“WHAT THE HELL???” JOSH SAID ALOUD as Brent walked past him with Derek still hoisted over his shoulder as Tyrell Stone, Shaw, Greenberg, and an ARMY army of drunks and stoners followed him towards the first floor level’s back deck area.

  Confused about what was happening, Josh joined and followed the rest of the raving crowd.

  “NO ‘FREAKS’ OR ‘GEEKS’ ALLOWED, LOSER!!!” Brent cried out as he then HURLED Derek over the back deck’s wooden handrail/protective barrier.

  Falling SIX AND HALF FEET, Derek landed face first on the cold and hard grass covered ground whilst the bonfire by the small pond burned off brightly in the distance, which had its own crowd of drunk and high teenagers gathered around it.

  With his glasses being cracked and broken nearly in tow, Derek rolled over on his back and clutched his sides in pain whilst Brent laughed at him from up on the deck.

  Watching this all play out from the back deck entrance towards the back of the mob were Kyle, Jim, a slightly more ‘stoned’ Eric.

  “Hey, homies. Wazzzzzzuuuuuup??? Heh, heh,” Eric snickered in a ‘baked’ tone.

  “Yo, E. Y’ever see the ending of ‘Braveheart’?” Jim asked Eric.

  “Huh?” Eric huffed.

  “THE ENDING OF BRAVEHEART. Y’know, the movie with Riggs from ‘Lethal Weapon’ BEFORE he went fucking all ‘religious wacko’ and called a Chick Cop ‘Sugar Titts’???”

  “Oh, uh, yeah?”

  “Cool. You remember how he died in the end? Riggs, I mean.”

  “Huh?”

  “COME ON, DUDE. Y’know how he died, right? He was, like, ‘drawn and quartered’ but it just looked like they CUT OFF HIS NUTS juggled them around a bit before they CHOPPED HIS FUCKIN’ HEAD OFF.”

  “Oh, uh… Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.”

  “Gucci. Well… That’s kinda what’s happening to Derek right now… MINUS the ‘drawn and quartering’, the nuts gettin’ cut off and juggled, and his head gettin’ chopped the fuck off.”

  As Eric stared at Jim in TOTAL CONFUSION after what he had just said to him, Kyle cried out, “OH FUCK! BRENT JUST THREW DEREK OFF THE BACK DECK!”

  “WHAT??” both Eric and Jim uttered aloud in unison as they proceeded to follow Kyle through the crowd towards Brent’s position.

  Meanwhile, standing behind the three Juniors were Amber and John.

  Both seemed confused like everyone else was as Josh speared himself between them to erratically demanded, “WHAT IN THE FUCK’S GOING ON OUT HERE?!?!”

  Looking to his right at the mortified looking Varsity Cheerleader, Josh demanded, “AMBER, what’s going on???”

  “I… I don’t know,” Amber replied whilst frantically shaking her head from side to side. “All I saw was Brent carrying Derek Bentley downstairs from the second floor all the way out here.”

  “HE WHAT???” Josh shouted as John remained standing silently to his left… GLARING at Brent, who stood directly across from him on the other side of the back deck.

  Lowering his own brow now, Josh turned towards Fuller and cried out, “BRENT!!!!!!!”

  Josh then headed towards the sadistic bully as John followed him behind like a shadow… WITH HIS FISTS CLENCHED DOWN AT HIS SIDES.

  “URGH… YOU FUCKER!!!” Kyle shouted as he rammed his right shoulder in the middle of Brent’s back, causing the Varsity QB to stumble forward and crash into the back deck’s wooden railing.

  The crowd then all ‘ooohhh’d’ and ‘ahhhh’d’ as Eric and Jim stood behind Kyle with their eyes widened at what he had just shockingly done.

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  With Brent having been briefly ‘taken by surprise’, Kyle immediately started unloading a barrage of ‘weak’ and ‘annoying’ punches on his midsection.

  As none of Kyle’s punches had NO EFFECT on him once so ever, Brent easily grabbed the junior’s wrists and swung up his right knee… CONNECTING WITH HIS BALLS.

  After Kyle had crashed down to his knee on the back deck’s hardwood floor with his hands clasped over his crotch, Brent looked down at him and smiled widely.

  “DAMN, GORDO! LOOK AT YOU BEIN’ ALL BRAVE AND SHIT! HA-HA-HA!!!”

  Brent then proceeded to DRIVE his right knee into Kyle’s face, knocking him backwards and blood IMMEDIATELY began to pour from his nostrils.

