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The Savages - 1x02: The Devil's Protégé

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PreviouslyOnTheSavages

Trae Ventura, and his gang, The Savages, attempt to recruit new members to bolster their popularity, and create a movement against the school environment. The group, however, competes with different cliques: The Jocks, the Red Hot Cheer Peppers, The Sexxx Symbols, and The Moneybags, who continue to torment and belittle The Savages. Meanwhile, the Savages recruit Gina, Trae’s best friend, but Sydney doesn’t like her – she proves this by placing a wedge between Gina and Alex’s bond. Joe is also a new member who is determined to steal Trae’s throne in the Savages.

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The day was warmer than usual for a September day – it felt like summer, even though autumn had already started. Despite the beautiful, serene, sunny weather, tensions began to raise high on the football field. The Red Hot Cheer Peppers and the Jocks prepared for their first game of the season, but discordancy continued for both groups.

The football team gathered up in a circle, while Coach Radnor stood in the middle. “All right, you puny, putrid pussycats, game time is in less than 2 days. I know you guys think I’m too hard on you – I really don’t care – but it’s time to kick ass.”

Rufus King wore his black and red helmet, listening to the lecture from Radnor. He looked at Zachary Foxx, who seemed determined, but ostracized from the bunch. Rufus knew he was a good kid, but he was concerned about his relationship with the other jocks.

“Nichols, this time, instead of looking at the mirror, look at the friggin’ ball,” Radnor stated.

“I have to look sexy when I play football,” Vik chuckled. Brian Gustin gave him a serious glare, nudging him. Vik glanced briefly at Brian before Coach Radnor continued to speak.

“For all of you, get your crap together or gladly take the option of running 40 laps around the field after practice,” Radnor stated in a strict, austere tone. The jocks developed a small circle in the center of the football field, put their hands together and raised them up while chanting, “Redhawks!”

Zachary walked uncertainly to Coach Radnor, taking a large gulp before interrogating him. “Coach, what do you want me to do?”

“Stay on the bench if we need you,”

Zachary didn’t completely expect that type of answer, feeling a sense of discouragement, he replied, “But I’ve been on the bench for weeks, Coach, I want to get out on the field.”

Radnor walked closer to Zachary, “WHEN we need you, now sit down.”

He walked away, leaving Zach isolated. Brian and Vik made their way towards him, provoking him in a humorous way. Vik patted Zachary’s back, giving a sarcastic remark and facial expression. Zach never seemed to cooperate with the other jocks--that was his issue. The more isolated he felt, the less popular he was in the clique.

“Don’t worry, Foxx, you can always be the waterboy,” Vik said sarcastically. Brian laughed beside Vik as they walked away, and Brian mumbled, “Weirdo.”

Zachary didn’t want to confront them – even though they continued to make his experience as a football player a living hell. Zach did what he was told by Radnor, sighed and sat down.

Meanwhile, The Red Hot Cheer Peppers continued to feel irritated by Sena’s harsh behavior. The male and female teachers all stood while Sena paced around them.

“If we screw up, we’re all screw-ups, and we know that the only screw-up on this team is Apocalypse.”

“Alyssa—” Alyssa knew Sena was referring to her, but Sena immediately yelled at her.

“Shut up, Alopecia!”

A male cheerleader snickered, while the cheerleaders tried their hardest not to laugh. Alyssa crossed her arms. Lily watched Sena, disgusted with her attitude.

“Don’t you have anything else better to do than pick on a little girl almost half your age?” Lily stood up to Alyssa, even though she didn’t like Alyssa either. Alyssa looked up, amazed by Lily’s defense.

Sena chuckled briefly and turned around to Lily, “Gossip Girl, I don’t like your tone.”

“I don’t like the raccoon on your head,” Lily insulted her hairstyle, “But that’s not my fault.”

The cheerleaders gasped, while the girls “oohed.” Sena was offended by her comment—she walked slowly towards Lily as if she’d hit her.

“What are you gonna do? Hit me?” Lily seemed unaffected by Sena’s approach, smirking carelessly, and glaring deeply at Sena’s light blue eyes.

Sena spoke softly, “I’m not going to hit you, at least not yet. We’ll have a talk after practice.”

“What makes you think I want to talk to you?” Lily scoffed, “We’re all just tired of your rude comments towards the team. No one on this team needs your negativity, especially when you’re the captain.”

Sena turned to everyone, “Well, everyone… Am I rude?”

It was silent, everyone attempted to look away. Lily looked at everyone, disappointed. The cheerleaders knew Sena had the power to do anything to get a person kicked off of the team. Lily cared less – she was disgusted with how scared the cheerleaders were.

“I guess it’s only you, Lily,” Sena smiled. “Now, we’re GOING to kick ass at this game, regardless of how much you hate me or not. If you don’t want to be on this team, you and Amazon.com can leave.”

“It’s—” Alyssa, once again, attempted to repeat her name correction, but Sena interrupted.

 “Are we clear?” Sena asked Lily, who replied with a smirk on her face. “Clear.”

Sena walked away from Lily and Alyssa, continuing to yell, “All right, get a move on it, bitches.”

The cheerleaders began to prepare for their performance for their routines, while the football team prepared for the game.

Lily narrated, I want to snatch her.

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The rest of that day, The Savages sat in their headquarters—the courtyard—enjoying their relaxation. Gina, however, had sat far apart from everyone. Alex gave Gina one glance, but when Gina looked back, she immediately rolled her eyes and looked at her cellphone. Alex was still confused with the unusual silent treatment. One question that surrounded Alex’s mind was: What did I do?

He thought he was a pretty down-to-earth guy, even Gina told him that. The sudden ignorance made Alex concerned about himself.

Trae received a notification on his phone as it vibrated in his pocket, while he talked to Carl and Joe about Nicki Minaj’s album, The Pinkprint. He grabbed the phone and realized it was another notification from Dirty Dan Daniels. Not only did he receive a text message from him on Kik, saying Bby, why aren’t u tlking 2 me? :((, he received an inappropriate picture of his buttocks.

Trae groaned, “Ugh, Dirty Dan keeps trying to hit on me on Kik.”

Joe looked at Trae, chuckling, while Sydney had walked to him near the picnic tables.

Sydney replied, “Well, why don’t you just block him?”

“I don’t want to do that, and he’d be on me even more,” Trae sighed.

Joe began to tease Trae, “Maybe he’s in love with you.”

“I already told you before, Joe, he only likes me because of my looks, not because of who I am.” Trae shrugged.

Trae had noticed Dirty Dan from afar, after joking and interacting with his clique, Liam and Glenn.

 

The Sexxx Symbols had stood, while Dirty Dan continued to look at Trae. “He’s playing hard to get.”

Glenn had chuckled, “You should change your name to Desperate Dan, dude. You’re crazy for that guy.”

“Yeah,” Liam chuckled. “He’s not even that hot. He has a huge schnoz, and he looks like E.T.”

Dan scoffed, “You don’t think anyone is hot; I don’t know how you’re a sex symbol.”

“It’s literally not my fault that I’m attracted to hairy bears—they’re just my type,” Liam shrugged.

Glenn shook his head and nudged Liam, “Seriously, Dan, just go to him.”

“I tried that, and he still avoids me,” Dan shrugged.

“Just act natural,” Glenn smiled.

“Natural,” Dan cleared his throat and nodded his head. He walked confidently towards the Savages.

“Natural my ass,” Liam chuckled and responded to Glenn. “There is totally nothing natural about him except for the piece of equipment in between his legs.”

Glenn shrugged his shoulders and responded, “Good point.”

 

Trae, alongside the Savages, sat in their designed spots in the courtyard, and noticed Dirty Dan’s close proximity to their area. Trae became irritated—he sighed as he looked at Sydney to ask a question.

“Why is he coming over here?” Trae asked.

Sydney shrugged and replied, “Beats me.”

“He probably wants to make a Sean Cody film with you,” Nate chuckled.

Trae looked at Nate and groaned, “Shut up.”

“He looks 30,” Gina said innocently. Alex had chuckled at her statement, while Gina glanced at him with a serious expression. Alex stopped laughing and looked away.

Dirty Dan finally faced The Savages, boldly greeting them. “Good morning, savages.”

