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wall of an empty building. Jacob silently watched as the events unfolded.
    “You little fuck! You got me in trouble with Nick!”
    “I didn't tell—”
    “Shut the fuck up!” Matthew shouted as he slammed me against the wall again.
    “Dude, let him go. Nick has this kid's back now,” Jacob reminded him as he looked around.
    “Fuck Nick! That bitch isn’t around here!”
    Matthew turned to me. He looked like a deranged psychopath.
    “I'm going to beat the shit out of you! But first, I'm going to tear your fucking faggot ass apart. I'm going to show you how a real man fucks!”
    He rubbed his genitals over my right leg and moved upwards. Suddenly, I felt his hard penis against my soft one. I was petrified. Tears poured out of my eyes. My entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. Suddenly, Jacob took off running. He left me alone with that crazy monster. After Matthew punched me in the stomach, I hit the ground hard. I was going to die.
    “WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU!?”
    I looked up. It was Nick. He was scowling and pointing at Matthew. Matthew stepped forward and spoke to him defiantly.
    “Fuck you, asshole! You think you're hot shit because you're the star quarterback!? You're nothing more than a piece of shit like this fuck here!”
    Matthew pointed at me at the end of his sentence. Suddenly, he lunged at Nick. Nick quickly moved out of the way and kneed him in the stomach. Then, he connected his fist with Matthew's lower jaw. Matthew flew backwards and fell on the ground. Before he could do anything else, Nick kicked his stomach. He sat on top of him and savagely punched his face. It was a side of Nick I had never seen before in my life. It was his dark side. He kept punching Matthew like a wild animal on crack. That is the only way I could describe him. He looked like a deranged beast. When I managed to stand, I hurled myself at Nick and I tried to push him away from Matthew. It was useless; Nick was still going at him.
    “Nick! Baby! Please! Stop it! Please! You're going to kill him! Please!” I shouted while I tried to get him off Matthew.
    Honestly, he could have killed Matthew, but I didn’t want Nick to go to jail or become a murderer on account of me. I continued to push Nick away from Matthew until he finally heard me. He glanced at me and stood up. I was still hugging him when I looked down on Matthew. His face was swollen and blood stained his shirt.
    “Motherfucker! Touch him again and I'll fucking kill you!”
    “Nick, please! Let's go!” I shouted as I continued to hold him off.
    In reality, there was no way I could hold Nick off when he went psycho. I was merely in his way. He could have easily pushed me aside, but Nick was not going to hurt me. He promised me that.
    Nick nodded. He grabbed my wrist and we ran to his sports car. I turned to look at Matthew. He was trying to sit up. He was going to be okay; he was another jock like Nick. Matthew could take it like a man, even if he wasn’t one.
    We jumped into Nick's car and sped down the street. We were a few blocks away from my house when Nick came to a sudden stop. I noticed that he was still fuming with rage. We didn’t say a word to each other. After a few minutes of complete silence, I glanced at him. He held his chin with his hand and stared blankly ahead, deep in thought. Suddenly, he punched the steering wheel. His action made me jumped. Nick turned to me.
    “I'm sorry, John. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at that lowlife piece of shit!”
    Nick turned to face the end of the street again. I began to play with my fingers instead. I tried to come up with something to tell him, but nothing came to mind. Nick continued to breathe deeply for a few more minutes until he calmed down. He turned to me with a smile.
    “You should try out for the football team. None of the guys try to tackle me when I have the ball.”
    We laughed.
    “I can see why,” I answered, smiling. Nick chuckled. “Thank you for saving me again,