  “You think you can hit me, bitch, and get away with it?! DO YOU?!?!” Brent screamed angrily now as Kyle laid in a daze on the back deck’s floor at his feet.

  Seeing that Kyle was currently ‘down for the count’, Eric (whilst being incredibly stoned) lashed out at Brent and threw a WILD HAYMAKER at him.

  With Eric’s wild punch hitting him the left side of his jaw, Brent fell back a couple of feet as the teen drug-dealer stood in a staggered stance before him in total shock.

  The mob ‘ooooh’d’ and ‘ahhhh’d’ again as Brent returned Eric’s strike with a SPARTAN KICK to the center of his chest, sending him FLYING several feet backwards.

  With Kyle lying in a daze on the ground still and Eric lying on top of a squad of fellow party-goers who had broken his fall, it was now left up to Jim to ‘save the day’.

  So, in short… THEY WERE ALL DOOMED.

  “What about you… PUSSY?” Brent harshly asked Jim, who quivered in his ‘titan-like’ presence. “You tryin’ to get FUCKED UP like your BITCHASS friends just did???”

  Jim stood frozen in silence, angering Brent immensely.

  “Urgh… Oh, fuck it,” Brent growled as he proceeded to deliver a POWERFUL uppercut to the bottom of Jim’s chin, nearly knocking him out of his unlaced sneakers before crashing down on the ground alongside Eric.

  Having easily defeated ALL FOUR members of the Losers Brigade, a still very drunken

  Brent threw his fists up, over his head whilst victoriously cheering.

  “JUST WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, BRENT?!?!” Josh angrily demanded after pushing himself towards the front of the mob to face his best friend and fellow teammate.

  The crowd then fell immediately silent as the two most POPULAR students at K.H.S. now stood toe to toe with one another.

  “Oh, just takin’ out ‘the trash’ from the party, Russ. Heh, heh...” Brent snickered as nobody laughed (except for Tyrell, Shaw, and Greenberg, of course).

  “Are you fucking insane?” Josh asked whilst staring directly in Brent’s clouded eyes.

  “Huh? What?” Brent huffed and Josh suddenly shoved him in his chest, knocking him into the back deck’s hand railing again.

  The crowd then gasped as Brent snickers and chuckles abruptly ended.

  “ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!?!” Josh then shouted in Brent’s face as their chests nearly touched one another.

  As Brent stared at his ‘best friend’ in confusion, Josh ordered, “I want you to leave, Brent… NOW.”

  “Wha-- LEAVE?” Brent repeated with his brow scrunched.

  “Yeah, Brent… LEAVE. Get the fuck outta my cabin… RIGHT NOW.”

  “And what if I don’t wanna ‘leave’, Russell?”

  Brent then shoved Josh back, causing the mob to gasp again.

  Looking down at his chest… And BALLING UP HIS FISTS, Josh looked back up at Brent and glared at him hatefully.

  “BRENTON RYAN FULLER!!!!” Amber sounded off in her sadistic boyfriend’s face after driving herself between him and Josh. “I can’t believe what I just saw you do!!!”

  Brent rolled his eyes and sighed as Amber continued to slam, “Do you realize what you have done??? The DAMAGE that you have just NOW caused?!”

  “What ‘damage’, Amber?” Brent asked with his sweaty brow now scrunched at his totally pissed off girlfriend. “These FUCKING SOCIAL REJECTS scattered all around us were messing with me so I just gave them a taste of their own medicine.”

  “Brent… WHAT ON EARTH are you talking about??? They weren’t even REMOTELY bothering you before you ATTACKED THEM like some kind of freaking PSYCHO!”

  “Ugh… Amber, just fuck off with this bullshit, will you? You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “NO, BRENT! I’m not going to ‘fuck off’ and I do know what I’m talking about! I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO DEREK and I just SAW WHAT YOU DID TO HIS FRIENDS!!! You attacked them for NOTHING!”

  “URGH… GOD! STOP BEING SUCH A FUCKING BITCH!!!”

  As the whole crowd gasped collectively once more, Amber, in shock and a fit of rage, swung back her right hand and flung it forward… SLAPPING BRENT ACROSS HIS LEFT CHEEK.

  Amber’s eyes then began to water in utter sadness as Brent glared at her in return.

  With his whole face beginning to redden whilst he breathed hot and heavily, Brent mindlessly raged, “YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!!!!”

  Balling his right hand into a fist, Brent was about to do the unthinkable until ‘fate’ decided to luckily intervene… IN THE FORM OF A FIST.