As Trae looked away from Dan, trying not to stare nor talk to him, Joe, Carl, Nate, Sydney, Alex, and Gina’s arms were folded, and Carl replied, “Sup?”

“And good morning to you too, Trae,” Dirty Dan said, giving off a flirtatious vibe and tone.

“It was a good morning until you came over here. What do you want, Daniel?”

“Ooh, full name? How feisty,” Dan continued to irritate Trae, who repeated his question with strong emphasis and short pauses between each word.

“What do you want?”

Dan chuckled and sighed, “Well, I’m just curious to know why you’re avoiding my messages and my calls?”

“I’m pretty sure we talked about this last week,” Trae said calmly and sarcastically.

Dan sighed and responded, “If you’re angry at me about last month—”

“Oh no, no, of course not,” Trae continued to be sarcastic. “I have to respect that you’re a Sexxx Symbol, not “boyfriend” material, right?”

Dan pulled Trae aside from The Savages, who followed them. Trae sighed as Dan began to explain and defend himself.

“I know that you’re upset about what happened between us, but just think—I already had a boyfriend—”

Trae interrupted his sentence, “Lie.”

Dan had attempted to continue his statement, “—and well, you were dating someone at the time too and—”

“Another lie,” Trae once again interrupted.

“I mean, we weren’t officially dating, and besides, it’s not like I mistreated you. Am I right or am I right?”

“Dan, I was stupid enough to believe that you could be in a relationship with me,” Trae stated. “You bumped almost all of the guys in this school, Mr. Tatum, who quit his job because of you, you slept with the mailman, a Home Depot cashier, a married man, and you’ve probably slept with a Chihuahua for all I know.”

The Savages looked at each other and snickered from afar, while Dan was listening to Trae’s confrontational statement.

“And not to mention, you stripped for a guy that I highly despise,” Trae continued. “And you must be insane if you think I’m going to get on my knees for you AND forget what you did just because you approach me with lame excuses, thirsty pictures, and a fake Polo shirt.”

The Savages, mostly Joe, Gina, Carl, and Sydney, were laughing hysterically. Dan was amazed by Trae’s comment, and he folded his muscular arms together, responding.

“So, it’s like that?”

“Damn skippy—deuces!” Trae said, pushing himself away. Carl came to Trae’s defense, confronting him and encouraging him to stay away from Trae.

“That’s right, cause if you mess with my bro again, you’re gonna have to deal with C-Murder. I chop down trees,” Carl said.

Dan scoffed, his eyes immediately stuck on Carl. However, he found a way to intrigue Carl, asking him, “You want to go on a date?”

“Sure!” Carl’s tone immediately changed. He smiled fervently. Trae’s eyes widened as he noticed the ironic moment.

“Meet you at 8:oo tonight,” Dan winked at Carl, who blushed immediately after he walked away. The Savages angrily looked at Carl; it was silent and awkward at that moment.

Carl felt guilty, he replied, “Well, he asked me on a date, and I couldn’t turn down a possible opportunity. What else was I supposed to do? He’s damn good looking.”

 “Well, good, you can take him, Carl,” Trae truthfully didn’t care.

Alex walked to Trae and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, “Don’t worry, man, you deserve better than that douchebag.”

“Yeah, Trizzy,” Sydney said. “You should go on a date yourself.”

“It has to be the right place, right time, and the right person,” Trae shrugged. “There isn’t a princess or knight in shining armor around here.”

“I thought you were gay?” Nate asked.

Trae gnarled at Nate, who jumped away, “Sorry, I was just curious.”

“Flip the script, then, Trae,” Alex replied.

Trae looked at Alex, “The hell do I look like asking somebody on a date?”

“How do you think I got my first date?” Sydney asked.

“Chokehold,” Trae succinctly replied. The Savages began laughing, while Sydney felt somewhat angered.

“Hardy har har har!” Sydney mocked, and rolled her eyes.

 

FLASHBACK: In an empty classroom, a boy with an adorable appearance, thick glasses, brown hair and a plaid shirt, Sydney was behind him. The boy was taken aback by her sneaky approach as he could barely breathe.

“Go on the Sock Hop with me or I’ll crack your esophagus in HALF!” Sydney yelled.

The helpless boy could barely talk, “Okay, okay.”

 

Sydney shook her head, “That’s not even true, stop laughing!”

Trae finished laughing, along with the Savages, and replied, “Anyway, Alex, Joe, Sydney, and Gina, are you still up for the movies tonight?”

“Hell yeah,” Alex yelled out, while the others nodded their heads.

“As long as it isn’t The Avengers,” Gina said. “Overrated.”

“Wait, movies? What about me?” Nate had stood up.  

“Of course you can come, but you have to bring extra money, Nate,” Alex said. “These were last minute decisions.”

“Are you sure you want to come, Nate?” Trae asked.

Nate had looked at the four and nodded his head, “No. I just realized I have to study for tomorrow’s exam.”

“Who the hell studies anymore?” Sydney said, but afterwards, she shrugged carelessly. “Suit yourself, kid. See you guys.”

The rest of the Savages left, leaving Joe and Nate alone. Nate felt ostracized at that point; they weren’t usually making dates without him. He felt like an outsider, someone who didn’t feel like a piece to the puzzle. He was the secretary, but he felt ordinary. He walked away from the courtyard.

Joe gave certain glances, as if he was confused, or somewhat scheming to stir the pot. Joe knew what he would do, giving a smirk.

Joe began to narrate: Poor Nate, an Osbourne ostracized by an overbearing duo. If I was leader of this group, I’d give him all the attention he’d want. Power is a value that we must use wisely; Trae and Sydney fail to use it the way they should. Like I said before, without me, this group would flop big time. I guess you can say, I have a way with words.

FLASHBACK #1: Joe, since he was a little infant, was always the daredevil. He knew that he’d get what he wanted if he took matters into his own hands. At pre-school, in addition, Joe sat by himself, with blue overalls over a Bob the Builder T-shirt. He stood up to another little boy, who played with colored Lego blocks.

As the boy continued to build a tower, Joe knocked it down with his shoe. The little boy looked up and yelled, “Hey! I was playing with that!”

“It’s my turn, you asshole!” Joe said angrily.

The boy ran away, crying to another teacher. “Ms. Turner, Ms. Turner, Joe messed with my blocks!”

Ms. Turner walked to Joe, sighing. “Joe, that wasn’t a nice thing to do. Apologize to Andrew.”

“I’m sorry,” Joe said, with a long pause. “That your mother eats shit!”

The boy cried, and Ms. Turner was in awe because of his profanity, and rudeness.

 

Joe narrated, I was a complete jerk when I was younger, and I loved it. I’m a good manipulator—I’ve dealt with a bunch of gullible tightwads here and there. I’m sure Nate isn’t as smart, I mean, he thinks he’s related to the Osbournes. If I want to take Trae’s throne, Plan A must be in effect.

Joe’s thoughts left a big smile on his face, “Taking candy from a baby.”

He walked his way home, departing from the school.

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After football practice, Zach, alongside Brian, Vik, Rufus, and Matt, his “so-called” friends, entered the steamy, humid, sweaty locker room. The one thing Zach couldn’t handle every week is staring at his teammates, sweaty, muscular—or too damn attractive for him. The guys, Rufus, Brian, Vik, and Matt, began to talk about their plans.

Brian was shirtless, with the rest of his body wrapped in a tight red and black towel, representing the school colors.

“Hey, Slick, it’s Friday—you know what that means, don’t ya?” Brian asked fervently. Slick Vik looked back quickly.

Brian and Vik yelled out in unison, “Booty Grab!”

The two gave each other a high five and a brief grab on each other’s buttocks. Matt chuckled, “Booty Grab? You mean Perv Night?”

Vik nudged Matt, “Hey man, you can’t criticize sexiness!”

“Sure,” Matt said sarcastically, after taking his jersey and football gear off, briefly bare-chested.

Matt continued to respond, “Well, while Beavis and Butthead over here play Sexual Harassment for the night, Ruf and I will be playing Call of Duty until midnight.”

Rufus nodded his head and gave Matt a fist pound. Zach, intrigued with the occasion, stood up to Matt and Rufus, “Call of Duty? Can I join in?”

Matt looked at him with uncertainty, “Dude, the Kiddie Arcade is right around the corner.”

Brian and Vik snickered, laughing at Matt’s remark from afar, while Zach sighed and looked down to the ground.

