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His teammates Roy and Charles looked up from the campfire at him, confused and alarmed by his sudden outburst. It was an expression that Roy wore particularly well. All three young men were wearing their navy-blue varsity football jerseys over faded blue jeans, the unofficial uniform of the team when they were 'off duty'. The three boys were out on a weekend hunting trip with Coach Zucker, but so far all they'd bother to catch was a twelve-pack of Natty Ice. That being the usual way things worked out, neither Roy nor Charles knew what had upset the the tight-end so.

"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.

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