“FUCKING SHIT!!!” Jim cried out from the back seat of Kyle’s Car as it pulled up in front of the Square located Burger Hut.

  Packed tightly in the back seat beside Eric’s right, Jim complained, “Can we get out of this fucking thing now??? MY BALLS ARE LOSING BLOOD FLOW!!!”

  “How can that even be possible, Jim?” Eric asked curiously. “You don’t have any.”

  “Fuck you, Eric!” Jim slammed whilst his fellow ‘friend’ snickered at him.

  Putting his Porsche 911 in park, Kyle barked, “Calm your titts, Jim! We’re here!”

  Turning off his car, Kyle pulled his keys out from the ignition and opened up his Driver’s Side Door with his left hand a moderate ‘push’ from his left shoulder.

  Kyle stepped out first as Derek went to open the Passenger’s Side Door soon after him.

  As Derek went to step out of the Porsche 911, Jim pressured from behind, “Come on, come on… Come the fuck on already, Derek! It’s gettin’ hard to breathe back here!”

  Gritting his teeth, Eric snapped, “Ah, shut the hell up already, Jim! GOD! You’re so annoying!!!”

  “EAT SHIT, ERIC!” Jim shouted before pushing up the Passenger’s Seat… And FALLING out of the car, hitting his face on the cement curb that was connected to the sidewalk that ran past the front of Burger Hut.

  Darting back up to his feet quickly as Eric got out of the car now, Jim patted down the white and gold zip-up hoodie that he had on whilst saying, “FUCK! I almost damaged my fresh new threads, fam!”

  Eric shook his head and rolled his eyes as Kylen looked up at the red, yellow, and blue neon lit Burger Hut sign that was placed right above the fast-food restaurant’s Main Entrance.

  “Mm... Nothing like the smell of good ole’, incredibly unhealthy fast food in the evening,” Kyle stated cheerfully to his group.

  “Well, what in the fudge are y’all dudes waiting’ for??? LET’S GO CHOMP ON SOME GRINDAGE, SON!!!” Jim blared like a ravenous loon.

  “Guh-Guh-Grindage?” Derek stuttered in confusion.

  Eric shook his head in disgust (again) as Kyle turned to Jim and said, “Never say that again.”

  “FUCK YOU, BITCH,” Jim playfully snapped before he sprinted off inside of the Burger Hut, leaving his three other ‘friends’ behind wallowing in shame of being associated with him.

  Once he was inside, Jim had immediately ran up to the front order desk whilst Kyle, Eric, and Derek entered through the Main Entrance behind him.

  “Hey, D, can you go get us a booth to sit at, man,” Kyle asked Derek, who nodded in reply.

  “Try to get one in the corner, ya?” Eric asked Derek, who nodded in reply again.

  “What do you want to eat, bro?” Kyle asked Derek. “I’ll order for you while you’re gone.”

  Trying, but failing at controlling his constant stutter, Derek fumbled whilst his glasses started to slowly slip down the bridge of his pimple-ridden nose, “A Duh-Duh-Duh-Duh…”

  “Double Cheese Slammer?”

  “Yuh-Yeah. Thu-Thu-Thanks.”

  “No problem, man. You got it,” Kyle smirked after patting Derek on his left arm.

  Derek then turned away to go secure his friends and himself a booth in the back right corner of the restaurant.

  As Kyle and Eric went to join Jim up at the front ordering desk, entering the Burger Hut right behind them was the whole Keokuk Chiefs Varsity Football Team.

  Leading the charge of numb-skull jocks and self-conceited rich boys was Brent along with his beautiful girlfriend, Amber, clinging to his side.

  Sitting down in the booth that he had just secured in the back right corner of the restaurant, Derek mumbled out upon seeing Brent and the rest of the football team, “Oh shuh-shuh-shit…”

  The team crowded at the front order desk behind Kyle, Eric, and Jim.

  While one of the cashiers took Jim’s order, Kyle and Eric looked back at the rowdy band of jocks with widened eyes.