Rufus shook his head, “Guys, cut it out—Zach, of course you can come. Do you have an extra XBOX 360 controller? If not, I’ll give you my other one.”

“No, it’s fine,” Zach said pitifully. “I have something else to do anyway.”

Vik had chuckled as he approached Zach, “Oh Zach, Zach, Zach Attack. I believe that it’s hard for you to understand that you’re just a runt of the litter.”

Zach felt humiliated, discouraged—offended by Vik’s metaphorical remark.

“Unlike the rest of us, you’re the non-factor. You’re not like us, and you’ll never be, just realize that, buddy,” Vik continued.

Brian put on the rest of his clothes, wearing a tracksuit. He added on to the mockery, “And by the way, we left some rubber ducks in the shower for ya. Enjoy!”

Brian had grabbed Zach’s butt, as part of the “Booty Grab” Friday trend, and laughed alongside Matt and Vik. Rufus was irritated, “Cut it out!”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Rufus was considerate, calm, and more respectful to Zach, who immediately declined his offer.

“I’m fine, just go,” Zach said. Rufus sighed and departed from the locker room.

Zach could hear the conversations continuing, as Rufus briefly defended Zach. “You guys are such asses, leave him alone.”

“Seriously, he’s such a loser. I don’t know why he’s on the team. He’ll never fit in.” Vik had replied from afar. Rufus sighed as he walked back into the locker room.

Zach became gradually infuriated—he stood up, snatched his towel and slammed his locker as he entered the showers. Zach continued to hear the insults repeated inside his head. He wasn’t what every jock thought he was; he was everyone’s ordinary jock who didn’t really have any issue with anyone.

In the showers, Zach began to sing, “I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son. I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son.”

“I don't have to be anyone other than the birth of two souls in one. Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from.”

After Zach gets out of the shower, he angrily puts on his clothes, and slamming his locker door. He exited out of the locker room and into the hallway, walking aggressively towards the doors.

“I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do, or who I'm supposed to be. I don't want to be anything other than me.”

“I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn. I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn. I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn. Am I the only one who noticed? I can't be the only one who's learned!”

Zach watched a large amount of students passing him by without notice; as he stood there, he continued to sing, “I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do, or who I'm supposed to be. I don't want to be anything other than me.”

“Can I have everyone's attention please? If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave,” Zach states.

“I came from the mountain, the crust of creation, my whole situation -- made from clay to stone, and now I'm telling everybody.”

“I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do, or who I'm supposed to be. I don't want to be anything other than meeeee.”

Zach repeats, “I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do, or who I'm supposed to be. I don't want to be anything other than me.”

Zach stood in the courtyard alone. It was empty, and everyone had left for home. Zach sighed and walked home.

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Trae was typing a story. There is one thing Trae adored and dreamed of—becoming an author, a writer, or a journalist. He had the vocabulary, the ideas, and the opinions. He wasn’t as afraid to explain his perspective on certain topics. It was his skill. His creative ideas, however, were ruined by Trae’s ringtone, loudly playing.

As soon as Trae saw “Dirty Dan” on his cellphone, he groaned with anger. “Damn.”

Trae sighed and answered the phone, “Hello. You have reached the voicemail of Trae Ventura. I am not horny right now so please leave the message after the tone.”

He hung up the phone and groaned.

Trae, on Microsoft Word, began to type in, front and center.

THE DEVIL’S PROTÉGÉ by Trae Ventura

Chapter One

I was the child of an angel – a child unaware of life’s detriments. I never knew that this horrific thing called life would introduce me to someone so dangerous. His rough hands caressed me, encouraging me to go to the darker side. He knew the inner bad guy was inside of me; he confided in me. He helped me become who I am today – the devil’s advocate…

 

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Mondaysavages

The next morning, the skies were overcast, and the weather was humid. Joe opened up his locker and grabbed his items for his first class. School wouldn’t start for 10 minutes, but he didn’t care. He discovered Nate, who looked unusually pale, sad, and irritated as he entered the school building. Joe smiled briefly, believing this moment would be a great opportunity to take his plan into action.

Nate stood at his locker, grabbing his Under Armor backpack from the floor. Joe had walked behind him and began to speak.

“Are you rocking the Black Sabbath look or are you just depressed?” Joe asked him.

Nate turned around immediately, “What are you talking about?”

“I know I’m new to the Savages and all, but when I see tension, I see tension,” Joe replied. He was intimating there’s tension in the Savages, even though there was barely any at all.

“What tension?”

“Perhaps I should cut the bullsh*t—you feel left out, neglected, or alienated,” Joe assumed. “Because you didn’t go to the movies with us on Friday, you probably feel like you aren’t a part of the group.”

“That’s not true,” Nate shrugged. “The Savages don’t have to all hang out every day.”

Joe looked at Nate, testing his emotions. “Last week, you’ve been depressed the day I joined and you know it.”

“For your information, Joe Bender, I am a strong person, and I don’t need people like you to tell me who I am. You don’t really know me.”

“I know you’re Trae and Sydney’s puppet,” Joe replied straightforward. “Everything they ask you to do, you do it. Yet, they never respect who you are as a person.”

“That’s not true,” Nate attempted to deny it.

Joe scoffed, “You keep telling yourself that, but I bet you’re sick of those two, making you run back and forth, and when you make that accomplishment, you don’t even get a pat on your back. The only thing you get is a “shut up” whenever you say something.”

“I’m the secretary, that’s my job.”

“But wouldn’t you like to feel like a true member?” Joe continued to manipulate Nate, his tone, however, seemed intriguing to Nate. “Picture yourself in Sydney or Trae’s spot. How great would it be if you had been the leader of the Savages?”

Nate began to think about it—he chuckled at the thought, “It would be sort of great, actually.”

“Here’s my suggestion,” Joe had wrapped his left arm around Nate and began to walk away from his locker. “If you stick around with me, in no time, Trae and Sydney might see potential in you.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I’m like Raven, I see into the future,” Joe said. In his mind, however, he knew this plan would benefit him more than it would benefit Nate.

My future, Joe had thought.

Nate chuckled, while Joe continued to speak, “You just need a little guidance to help you get where you want to be. Consider me your guardian angel.”

At that point, Nate garnered a bit of trust in Joe—he knew Joe seemed sneaky before, but it was like Joe read his mind. Nate felt really ostracized by Trae and Sydney; before Joe and Gina joined, the team felt more tight-knit. Nate tried so hard to deny that he felt controlled by Trae and Sydney, but he knew it was true.

It was time for Nate to shine, he thought. Joe, on the other hand, felt like Nate was too gullible. Joe had Nate right where he wanted him and he hoped his plan would succeed.

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Trae and Alex were in the cafeteria, conversing with each other as they grabbed their lunch trays. Alex was concerned; Gina continued to give him the silent treatment, their friendship was short-term, unusual, and Alex felt very confused.

“She won’t talk to me anymore, dude,” Alex said. The two made their way across each food section.

Trae shrugged, “That’s how Gina is, man. Once you push her limit, she’ll avoid you for a long time.”

‘That’s my issue, though,” Alex responded. “I didn’t do anything wrong. She thinks that I’m in a relationship with another girl.”

“Why would she think that?” Trae chuckled. “It’s not like you wanted to date her or anything, right?”

It was silent at that moment. Trae had looked at Alex, stunned by his serious facial expressions and laughed, “Alex, you haven’t dated anyone since that Marisol chick you always cry to me about.”

“Marisol is different, okay?” Alex became defensive. “Marisol dumped me because she wanted to move to Los Angeles with her Chihuahua. It still breaks my heart.”

“It was 10 years ago, man,” Trae rolled his eyes. “Besides, Gina is hard to get with.”

Alex scoffed, “I only asked her to go out to the movies, and then she asked why I didn’t ask Sydney.”

Trae snickered, “Oh damn, she got Gina good.”

Alex was confused, he was uncertain of the background of Gina’s anger. “What do you mean?”

“The boyfriend stunt,” Trae replied. “Even I know that stunt. Sydney probably must have told Gina that she’s with you.”

“Why the hell would Sydney do that?” Alex asked with anger.

Trae shook his head, “If Syd doesn’t get her way, she would do anything to manipulate people into believing stuff. I guess she wasn’t so happy with Gina joining the Savages, and she noticed you and her getting buddied up. That’s my theory.”

