Do it, Frank! Do it!

Frank held a fellow classmate by the hair. His name was John, and his face had turned beet red. He wore a rented old brown tuxedo, very retro looking. Frank and his gang thought itd be real funny if they gave him a swirlee. Well, Harry didnt find it very amusing. In fact, he was starting to wonder why he had stuck by these two goons all throughout high school.

Cmon, Harry – well let you go first round, Frank was clearly enjoying himself. Maybe if he had a girlfriend, hed be dancing right now, instead of ruining this poor guys night.

Dont wanna. Harry twiddled his thumbs. He was a pudgy sort of boy, a thin mustache lightly peppered his upper lip. His outfit was a tad too small, and his hair slightly unkempt. Harry was a good guy. He had fallen into the wrong crowd. The question was, would he stand by while his so called friends ransacked the entire senior class?

Harry looked away.

Okay, guess its all you, Joe!

Could Frank be any meaner? ***** yes.

***

Good punch. Taylor slammed her cup of juice down within seconds.

Tastes a little like Jenny took another sip, then eyed Taylor with a fox – like grin. You spiked the punch!

Taylor jumped. Shhh! She put one finger to her lips. I dont want to get busted!

Jenny put her hands over her mouth, speaking through them. Sorry, the word came out muffled.

Well, I think we can go now.

Jenny looked at the clock. Go? But we just got here.

Taylor took in the scenery one last time. Yeah, but all theyre gonna do now is crown the king and queen, then dance to some sappy love song and leave to go have horny teenage ***** in their parents cars. We have a club to go to, remember?

I remember. Well, if youre ready to go, then so am I.

Taylor held out her arm. Shall we?

Jenny accepted, and they left through the back door of the gym.

Hey, theres those guys again.

Three, no – two shady looking characters, along with one who looked oddly out of place, were standing near a car about ten feet away.