  “Fucking great,” Eric grunted in bitter sarcasm.

  “Just ignore them,” Kyle whispered. “They won’t mess with us if we don’t mess with them.”

  While Kyle and Eric tried to ignore the obnoxious football players, Brent came up right beside

  them and Jim.

  Pushing Jim off to the side at mid-order, Brent said with a big grin on his face, “YEAH... I want a Triple Cheese Slammer with everything on it along with a side of Curly Cheese Fries and a Diet Dr. Fizzle.”

  Looking at his girlfriend now after having already given his order, Brent asked, “What do you want, babe?”

  Amber was about to speak until Jim called out, “HEY! I was here first, dude!”

  Brent then glared at Jim, who looked up at him in slight fear.

  “Say somethin’... LOSER?” Brent blurted.

  “And the first shots have been fired,” Eric muttered whilst Kyle lowered his head and sighed.

  “I said that I was here FIRST, Brent,” Jim angrily stated with his brow lowered. “So, like, lemme just finish my order and...”

  “No,” Brent interrupted, causing Jim to stop at mid-sentence and look up at him in utter confusion.

  “No?”

  “Yeah… NO. I don’t give a damn if you or the rest of your little bitch-ass friends were here first. Me and my friends just got done stomping the shit outta Mount P and now we wanna get some food to smash on. So, whenever you decide to contribute to this town, Hunter, then you can order first. Until then, you and the rest of the Losers Brigade can all go fuck off… Or each other. HA-HA-HA!!!!”

  Whilst Brent and his Jock Cronies (except for Amber) all laughed at Jim, Kyle finally grew tired of the bully’s rude comments and douchebag presence.

  “BRENT, how does winning some stupid football game ‘contribute’ to the town?” Kyle asked whilst now glaring at the Starting QB.

  “Ugh… I’m gonna just go sit down,” Eric sighed after seeing the signs of imminent conflict between Kyle and Brent. “We’re never gonna eat now.”

  As Eric went to join Derek back at the back corner booth, Brent turned to face Kyle fully.

  Skulking at Brent’s side like ‘ugly goblins’ were his two lackeys/fellow teammates, Sean Greenberg and Dirk Shaw.

  Glaring at Kyle, Greenberg asked, “Hey, Brent. Did you hear this little shit?”

  “I heard’em,” Shaw stated whilst glaring at Kyle. “I think Gordo here needs a beating.”

  “What was that, Gordo?” Brent asked Kyle whilst glaring down at him. “Sorry, but I don’t speak BITCH.”

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  “Good one, Brent. No really. GREAT RESPONSE,” Kyle sarcastically remarked. “I asked you how does winning some FUCKING STUPID football game contribute to the rest of the town? It’s just a game.”

  “Just a game?” Brent uttered with his eyes sourly narrowed at the brave, but ultimately very foolish Eleventh Grader.

  “HELLS YA, KY-KY! GET’EM, SON!” Jim cheered whilst Kyle continued to lock eyes with Brent. “Don’t worry, bruh! We can take him together!”

  “Shut the fuck up, Hunter!” Brent yelled, immediately ending Jim’s joyous cheer.

  “Shutting up,” Jim then replied in a monotone voice whilst lowering his head like a dog with its tail between its legs.

  Sensing her boyfriend’s anger, Amber said, “Brent, please calm down. We’re in a public place.”

  Brent ignored his girlfriend as he stepped up closer towards Kyle and asked, “Do you even know what we go through every Friday night, you little dildo?”

  “Dildo? HA!” Jim cackled aloud, causing both Brent and Kyle to turn their heads towards him. “That shit reminds me of the time I called Dylan Blansfield ‘Dyl-do’ in Mrs. Kemp’s Computers I class after Brook Dobermann called him the same thing… And then lost her TOTAL SHIT on me ‘cause she was best friends with his older sister! She was all like, ‘Hey! Don’t call him ‘Dyl-do’, Motherfucker! Only I get to call him ‘Dyl-do’!’ and I was all like, ‘FUCK YOU, BITCH,’ And told her to blow me! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!”