“Well, if I tell Gina that Sydney is lying, she probably won’t believe me,” Alex said.

Trae sighed, “Alex, man, take it easy. She’s new in this movement. Just give her more time to adapt and then you can try to befriend her.”

“I guess you’re right,” Alex said.

Trae and Alex walked over to Carl, who anticipated their approach to the lunch table. Alex had sat next to Carl, while Trae sat across from them.

“What’s up, Dateless in Seattle?” Carl had replied, as a joke towards Trae. Alex had chuckled and laughed at the reference.

Trae shook his head and briefly shown his middle finger, “Let’s not get to me. Let’s get to you. How was your “date”?”

Carl sighed before he responded--he rolled his eyes and said, “Horrible.”

 

FLASHBACK: In Dirty Dan’s bedroom, Carl and Dan were passionately kissing each other. Dan’s muscular hands gently stroked Carl’s body.

Instead of having movie and dinner, he wanted to make a movie and he was my dinner.

As the two continued to kiss, Carl could feel Dan’s hands slip down, as he unzipped. What Carl felt in his hand immediately forced him to jump.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Carl was stunned.

 

Trae and Alex looked at Carl in shock as he continued to speak. “I lied and claimed I had to go to the bathroom. The good thing was, the bathroom had a window. I took my ass out of there.”

“Kudos to you, Carl,” Trae replied. “You didn’t get stuck in the trap.”

“But that amphibian inside of his—”

Trae groaned, embarrassed at Carl’s reference, “You really called it an amphibian though. Stop, Carl.”

“A little too far?”

“Damn skippy,” Trae and Alex said in unison.

Carl scoffed, “Where is everybody?”

“Sydney said she’s cutting lunch, but I don’t know why. Gina’s tutoring someone for her lunch break, and Joe and Nate are nowhere in sight,” Trae shrugged.

“Do you guys really trust Joe?” Carl asked.

“I’m between a rock and a hard place when it comes to him,” Trae shrugged.

Alex had replied immaturely, chuckling while he responded, “A rock and a hard place. Ha, how freaky.”

Trae kicked Alex under the table, “I mean, I think he’s a good fit, but I just don’t trust his instincts, you know?”

“He’s a little cute,” Carl shrugged, stating his honest opinion. Alex had turned around and sighed.

“You think everyone is cute,” Alex said.

“Your point?” Carl took a sip from his juice box, and Trae continued the conversation.

“Well, I’m giving him a chance; The Savages were created to make a point, and I guess he advocates this school revolt we’re going to assemble pretty soon.”

“We just have to find the right amount of people,” Alex replied.

Trae nodded his head, “True.”

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The Red Hot Cheer Peppers brought the most energy out of a dreary day. Outside of the football field, the girls amassed in a large circle. A cheerleader began to start a chant, while recording the video on her iPhone.

“Everybody say sausage, keep it going!” The cheerleader yelled.

The cheerleaders all began to stomp their feet, while one cheerleader named Angelika, chanted, “Eggs, bacon, grits…”

The cheerleaders yelled, “Sausage!”

Another cheerleader chanted, “I’m a skinny chick but I still take the…”

They yelled, “Sausage!”

“I’m a cheerleader, so I split on the…”

“Sausage!”

The Moneybags watched them from afar, embarrassed and disgusted. Felix crossed his arms, while he, Kyler and Cass sat at a picnic table. Felix sighed, “Our generation is so tragic.”

A random cheerleader continued to chant, “I’m a redhead but I still take the...”

“Sausage!”

“I’m a gay dude, so I still take the…”

“Sausage!”

A set of identical twins – the Tia and Tamera type, had yelled loudly, “We’re twins in this bitch, and we both like the…”

“Sausage!”

Lily had made her exit of her father’s car, waving, and she walked to the courtyard. When she noticed the cheerleaders performing, she was completely puzzled. Meanwhile, another cheerleader continued to chant.

The girl spoke incoherently, mumbling and the cheerleaders yelled, “Sausage!”

As soon as Alyssa chanted along, it was her turn. However, everyone stopped when a cheerleader yelled. “No, no, no!”

“Does she always have to ruin everything?” Angelika rolled her eyes. “This isn’t Hip-Hop Harry.”

“Shade,” Alyssa said randomly, as if she was unaware that the conversation was directly towards her.

“Arachnophobia, don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“It’s Alyssa,” she replied. “And no—why can’t I join in?”

The Red Hot Cheer Peppers separated from each other, and Sena had rolled her eyes. “Because you’re like 3,”

The cheerleaders were then silent as Lily approached them; it was tense and awkward, as if they knew that Lily was in trouble. Sena folded her arms, smiling, “Hey, Lily. We need to have a private conversation.”

Lily glared at Sena for a second and looked at the cheerleaders’ worrisome expressions. Lily had qualms about her position in the Red Hot Cheer Peppers. She looked back at Sena, who seemed calmer than usual.

Sena had pulled her aside, and Lily had many different thoughts in her mind. The first one was, I have a feeling I’m going to lose my mind. Sena began to give her a “pep talk,” as the two sat on the bleachers, far from the eavesdropping cheerleaders.

“What do you think she’s going to tell Lily?” Angelika asked another cheerleader.

“I don’t even know, but it’s going to be ugly.”

Sydney had stood outside on the bleachers—that was her thing. She enjoyed the fresh air, and not even that, she enjoyed watching the cheerleaders ridicule themselves on the football field. But what was going to happen, she was shocked of.

From afar, Lily had yelled out, “You bitch!”

Sydney turned around, spotting Lily from afar, verbally confronting Sena.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You’re not going to kick me out of the squad because of my attitude! Your attitude is just as funky as your breath.”

“Oh sh*t,” a cheerleader had whispered.

“What’s going on?” Alyssa walked in front of them, watching Lily’s confrontation.

“You’re a conniving, sneaky blue-eyed brat—this squad will be nothing without me. I’m the freaking heart of this squad. I do more work than you’ll EVER put in.”

Sena had watched Lily confront her—it was really no point of her responding. She seemed scared at first.

“I swear it’s taking me so much energy to get up and punch you right now.”

“Punch me?” Sena said sarcastically.

“D-d-did I stutter?” Lily replied. The cheerleaders snickered softly from afar.

“I’d highly prefer you punch your way out of here, because you’re never going to be on this squad.”

Lily lost her breaking point after Sena’s comment. “That’s it!”

As soon as her adrenaline pumped up, she found the audacity to grab Sena by her hair. Sena squealed helplessly, while Lily attempted to pull her hair.

“You rotten piece of—” Lily threw multiple punches on Sena’s head, and Sydney gasped in shock.

Sena found the power to retaliate, by grabbing Lily by her waist. The two tumbled down the bleachers slowly, while Sydney continued to look at them fight. A cheerleader continued to instigate the fight.

“Get her, get her ass, Lily. Get her ASS!” The cheerleader yelled out.

“Iesha!” Angelika yelled out, while the rest of the cheerleaders turned around to her.

Iesha looked back, “What? I’m just adding on to the fun, damn.”

“Beat her, Lily, beat herrrr!”

Sydney stood up and ran down the bleachers to break up the fight. Sydney pulled Lily back from Sena—Lily was unsure of who she was. Sena’s hair was almost ruined, and Lily continued to kick the air as Sydney pulled her back.

“Get off of me, Blondie!” Lily yelled, and Sydney pulled herself back.

“You’re never—” Sena spit some hair out from her mouth. “—going to be on this team again, you psycho.”

“I’ll show you psycho,” Lily grabbed a football that lied on the bleachers, and she tried to throw it at her. Sydney stopped her from doing so, and Lily suddenly complied.

“You and your friend can get the hell out of our practice,” Sena yelled.

“You and this practice can kiss my butt,” Lily turned around and shook it before she departed. She threw her cheerleading uniform, except for her skirt, down to the ground and spit on it. The other cheerleaders watched as she walked away and raised her middle finger.

“She’s a saint,” A random cheerleader said.

“Damn, she beat your ass,” Iesha had said to Sena.

“I don’t care. Get your asses back in position NOW!” Sena screamed. The cheerleaders complied, and Sydney had followed Lily to the cheerleaders’ locker room.

