Story: Beginning Part 4
[[Continuity Note: I bet you can guess this picks up right where we left off]]
Alf was too preoccupied with this new worry to notice the evil smirk of a man about to get his revenge on Rock's face.
He could do this, Alf thought. Sure he'd be bound to get into trouble afterwards, but that would just be another part of his punishment. And maybe he could do it without anyone noticing. How he'd manage that, he wasn't certain. After all, the only way he could think of was to loosen the principal's belt and if he got caught doing that it would not be pleasant. His face heated up at the thought of getting caught loosening the principal's belt. That would be beyond a nightmare.
And then Alf pondered the ethics of the situation. After all, Principal Porter had never done anything so awful. He was just a man who did his job. Rock probably had some sort of personal vendetta against him, since he was known as a 'bad boy' and was therefore the first suspect in any campus crime. Well, that sorted out why Rock would do it, but why should Alf?
Then again, surely the exposure of what would probably be a decent pair of underwear (and Alf shut his eyes mentally praying that he wouldn't begin to imagine the variety of underwear one's headmaster would be wearing. That was definitely not part of the plan) would be harmless? Harmless to the principal himself, potentially psychologically scarring for the rest of the school. But the effects could be farther reaching than even Alf anticipated. And he didn't want to get caught up in a bigger mess. Rock probably didn't even expect him to do it.
Despite the fact that Alf was 98% sure that he wasn't even going to attempt to pull down the Principal's pants in assembly that day, there was that part of him that niggled, he'd basically promised Rock. And what would Rock do if he didn't do it? Whatever that was, it couldn't be any worse than accomplishing the task, could it?
"Hey Alf," Damien greeted his friend just as they met for lunch. "What's this I hear about you pulling down Principal P's pants this arvo?"
Alf looked at his friend, wondering how he knew. "Who'd you hear that from?"
"Chris and Mark and them. A whole bunch of them thought it was really funny. No one thinks you'll do it, though."
Alf found a fingernail between his teeth before he even realised he'd moved his hand. "No way."
"Where'd this rumour start, anyway?"
"Rock kind of, dared me to do it," Alf admitted.
Immediately, Damien had his danger face on. "Rock? Well then you have to do it. He must've told everyone. It'll be social suicide if you don't. I mean, I heard Alyssa Marx saying that she'd kiss you if you did it. That's how much everyone reckons you won't."
Alf sank to the ground, leaning against his backpack half-heartedly. Damien squatted beside him.
"You are going to do it, right?"
"Right," Alf muttered weakly, with a defeated nod of the head. "I'm going to get into so much trouble for this."
"It's a matter of life or death," Damien stated. "You have no choice."
[[And so ends that scene. My word count is pitifully low. I really need to work on that.]]
posted by Cedric @ 12:26 pm
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