  Ignoring Jim’s weird ‘call-back’, Kyle looked back at Brent and said defiantly, “No… But it just looks like a bunch of big and sweaty ‘meat-headed guys’ trying to get a hold of each other’s BALLS for three hours.”

  Various gasps and ‘oh shits’ echoed through the Burger Hut’s interior now as Brent glared intensely down at Kyle.

  “You’re asking for it, Gordo… YOU’RE REALLY ASKIN’ FOR A THRASHIN’,” Brent gritted whilst the Junior stood before him unshaken. “My advice for you is to SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH and leave the Burger Hut with the rest of your BITCH-ASS friends… NOW.”

  “And what if we don’t leave, Brent?” Kyle challenged, causing the Bully to widen his eyes briefly. “What are you gonna do? You gonna beat us all up… IN BURGER HUT???”

  “BRENT, STOP,” Amber pleaded whilst she tried to pull back on her boyfriend’s arm. “He didn’t mean what he said.”

  “AND HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT, AMBER? You don’t even know this fucking FREAK.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know him… BUT HE AND HIS FRIENDS WERE HERE FIRST. Just let them order ahead of us, Brent. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  Rolling his eyes, Brent grunted, “Ugh… God. I can’t deal with this shit right now. ALRIGHT, GORDO! You want some food… RIGHT???”

  Kyle gave Brent a confused look as he continued, “HERE! LET ME GET YOU SOME!”

  Lashing out with both his hands, Brent grabbed Kyle by the front of his jacket and pulled him over to the nearest trash can.

  Then, with an incredible amount of strength, Brent threw Kyle in HEAD FIRST in the Trash Can.

  “BRENT, STOP IT!” Amber cried out as all of Brent’s friends/fellow teammates laughed like hyenas at what he had just done to Kyle.

  Jim, on the other hand, just slowly started to back away from the ‘overly aggressive’ situation all together (and undetected ‘Assassin’s Creed’ style complete with throwing up the hood to his hoodie over his head) as Eric and Derek watched defenselessly from their back corner booth.

  While he held Kyle down in the trash can Brent chuckled, “HA-HA! STILL HUNGRY, GORDO?! You still want somethin’ to eat?! HA-HA!”

  “BRENT!”

  “Huh? What the… JOSH?” Brent uttered aloud after he and the rest of the team all turned around to set their sights on the Star Running Back.

  Having just entered Burger Hut the second after Brent had slammed Kyle head first down in the Trash Can, Josh, with his brow lowered, ordered sternly, “LET. HIM. GO.”

  “Heh, heh, heh… Oh, yeah?” Brent snickered whilst Josh continued to stare him down coldly. “And what if I don’t???”

  “BRENT, STOP!” Amber shouted again as she tugged on her boyfriend’s arm even more aggressively than earlier.

  As Brent looked down at his angered girlfriend in confusion, Kyle finally pushed himself out of the now knocked over trash can.

  Now covered head to waist in ketchup, mustard, and other pieces of food waste, Kyle grunted in disgust whilst Brent and the rest of the Varsity Football Team laughed hysterically at his expense.

  “HA-HA! GET A LOAD OF GORDO!” Greenberg snickered.

  “WHAT A FUCKIN’ LOOOSER!!!! HA-HA-HA!!!” Shaw followed whilst pointing down at the totally embarrassed and humiliated Eleventh Grader.

  Whilst everyone continued to laugh and point at him, Kyle shot up to his feet and bolted towards the front door, shoving past Josh in the process.

  Before Josh could do anything, Derek, Eric, and Jim all soon brushed past his side in search of their fallen comrade.

  Josh gave the four juniors a look of guilt and regret before turning his head back around to glare at Brent.

  Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Josh stomped towards Brent, who was still laughing along with the rest of the varsity team.

  With Josh now standing toe to toe with him, Brent looked him directly in the eyes whilst he asked, “What’s your problem?”

  “I should be asking you the same thing… DICK,” Josh snapped back, causing Brent and everyone else's laughter to abruptly end.