As everyone stood in position, Sena attempted to get herself together, she whispered, “Messed up my weave.”

_________________

Lily angrily vented to Sydney, despite the fact that they didn’t even know each other. Lily put on her regular shirt and jeans while Sydney sat on the stools hearing her talk. “For 2 years, I worked my ass off to be on that team. She’s pure evil. I was supposed to be captain of the Cheer Peppers until she came around.”

“Well, how did she get picked?”

“I was sick for a few days, I thought the Swine Flu came back,” Lily said. Sydney was bewildered. “And when I came back, apparently those fake, phony tramps chose her instead of me.”

“Perhaps they just chose her because you weren’t there?” Sydney offered a possible theory, but Lily wasn’t pleased.

“You’re not helping,” Lily said. “Who the hell are you anyway?”

“I’m Sydney Prescott, if you must know.”

“Lily Blossom,” she introduced herself without hesitation.

Sydney scoffed for a moment, “Seriously? Like My Little Pony?”

“My real name is Lily Valance, but people say I got it from The Outsiders because I look just like Cherry Valance, which is clearly a compliment because Diane Lane is like so awesome and the movie was just so awesome, and clearly I am so awesome, so it’s just awesome. My friends call me Lily Blossom because I’m awesome like Lily Blossom.”

It was silent--Lily’s rapid explanation left Sydney in confusion, as if the only word she heard was “awesome.”

Sydney replied, “Either I’m high as hell or you speak too fast for me.”

“When I’m mad as hell, I speak fast. I just wish you let me throw that football at that heifer. That cheerleading team has some of the fakest girls. They talk behind Sena’s back but they never say it to her face. They’re a punch of punks and I just want them to see that they’ll never have another Lily, at least not like me.”

Sydney had an idea—“I know how to help with that.”

“You do?” Lily turned around, curious about Sydney’s possible contribution. She seemed anxious to seek vengeance on the cheerleaders.

Sydney began to reply, “You remind me of another me.”

“I do?”

Sydney nodded her head, “I used to be just like you—a former cheerleader, Glee Club member; I was in everything until it was all taken away from me in a flash. I blacked out, I wanted to break things, I wanted to fight people. I still do those things, but—”

“I want to be like you,” Lily said desperately. “I don’t want to be daddy’s little princess. I want to be whoever you are.”

Sydney was content, “Well, if you follow my lead, you’ll be right on track, Lily Blossom.”

Lily looked confident; she was determined to break free from the Red Hot Cheer Peppers and enter high school with a new era, a new personality.

_________________

Joe sat in the auditorium with Nate—it was empty, and the spotlight had shone on the stage. The two sat in the chairs and began to converse. Nate was curious about Joe; he wanted to know as much as he could about whom he would put his trust into.

Nate began to speak, “Look, Joe, if you’re going to be my mentor or guidance, I need to know who you really are so I can trust you.”

“I don’t really talk about myself that much,” Joe replied. “There’s nothing really important about me, besides the fact that I have less filters than Instagram.”

“Corny comparison,” Nate said bluntly.

“So, what is so Savage about you, anyway?” Nate crossed his arms.

Joe had responded, “I guess you can say I’m just a firecracker. If someone lights me up, I’ll explode. People think I get super defensive when it comes to opinions, but that’s just me.”

“You don’t really seem like a Savage, you seem like just a belligerent military brat,” Nate shrugged. “But that’s just me.”

“I almost squashed someone’s balls off,” Joe said. “Is that Savage enough for you?”

Nate gulped and stuttered, “W-w-well, um, of course.”

“Now, let’s stop talking about Joe,” Joe continued, starting to change the subject, “Let’s talk about Nate.”

Nate sighed, “I don’t know. I guess I’m more of a follower than a leader. I have anger issues and I’m not the perfect one in the Savages.”

“You mean perfect like Trae or Sydney, even Alex,” Joe chuckled. “That’s true, you’re not.”

“Sometimes I just wish I would be acknowledged more. I stole clothes for Gina, encouraged Carl to get revenge on his teacher, and I even got into an argument with Watermelondrea after she tried to get at Sydney.”

 

FLASHBACK: There was a huge showdown—Nate had stood in front of Watermelondrea, whose hair was tied up and wrapped in a ponytail. Her pink hat was tilted to the side, with her pink Laguna Beach shirt and jeans almost tattered.

“How about you do all of us a favor and leave my friend alone,” Nate confronted. “You’re jealous of her, and it’s so obvious.”

Watermelondrea chuckled, and responded, “You really don’t want to mess with me, Eminem. I snatch weaves, purses, bracelets, shoes, IDs, credit cards, debit cards, Wal-Mart gift cards, Starbucks gift cards, Pokémon cards, Newport cigarettes, Trojans, and virginities.”

Nate, alongside Trae, Alex, and Carl, looked at each other in disbelief. Trae tried his hardest not to laugh, while Watermelondrea continued to talk.

“I will make you disappear, honey,” Watermelondrea stated.

“Make me disappear like those edges on your head.”

Watermelondrea gasped.

 

Nate continued to talk to Joe, “And Sydney never thanked me. Watermelondrea was so jealous of Sydney, and I stood up for her.”

“Where the hell is Watermelondrea now, anyway?”

“She graduated like last year,” Nate shrugged. “I heard that she’s some psychotherapist now.”

Joe shook his head, “You deserve all of the credit for The Savages, Nate. You’re a trooper and those two underestimate your abilities.”

Nate nodded, “You’re so right.”

“You know what I just do?” Joe said. “I sing about it.”

At that moment, Nate laughed, “You’re joking. What do I look like, someone from Glee?”

“No, I’m serious,” Joe said. “Whenever I’m angry, I sing, it releases some of the tension and anger out of me.”

Joe and Nate walked up to the stage. The microphones were front and center and Joe had encouraged him to sing. From afar, there was a radio behind him. Joe walked to the radio and noticed a CD on top of it – Fall Out Boy’s  “Save Rock and Roll.”

“My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark,” Joe said as he clicked the play button. The music began to play and Nate started to recall the moments he felt ostracized by the Savages. In his eyes, there was pure anger. Joe looked at him and encouraged him to “feel the music.”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa,” the duo harmonized, “Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa.”

The setting intertwines with Joe and Nate walking together in the hallways, forcing everyone to stand by their lockers.

Joe began to sing, “B-B-B-Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark. Can't be sure when they've hit their mark, and besides in the mean, meantime, I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart.”

“I'm in the de-details with the devil, so now the world can never get me on my level. I just gotta get you off the cage. I'm a young lover's rage, gonna need a spark to ignite,” Joe sang this directly to Nate.

“My songs know what you did in the dark,” Joe sang. “So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up.”

“I'm on fire.”

“So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up.”

“I'm on fire.”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa,” Joe and Nate sang together.

“In the dark, dark,”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa. In the dark, dark,”

Nate held the microphone firmly in his hands, his anger merged with his vocals as he sang, “All the writers keep writing what they write. Somewhere another pretty vein just dies. I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see that you’re the antidote to everything except for me, me.”

Joe and Nate pushed their way through a crowd—Nate continued to sing, “A constellation of tears on your lashes, burn everything you love, then burn the ashes. In the end everything collides, my childhood spat back out the monster that you see.”

“My songs know what you did in the dark,” Joe and Nate sang. “So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up.”

“I'm on fire.”

“So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up.”

“I'm on fire.”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa,” Joe and Nate sang together.

“In the dark, dark,”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa. In the dark, dark,”

“My songs know what you did in the dark,” Joe sang, as Nate echoed it. The two gave each other glances, and continued to perform on the stage.

“So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up.”

“I'm on fire.”

“So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up.”

“I'm on fire.”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa,” Joe and Nate sang together.

“In the dark, dark,”

“Oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, whoa,”

“In the dark, dark,”

Nate and Joe looked at each other, breathing heavily and smiling after the end of the performance.

“So, how do you feel?” Joe asked.

Nate paused for a moment and replied, “I feel like a freaking Savage.”

_________________

Trae walked in the hallway that same day, after departing from his Chemistry class. It was his final period of the day, and he was exhausted. While he continued to walk, a guy waked quickly until he accidentally bumped into Trae.

Trae’s items fell down on the floor—Trae was already irritated from Dirty Dan’s constant glances at him class, so he looked up and confronted him. “What the hell?”

