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"Faggots?" Coach Zucker emerged from his tent in alarm. "Where?!?"

"You okay there, D?" Roy asked, concern in his voice. He'd been Duncan's best friends for years and it bothered him to see his friend all wound up. Duncan had been depressed and angry ever since the night of the Spring Play. Roy had just been assuming that Duncan had always harbored a secret desire to act, and losing the lead to Stevie Ray (last year's Best Actor and, according to Duncan, a "gay little nerd") had been tough on him.

Duncan spun around with a snarl, grabbing another beer off of the twelve-pack.

"You keep wasting those brewskis," Charles warned Duncan with a glower, "and I'm gonna have to cut you off."

"You can try, fuck-face!" Duncan stepped up to Charles, who met his angry gaze with a steely glare of his own. The testosterone was palpable.

"Boys! Boys!" Coach Zucker pushed the two young men apart. "Save it for the game Friday!"

Charles cast a final glare towards his teammate and sat back down, staring into the fire. There were quite a few reasons he didn't care for Duncan, chief of which was the fact that the prick was dating his sister. Charles didn't trust any guy that was probably banging his sister. That just Wasn't Cool, man.

Coach Zucker grabbed Duncan by the arm. "Now, what's gotten into you, boy? You're late to practice, you haven't been giving it your 110%, your War face is more of a Murder face, and worst of all, your grades are dropping. You're a huge asset to the team, Duncan, but I can't keep bullying all your teachers into passing you. I have twelve other boys to take care of, and most of them are dumber than you!"

"Yeah!" Roy agreed.

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