  Quickly snickering again, Brent jerkishly asked, “What’d I do? Heh, heh…”

  “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, man… FOR REAL,” Josh stated whilst shaking his head from side to side as Brent continued to snicker with Greenberg and Shaw soon joining him.

  Looking down at Amber now, who had a look of utter embarrassment and annoyance on her face, Josh asked sarcastically, “I hope you’re impressed.”

  Amber now gave Josh a wide-eyed look as the Star Running Back soon turned away from both her and her asshole boyfriend.

  Josh then hustled towards the front main entrance to the Burger Hut whilst Brent called out, “HEY, RUSSELL! MAKE SURE TO TELL THOSE LOSERS THAT IF ANY ONE OF THEM COMES BACK IN HERE I’LL USE THEIR HEADS TO PLUNGE THE SHITTERS IN THE MEN’S BATHROOM! HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!!!!”

  Bursting through the main entrance doors to the Burger Hut, Josh looked outside to see Kyle and the rest of his friends trying to leave the scene in haste.

  “HEY! Hey, wait!” Josh called out as he quickly hustled on over to Kyle’s Car

  “Ah, shit. Here we go again,” Jim groaned as he and the others turned to see Josh heading straight towards them.

  Looking directly at Kyle now, Jim asked, “Why’d you have to run your fuckin’ mouth to Brent Fuckin’ Fuller, Ky-Ky? FUCK!!!”

  Narrowing his eyes at Jim, Eric snapped, “Go suck a cock, Dingus!”

  “HEY! WATCH IT!” Jim called back in reply to Eric’s slur whilst Derek just kept his head lowered and mouth shut.

  “Huff… Huff… Hold up a sec, you… you guys. Huff… Huff,” Josh panted after rushing over to Kyle’s Car.

  “What? What do you want?” Kyle demanded as his eyes started to water. “You gonna fuck with us now too?”

  “No,” Josh replied after noticing the tears forming in Kyle’s eyes. “I… I just wanted to see if you’re alright.””

  “Alright??? ALRIGHT?! I just got shoved head fucking first into a trash can in front of the whole damn football team, you fuckin’ Jockstrap!”

  “AND… Amber Swanson,” Jim crudely added. “CO-HEAD CAPTAIN Varsity Cheerleader to fellow ‘Co-Head Captain’ Layla BODY KARATE Check.”

  Josh gave Jim a disturbed glance as Kyle continued, “Just go back inside with the rest of the members of your fellow ‘Jockstrap Tribe’ and fuck off!”

  Looking back at the disgruntled Eleventh Grader, Josh asked in a more calm-inducing tone, “You’re name’s ‘Kevin’, right?”

  “Kevin???” Eric repeated with his eyes squinted.

  “IT’S KYLE,” Kyle firmly correctly. “And yours is FUCKING DOUCHEBAG, right???”

  “OH! BURN BITCH!” Jim cried out as Josh quickly turned his head to him and glared.

  Quickly straightening up, Jim fumbled, “Suh-Sorry, Sir.”

  “Ugh… Look, Kyle,” Josh sighed after turning to face the obvious ‘leader of sorts’ of the Junior Classmen Quartet. “I’m sorry about what happened to you back in Burger Hut. It was totally uncalled for. You see, Brent’s just…”

  “A dick with ears?” Eric asked crudely.

  “A douche?” Jim followed.

  Nodding to both Eric and Jim, Josh awkwardly agreed, “Uh, well… Yeah. Pretty much.”

  “JUST FUCK OFF, MAN!” Kyle spurted at Josh, causing the All-Star Football Player’s eyes to widen in surprise. “None of us care what you have to say! Just leave us alone!”

  “Fine. Whatever,” Josh brushed as he ‘read the room’ and turned from Kyle and his friends.

  The star Running Back then backed away as Kyle and his friends piled back inside of his Porsche.

  With the Porsche 911 burning off into the night, Josh just stood on the curb outside of Burger Hut and cursed under his breath, “Urgh… Dammit.”