly.

[vinnie]

((FUCK, I fucking hate when I do that.))

Vinnie didn't say anything in retaliation for what Blane had said; he was secure enough in his sexuality not to care what the fuck other people thought. In all honest Vinnie had no problem at all with gay people; he knew a few gay guys and most of them were no different than straight dudes, except that they fucked guys. He was more insulted by the fact that Blane was trying to use gayness as an insult.

"Ignorant fuck." Vinnie muttered to Garrett.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"What about butt fucking?" Desmond asked excitedly while pulling his shirt on over his head. He had been changing in his section of lockers when he had heard the phrase "butt fucking" and quickly came running over to the score. When he saw it was only Blane causing his usual trouble his face fell. "It's never what I think it is." he said to Vinnie and Garrett with disappointment and depression in his voice.

[Garrett Speelers]

"Sorry, Desmond," Garrett said with a mocking air. "You just missed it. Blane suggested Vinnie and I go fuck in the bathroom which suggests all kinds of things about him I don't even want to get into."

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Hmmm, I wouldn't mind watching a three sum with you, Vinnie, and Blane; even though he's an asshole I think I'd like watching him take it up the asshole." Desmond grinned at the very thought of some one like Blane getting it up the ass. "I think Blane is over compensating for some thing. . . ."

[vinnie]

Vinnie laughed. "Maybe later," he said jokingly, giving Desmond a pat on the back, "right now we should be getting to Gym class before Mr. Frink murders us."

[Garrett Speelers]

"Ignoring the fact that you just made an incestuous comment. . ."Garrett said shuddering jokingly. "Vinnie's right we should get to class."

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Psh, That's what makes is hot." he said with an all-knowing air, "but alas," he sighed, "it is time for Gym. Gotta go flaunt my jollies to all the straight boys hooray!!" he said with extreme sarcasm.

[vinnie]

((I'm start a thread in the gym I guess))