“Sorry, dude,” Zachary Foxx responded. He was so infuriated with the jocks that his anger was difficult to control. When Zach took the initiative to help Trae with his things, Trae felt awkward.

“I figured you’d be the type of jock to step on my things and walk away,” Trae said as the two squatted on the floor.

“No,” Zach scoffed. “Jocks are doing that to me already, anyway.”

“Sorry about my attitude, I guess I’m just not used to talking to people like you,” Trae shrugged. “Thanks for the help.”

Zach gave a short smile, “Don’t mention it. Zachary Foxx.”

Zach lent out his hand for a shake, but Trae hesitantly refused to do so.

“Trae Ventura,” Trae responded. “I know you--you’re the jock that never plays a game, right?”

Zach sighed and shrugged, “Unfortunately. Probably in a couple of days, I’ll be the waterboy.”

Trae shook his head in disbelief, “If they aren’t treating you so great, why are you still on the team?”

“It’s good for my résumé—I can get scholarships, full rides, and more opportunities for college,” Zach replied. “It’s really my only choice—it’s not like I want to do it, I have to.”

While Trae began to put his binders in his backpack, he replied, “Do you even like football?”

Zach stated honestly, “No.”

Trae laughed as he closed his locker door. When Trae began to walk away from his locker, the two walked in the same direction. “That’s just tragic. You shouldn’t be used for a sport you aren’t interested in. That’s like dating some girl you know is unattractive, but the only reason why you’re with her is because she’s rich.”

“Fair point,” Zach said.

“Honestly, I don’t know you that well, but I believe you need some help. We’ll talk tomorrow, perhaps at lunch.”

Zach smiled, “Okay, cool, um.... Trae, right?”

“Bingo,” Trae put his thumb up and walked away. Zach had watched him depart from the school grounds, gazing at him for a moment.

He walked back to his locker, without Brian, Slick Vik, and Matt noticing him and his conversation with Trae. The trio was all confused, as if they wondered why Zach was talking to a Savage.

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Tuesdaysavages

Mid-afternoon, Principal Rose De Vil had sat in her office. Alyssa had sat in a chair in front of her, in tears, while Iesha and Angelika stood next to her in chairs. The two had their arms crossed.

De Vil folded her hands and cleared her throat. “Okay, Tanner, tell me the issue.”

Alyssa began to stutter, “I-I-I-I—”

Attempting to get to the immediate matters at hand, De Vil interrupted Alyssa and asked Angelika, “Summers, what is the issue?”

Angelika rolled her eyes, “Well, Arthur the Aardvark over here—”

“—Alyssa,” Alyssa had stated while she placed her hands on her face.

“—was acting annoying as usual during our practice.”

 

FLASHBACK: The Red Hot Cheer Peppers were lazy and tired—they were going downhill, as expected, after Lily was kicked out of the team. Prior to Sena’s absence, as she had to get her hair redone, Alyssa took the initiative to take over routines.

“Come on, you lazy chickens, let’s go to work!” Alyssa yelled out.

A male cheerleader whispered in another cheerleader’s ear, “She looks like a chicken with that wild hair of hers.”

“Shade,” Alyssa said.

“You’re not in charge, Alkaline, so sit down,” Angelika said.

“No,” Alyssa folded her arms stubbornly.

“Yes,”

“No!”

“YES!”

“No!”

“YES!”

“NO!” Alyssa yelled, “And for the hundredth time—”

“I’m surprised she can count up to 100,” a male cheerleader whispered.

“MY NAME is ALYSSA!”

Alyssa ran up to Angelika, attacking her with her small hands. Angelika knew she was just a little kid, but she pushed her down. Alyssa began to cry, and Iesha went in front of Alyssa, and softly kicked her.

“IESHA!”

“What? She deserved it.”

 

Alyssa continued to cry as she, Angelika, and Iesha were sent to the office.

“I forgot that she was half my age when I pushed her,” Angelika said. “I’m not sorry for what I did because she is A for aggravating.”

“I’m not A—” Alyssa stood up, with pity in her tone. “I’m Aly—”

“Okay, Alyssa, we get it,” De Vil had responded. She turned slowly to Angelika and Iesha, trying to voice her opinion.

“Alyssa is 11, Summers,” De Vil stated. “How would you feel someone older than you pushed you down like that?”

“I’d beat them up,” Angelika shrugged. “I’m not like this little girl. Who told her to skip up to 11th grade with us anyway?”

“My mama,” Alyssa folded her arms.

Iesha looked at her, “You see, she’s a little demon child, she needs Jesus,”

“Lewis, silence,” De Vil stated. She looked at both Angelika and Iesha and cleared her throat once again.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend the both of you,”

“What?!” Angelika yelled out, while Iesha stated, “I didn’t even do anything!”

“I’m sorry, but rules are rules, and we do not condone that type of violence here,” De Vil said.

“That’s bullsh*t,” Angelika yelled.

“Excuse me?”

“I said it’s bullsh*t!” Angelika repeated. She was infuriated after she replied, “When Lily and Sena fought yesterday, they didn’t get in trouble, but if I push the Seed of Chucky, she doesn’t get a punishment because she’s 11?”

“Look, Principal De Vil, I can’t afford to have any more suspensions,” Iesha said. “My mom will get my butt,”

“Well, this suspension will give the both of you time to think about what you did to this little girl—she’s not that mean, she’s just a kid being a kid.”

“That’s what Chuck E. Cheese’s are for,” Angelika yelled. “Forget this. I’m calling my mom in the main office.”

Iesha followed her while Angelika slammed her door. Alyssa seemed pleased with their consequence. De Vil slowly faced Alyssa, opened up her desk drawer, and offered a Jolly Rancher lollipop.

“Lollipop?” De Vil asked with a smile. Alyssa smiled with intensity; she nodded her head as she took the lollipop from De Vil’s hands.

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“So, they’re bullying you?” Trae said. Ironically, he seemed sympathetic for Zach. The two sat together at a booth during lunch. The Jocks had continued to notice their interactions, although they didn’t attempt to eavesdrop.

Zach took one gulp from his Pepsi can before he responded, “Verbally. They don’t really consider me a part of the group.”

“Have you ever confronted them or defended yourself?”

“What’s the point?” Zach replied. “It just adds fuel to the fire.”

“You’re a bit passive,” Trae grabbed a French fry from his tray, “That’s why they’re on your head. They know your weaknesses and they hold it to their advantage.”

“I’m just really nice,” Zach said.

Trae chuckled, “Jocks are meant to be douchebags, tightwads, and asses.”

“I know, but that’s just not me,” Zach sighed. “I want to be able to grow… balls, but how can I when I act like a punk?”

Trae laughed briefly, “Well, act stubborn. If they ask you to do something, brush it off and say no. If they don’t agree to it, so be it. You have every right to revolt against their oppression. If you have to leave the team, you can always join the Savages.”

“You guys are too badass for me,” Zach laughed. “But thanks for the advice, Trae. I’ll take it consideration.”

Trae replied, “You’re welcome.”

There was unusual silence—Zach looked at Trae, and he looked back.

 

Sydney and Lily were in the cafeteria, strolling across the tables together. The Red Hot Cheer Peppers began to watch her. Lily looked away immediately as Sydney began to speak. Sydney’s hair was wrapped in a ponytail, while Lily’s hair was wrapped in two pig tails.

“We look like two skinny Cabbage Patch Kids,” Lily said, suddenly self-conscious.

Sydney scoffed, “We look better than Britney Spears and Iggy Azalea at the Billboard Music Awards, now calm it, Lily. The first thing you have to do is prove a point.”

“I already proved my point when I snatched Sena yesterday,” Lily whispered.

“If you’re willing to be a Savage, you have to take over the lunchroom,” Sydney replied. “You have to be in control. You have to show everyone that you aren’t to be messed with. Lily Blossom just turned into Lily Badass.”

Lily shrugged, “Well, Blondie, what am I supposed to do?”

“Since you’re my protégé, I’ll show you how to take over, got it?”

“You’re the boss,” Lily said.

Sydney walked to the band geeks—another clique that people never really notice or care about. Sydney requested for them to play music while she “likely” performed in front of the cafeteria. Lily was puzzled with Sydney’s actions, that is, until, she stood on top of a lunch table, where girls and boys were banging on tables immaturely.

