The showers were steaming and the boys were talking about the new second string freshman quarterback, Tino, who was showering seductively singing to himself. “I wanna dance with somebody….with somebody who…worships me,” he grinned and soaped his back side.
The boys continued gossiping, “So that’s Tina Novac’s little brother?”
“Yes,” Winston peeped around the lockers and glanced at Tino showering.
“Man, Tina is a bitch,” one of the boys reminisced.
“Was a bitch,” another player corrected. “Tina was a bitch.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Freddy, the senior running back, commented. “He’s good.”
The boys were interrupted, “Ah, I’m a wet dream looking like a daydream,” Tino dried off a little and then let his towel fall to the ground, walking over to the group of guys. “What are you talking about? Me, I would suppose,” Tino looked over to Winston.
“Why don’t you put some clothes on,” Winston stepped out of the pack and in front of Tino.
“Awe, I’m making the star quarterback uncomfortable. Come on, toughen up,” Tino winked at the other guys, they laughed at his playfulness. Tino then leaned into Winston’s ear, “Tick. Tick. Tick.”
“Why are you ticking in my ear?" Winston moved away.
TIno whispered, “Your death clock is counting down.” Tino looked at the other guys and laughed, they laughed with him “Come on, loosen up Winnie.” Tino walked away, slapping his bare back side.
Winston jumped into his truck. Freddy ran up to the driver side, “What’s up with you? It’s pretty obvious you’re jealous of the freshman."
“Suspicious, not jealous,” Winston spoke with haste and frustration.
“Suspicious of what?” Freddy leaned into the truck. He laughed, “That he has a crush on you.”
“No, he wants to kill me,” Winston looked at Freddy gravely.
“Why think that?” Freddy tried to shrug it off.
“Because, he said he was going to.” Winston peered over to TIno across the parking lot who was leering back at him. “I caused Tina’s suicide.”
“This isn't good for team morale.” Freddy turned back and saw Tino staring.