From Duncan’s perspective, show the victory of Scott and how he achieved it. Todd, Kelly and Graydon Creed make appearances. Jean laughs at Duncan as she dumps him. Duncan eats crow and gags.
“Damnit. Where the fuck are my pants?”
Duncan had got his clothes on in the order they came to him. In this case, that meant his shirt, coat and a pair of heart-pattern boxers that, though his size, were not his style.
And since it was that or his sweaty jockstrap, he wore them anyway.
He looked in his locker, which also contained a type-written note that said, You’re going to be late!
He looked in other guys’ lockers, which only contained stinky sports gear. He checked every hiding place the locker room had to offer. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Squat.
He was going to be late.
Shit.
Someone had set him up. Therefore he had to show them he was still king of the heap by turning them into one.
There was a vending machine just outside of the locker room. It sold gatorade and power bars and beef jerky. The important part was that Toady Tolenski was trying to get candy out of it.
Duncan knew exactly who did it now.
“You little ass! Where the fuck are my pants?”
Toad took off at top speed. Duncan roared after him. Toad was fast when he wanted to be. Sometimes, he even escaped his fate for another day. This time, he was just fast enough for Duncan to see him running around the next corner. Or vanishing down the stairs. Or up the stairs.
It was a hell of a chase, but Dunc knew he had the little asshat cornered when he ran into the assembly hall. “I’M GONNA GRIND YA INTO MUSH YA LITTLE SHIT!” Duncan almost howled as he charged in after.
“We salute as we raise our flag hiiiiiiiggghhh,” sang a choir of his former bit(che)s on the side. “To the guy…. who made us cryyyyyy…”
His pants, the jeans and the leopard-print posing pouch, were flying high on a temporary flagpole set up on the stage. Toad was nowhere to be seen. No, wait. He was in the arms of that fucking tranny, Essel. Who blew him a kiss.
And sitting right next to Jean Grey. Her face was red with rage and she was glaring solid, molten death straight at him.
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU! YOU AN’ YOUR STUPID GODDAMN TRANNY WANNABE TWAT! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE!”
Then he realised he was being recorded. By the skater freak, Daniels.
Principal Kelly was moving in with the ratty blanket they always used when some student had a catastrophic meltdown. Graydon was laughing his ass off, which inevitably spread to the entire hall -even Jean- because Graydon had the funniest goddamn laugh in the world.
But it all felt like it was aimed at him.
Essel was waving. It clearly mouthed, “The king is dead. Long live the… Queen.”
Then he remembered that Essel had a knack for extracting justice at the minimum possible temperature.
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