People looked from afar to watch Sydney. The people at table all stomped their feet as Sydney yelled out, “Uh huh, this my sh*t. All the girls stomp your feet like this!”

Lily watched her, and mouthed a question, “What are you doing?!”

Sydney began to dance on the table, “A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that. Because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.”

Trae and Zach could notice Sydney performing and Trae shook his head, “What in the world is she doing?”

“A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that, because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.”

Girls at the table began to sing along, “Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t.”

Sydney jumped off of the table and approached the Red Hot Cheer Peppers, most specifically Sena, who returned to school late. “I heard that you were talking sh*t and you didn't think that I would hear it. People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up.”

“So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack, gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out. That's right, put your pom-poms downs, getting everybody fired up,” Sydney gave an intimidated gesture to the cheerleaders, who looked at each other in confusion.

Lily smiled, becoming less hesitant, and she joined Sydney, “A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that. Because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.”

“A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that. Because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.”

The band geeks played their trumpets and tubas, while everyone began to chant,  “Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t.”

Students in the cafeteria danced, like Alyssa, for instance. She began to dance, prior to Angelika and Iesha’s suspension. The other cheerleaders rolled their eyes.

Trae and Zach stood up to dance with each other—the Jocks continued to notice their interactions. Slick Vik ignored it once more to dance with Brian and the other jocks, along with other cheerleaders.

Gina had grabbed her lunch tray and attempted to ignore the chaos in the cafeteria, while Alex began to dance, and notice her.

Lily sang, “So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers. No principals, no student-teachers; both of us want to be the winner, but there can only be one.  So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all, gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you. That's right I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust,”

Lily and Sydney sang the chorus once again, and the band geeks played their instruments louder. Everyone continued to chant, “Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t.”

The duo stood on the lunch room tables, yelling, “Let me hear you say this sh*t is bananas—B-A-N-A-N-A-S.”

Everyone responded, “This sh*t is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”

“Again, this sh*t is bananas—B-A-N-A-N-A-S,” Lily and Sydney sang.

“This sh*t is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”

“A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that. Because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.”

“A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that. Because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no hollaback girl.”

The band geeks played their trumpets and tubas again—Sydney and Lily danced in front of an entire school mob.

“Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t. Ooooh ooh, this my sh*t, this my sh*t.”

The music stopped when Principal De Vil and other staff members entered. The cafeteria began to settle down, and Sydney and Lily walked away and continued to talk.

“Oh my god, that was so awesome!” Lily whispered.

“See, when you’re with me, you’re in for a Sydventure,” Sydney winked.

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Trae continued to write his story, The Devil’s Protégé. He used his encounter with Zach as an example as he continued to write; however, he had to prepare for the football game. He grabbed his Samsung Galaxy Note cellular phone, and began to call Nate, whom he hasn’t talked to since the movie incident. He knew Sydney, Alex, Gina, and Carl were attending, but he wanted to know if Nate would.

Nate saw his phone and sighed, “Yes, Trae?”

“Hey, man. We haven’t talked in a bit—are you coming to the football game tonight?”

“I guess, why?” Nate shrugged.

“I was just curious,” Trae chuckled for a second, but he noticed the seriousness in Nate’s tone. “Am I bugging you or anything?”

“When aren’t you?” Nate hung up the phone and Trae was completely confused. Nate’s attitude was unusual and he felt puzzled.

Nate turned to Joe, who sat on a chair in his bedroom, “How was that?”

“Impressive—the hang up was quite classic,” Joe smiled. “Good job on the first run.”

Nate chuckled, “Thanks. Come on, let’s get to this game. The Redhawks are gonna lose and I just want to be able to witness it.”

“I know right?”

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Footballgamenight

During that night, the Redhawks prepared for their first game of the season—they would be competing against a different set of football players, the Dragons. Almost a majority of the cliques were there—including the band geeks, the Moneybags, the Sexxx Symbols, who were only there to comment on the football guys, besides Glenn, and the Savages decided to enter late.

Coach Radnor had stood anxiously on the field, hoping the team would do as great as possible. Zach decided to sit on the bleachers. He received a text from Trae, saying, “Don’t forget what we talked about today. :)”

Zach smiled quickly before the whistle blew. The Star-Spangled Banner played on the field, and the crowd had stood up to honor the United States of America.

Coach Radnor gathered the football team, sans Zach, together, and gave a 20 second lecture. “All right, guys. I’m counting on you. We have to kick ass tonight, because if we don’t, this is costing me money, and costing you guys your scholarships, got it?”

“1, 2, 3,” The team put their hands together and chanted, “Redhawks!”

Brian had cheered, until he spotted an attractive rival football player, he scanned him up and down, as if he was a human detector. The guy had winked at him, then put his middle finger at him and Brian did the same.

“That dude’s a weirdo, he’s eyeing you,” Vik whispered.

Brian shrugged and made a false opinion, “I know, he’s creepy looking.”

 

People in the audience began to talk during the short intermission before the football game started. Felix, alongside Cass and Kyler were making bets on who would win the game.

“Seriously, the Redhawks are ridiculous and embarrassing. It’s like watching girls fight on Jerry Springer,” Felix criticized the team. Kyler agreed, while Cass was more optimistic.

Cass smiled, “I’m sure they have a chance at winning, Felix.”

“Of course, Cass, you have to be the optimist,” Felix sighed. “I bet you $20 dollars they’ll win.”

“Deal,” Cass replied.

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The cheerleaders had watched as the football team played against the Dragons. At that point, however, they weren’t doing so well. The Dragons, thus far, scored 2 touchdowns. Coach Radnor continued to yell and scream at the team, encouraging them to do better.

“Redhawks, move your asses!” Coach Radnor yelled.

The rival coach, Coach Bradley had commented. “That’ll never work.”

“So, my team is having an off start,” Radnor shrugged. “They’ll get back on their feet in no time.”

“I never knew football was for handicaps,” Bradley chuckled. “Nice one.”

Bradley walked away while Radnor became more infuriated. On the football field, a football player in the Redhawks fell and injured his leg. Radnor blew his whistle loudly and ran to the field to come to his emergency.

The football player groaned in excruciating pain. The grimace on his face implied he couldn’t play anymore. Zach watched from afar as two other players, including Rufus, helped the player to the bleachers. The crowd groaned and booed at the current situation, and Radnor became pressured.

Radnor sighed as he walked to Zach, “All right, Foxx, you’re up.”

Zach looked at him and scoffed, “No.”

“What?” Radnor walked closer to him, “What do you mean, no?”

“I said no.” Zach said defensively. “Just because your precious player is injured, you now have the audacity to count on me? No.”

“Foxx, you have 5 seconds to get your ass out there!” Radnor yelled sternly.

“I don’t, actually, you k now why? I quit!” Zachary stood up with his dignity and departed from the field. The crowd was confused with the commotion, while Brian, Vik, and Matt watched him leave.

Vik was irritated—the team was losing, Zach refused to play. He pulled Brian and Matt together to follow Zach back into the locker room.

 

In order to keep the crowd interested, Sena led the Red Hot Cheer Peppers in a cheer performance. “We’re red, we’re hot. We’re sexy, something you’re not!”

“Go Redhawks! We rule! We’re red hot, ice cold, and super cool! James A. Masters, that’s our school. Those other haters we call fools. Oh yeah, we’re the best. We’re the best of the rest!” The cheerleaders chanted in unison.

“We’re red--”

Lily had interrupted their cheer, yelling out, “Not hot, you’re nothing but a bunch of flops. So ratchet, so whack. You Redhawks better watch your backs. Those Dragons, they’re fire. Those flops other there, they’re liars…”

The Red Hot Cheer Peppers were embarrassed, while Sena watched Lily angrily. The crowd watched in confusion as Lily danced the same routines as the cheerleaders.

“Their routines are so tired. Their relevance has expired. I’m Lily, that’s me. And I was kicked off of the team, cause I’m cute, pure sexiness. These haters can’t get next to this. I’m scandalous, so reck-a-less, I dare one of ya’ll to step to this. Anyways, I’m done with this. Karma is a freaking bitch!”

Lily walked away from the football field as the crowd gave “oohs” and “ahhs,” while Sena’s anger continued to boil. A random cheerleader commented, “You should have never kicked her out.”

