okay so I fucked up…

well, I say I fucked up, but I also kinda redeemed myself.

it all started with me and my buddy teddy, starting high school.

I was built like a linebacker and was thus pushed onto the school’s football team.

while my buddy teddy was a scrawny kid who looked through bottle thick glasses.

needless to say, he did not make it onto the team. but He and I had braved middle-school together damit and I would be dammed I didn’t soldier on and leave a man behind

literally since my father is… was an army drill-Sargent. so you know, misbehave and its a thousand laps on the ‘track’.

brrr, I’m shaking just thinking about it.

but a nerd hanging out with a jock gets to be the target of much harassment.

Harassment, I as of 20 min before my death wasn’t quite aware of how bad it actually was.

one of the things i liked about teddy was how good he was tabletop games, he was an especially kick as dungeon master for a group 4 nerds and me. it was here that i was subject to light teasing by the nerds. this was their world, i was just a tourist.

i had always been aware of the disconnect between my two groups of friends which was why i tried to blur the line a bit…

i stole my father’s poker set.

see the way I figured, my jock friend would only do things if it was manly in nature

pump some iron

work on cars

cat-call a passing hottie

so i figured my tabletop master of a friend could wipe them in a game of poker

and since the jetons all had point anyways i had made a list of dares one could make the others do by virtue of loosing

i was quite proud of my scheme and when i presented my idea to teddy he had a look of proud fondness towards his friend

see if my scrawny friend could beat my jock friends in a game of manly poker. they would have to respect him. right?

it actually went fine. at first, the jock wes sceptical but accepted since. it would be funny to see whoever had to walk into the girl’s locker room and get the queen bee’s panties.

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teddy had lost that one and he just gave me his glasses and asked me to throw him in there.

bastard wouldn’t tell us what happened in there but when he got out he was drenched but more importantly he had a pair of white panties in his teeth and seven kisses in different colours all over his face

yea the jocks respected the hell out of that

an thus he started hanging out more with the jocks and less with the nerds.

the tone at the table changed. it was subtle at first. but it got more and more pronounced as the nerd community within the school started treating teddy as if he had betrayed them somehow.

the night before my death the 4 other nerds who at this point where the last nerds who hadn’t shunned teddy, finally did. instead of shoving up to our weekly game night, they had almost simultaneously sent teddy a message about dropping the game to ‘focus on their studies’.

teddy had been heartbroken and I had called home to tell the folks I would stay with teddy for the night as was ‘a soldier in need of extraction’ as I had put it to my father. he always talked in military terms. and he had taken that as a cue to swing by with a med-drop as he called it. a basket with lots of chips n’ soda covered in a camo patterned blanket with a red cross emblazoned upon it, and a message about how we could “expect extraction at O 700 hour, so we had better hold out till morning dangit”. it was a standing joke since i was five and my dad was in no mind to change that anytime soon.

my dad had true to his world honked his horn at precisely 6:59 from outside teddys house and we were leaving at exactly 7 under imaginary gunfire

we had been dropped off at school and I left a teddy in a much better mood than what he had been the night before so that we could go to our different classes.

But as I turned a corner I heard a commotion pick up behind me and I turned around to learn exactly how far down the totem pole teddy had gotten

he was on the ground while a group black-clad nerds with the Antifa logo on their sweatshirt was kicking, spitting and drenching teddy while all he could do was do his best to cover his head

I saw RED

so with a 3-yard running start, I made a knee tackle to one of their faces and heard a satisfying crunch as the girl’s jar broke.

she and I tumbled and took down several others with me. I was on my feet in seconds and put my fathers krav maga training to good use as i broke ribs, bones and jars on these black block cowards

then someone pushed me, and I fell out onto a road as one of those fuckers who never slow down on a school street ran me over

and I was dead…

and then I woke up in a cave as a big red gem