“Shut up,” Sena said.

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Zach returned to the locker room after the incident. He opened up his locker to grab the rest of his items, until Slick Vik, Brian, and Matt immediately approached him. Vik pushed Zach one time.

“What the hell was that for, you nitwit?” Vik yelled. Brian and Matt added on to the confrontation by pushing him as well.

Zach replied, “Hey, back off!”

“You cost us our freaking game, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“But I thought I was a nonfactor, not a team player,” Zach called Vik out. “Quite hypocritical of you, I must say.”

Brian looked at him and chuckled, “I see little Zach Attack here grew some balls tonight,”

“Yeah, but at least they’re not in my mouth,” Zach said, confronting him without any fear. “How many are in yours?”

Matt began to add fuel to the fire after saying, “Damn, Brian, you’re gonna let him say that?”

Brian’s anger boiled as he attempted to approach Zach with a punch, “You wanna say that again?”

“All of you are ridiculous—you guys have made my life a living hell here and I will not stand for it anymore. You’re all pathetic bullies and punks.”

Vik walked closer to Zach, gripping him by his jersey. “Listen to me, you ass wipe--”

Trae entered the room immediately out of defense for Zach. Vik lost his grasp on Zach’s jersey while he, Brian, and Matt looked at Trae as he entered. “Is there a problem in here?”

“Oh, I guess your boyfriend came to save you, huh?” Vik asked with a smirk.

Trae gave a confrontational response, “Leave the kid alone or deal with me, Viktor.”

“Trae, Trae, oh, Trae,” Vik chuckled as he approached him. “I don’t want this to get in between our little Literature class bond. You know I count on you for homework. What is so special about this kid? He’s nothing but a runt—garbage. He belongs with the regular kids. He doesn’t belong in a clique.”

“He’s already in one,” Trae replied. “He’s a Savage, and it would be really sad for your mother to witness your demise in this school.”

Zach watched the confrontation from the left side of the locker room. He folded his arms and watched Trae come to his defense.

Vik chuckled, “Are you threatening me?”

“Menacing, bullying, intimidating, whatever you wanna call it.” Trae said, directly to each of the jocks. “Now, I’d prefer you guys back off or I’m knocking heads.”

“It’s 3 against 1,” Vik chortled, “You and what army?”

The rest of the Savages—Alex, Carl, Sydney, Joe, Gina, Nate, and lastly Lily—entered the locker room, standing behind Trae. Zach had walked himself to the Savages, and stood to glare at the jocks—who were intimidated.

“Oh, come on, you don’t think I’m that stupid, do you?” Trae asked Vik, smiling evilly.

Brian rolled his eyes and responded, “The amount doesn’t matter. The quality does.”

“You were never really that good at math,” Joe called out Brian.

“Shut up, ass kisser,” Brian said.

Joe quickly responded, “Your mom kissed mines last night,”

Trae continued to speak—“Just like Zach said, pathetic. You guys are just like the others, unnecessary. Your egos are so big, you think that you can take advantage of anyone that you please.”

Sydney spoke, “I suggest the both of you get back to your football game, or my foot will be at your balls all right.”

“Yeah, ya’ll don’t wanna mess with C-Murder,” Carl said.

“Or G-Nasty,”

“Or A-Bomb,”

Vik gave a brief round of applause, “Very good. Cut the act, Justice League—you guys aren’t like us. We’re more popular than you and the Moneybags combined. Just because you guys are pro-equality, it doesn’t mean anyone in this school gives a rat’s ass. The Jocks can damage the Savages in one second.”

Trae walked closer, “Well, damage us, Vik.”

“B.I.G., messing with me,” Trae began to rap, as the Savages and the three jocks began to circle around each other.

“Oh god, whoa, okay,”

“Ain’t nobody messin’ with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique,” Trae rapped, facing Vik.  The Savages began to dance, and the jocks watched with embarrassment.

Ain’t nobody fresher than my motherfreaking clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. And all these bad bitches, man, they want the, they want the, they want the…”

“Oh god,” Trae continued, “I tell a bad chick do whatever I say. My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway; it’s grind-day, from Friday, to next Friday. I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day. She tryna get me that poo tang, I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu Tang.”

The Savages faced the Jocks, while Trae directly rapped to them. “I’m rolling with—huh?--What I’m saying? Bro, you know my crew name. You know 2 Chainz?”

“Scrrr! I’m pullin’ up in that Bruce Wayne, but I’m the freakin’ villain, man, they kneeling when I walking in the building. Freaky women I be feelin’ from the bank accounts I’m fillin’. What a feeling, ah man, they gotta be. Young player from the D that’s killin’ everything that he see,”

“Ain’t nobody messin’ with my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. Ain’t nobody fresher than my motherfreaking clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. As I look around, they don’t do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique. And all these bad bitches, man, they want the, they want the, they want the…”

Matt and Brian rapped, in response to Trae. The two walked slowly to Alex and Carl.

“Yeah I’m talking Ye’, yeah am talking Rih’, yeah I’m talking B, man I’m talking me,” Matt rapped. “Yeah I’m talking bossy, I ain’t talking Kelis, your money too short, you can’t be talking to me.”

“Yeah I’m talking LeBron, we balling our family tree. G.O.O.D. Music drug dealing drug cousin, ain’t nothin’ messing with we, me,”

“Turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250, 250 to a half a milli, ain’t nothin’ nobody can do with me,” Brian rapped.

Now who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe. Translation, I’m the sh*t. At least that what my neck say, least that what my check say.”

“What check?” Carl yelled out, rolling his eyes.

Lost my homie for a decade, dude down for like 12 years, ain’t hug his son since the second grade,” Matt rapped. “He never told, who we gonna tell, we top of the totem pole. It’s the dream team meets the supreme team, and all our eyes green and only means one thing. You ain’t messin’ with my clique.”

Trae, Brian, and Matt rapped the hook together—while the Savages and the Jocks continued their showdown. Gina pushed Matt away from her, and rolled her eyes. Lily put her hand in Brian’s face, while Sydney gnarled at Vik, making him flinch. Zach watched the chaos and shook his head.

Coach Radnor had interrupted the showdown. “Jocks, bring your asses! The crowd is getting bored!”

It was tense at that point. Vik turned himself to Trae and commented, “This isn’t over.”

“Over like your game?” Trae replied. “Tough loss, bro.”

Vik, Brian, and Matt made their exit out of the locker room, “Get the hell out of our headquarters, Greasers.”

“You really should have just let me punched him, Trae,” Alex said.

Trae chuckled, “There’s no point—we got them good, guys.”

Zach slowly approached The Savages, giving his gratitude, “Thanks for defending me, guys.”

“When you’re a Savage, we always have each other’s backs,” Carl said. “You’ll be fine with us, kid.”

“Welcome to the squad, Lily and Zach,” Trae said, welcoming the two.

Zach felt more welcome and comfortable than he was in the jocks. It was a group he knew he had to adapt to, but he was proud of himself. Joe and the rest of the members rooted loudly, and Lily smiled at Sydney, who winked at her and turned away.

The showdown with the Jocks wasn’t a complete victory, but they knew who they were, and the Savages departed proudly from the school.

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Thedayaftersavages

Trae made an entrance inside of the school that morning—the weather seemed cooler. It was the first day of October, and Trae felt more confident than ever. Students began to pass him by, while Trae walked front and center.

Trae began to narrate, from his story, I was the devil’s protégé, and the devil encouraged me to make someone my protégé. I see potential, and I go for it. People underestimate others or mistreat them because they believe it’s their moral right to do so. We use and manipulate others to get what we want—and what we usually want is power, greed, or respect.

Trae tilted his head as Dirty Dan looked at him while he talked to Liam and Glenn. Trae turned away and continued walking.

There are people who are desperate for your affection, whether it’s for their own good or for yours. It’s best to push them away before you make an ass out of yourself. It’s tempting but it’s not difficult to resist.

As soon as Lily walked inside, she knew there would be sudden tension. She immediately spotted the Red Hot Cheer Peppers staring at her up and down. Lily scoffed, and she confidently continued to walk. She caught up with Trae, turned to him and smiled.

People who are deprived of what they deserve shouldn’t give up. When people lift you up, it’s a sign that you deserve better.

 

Meanwhile, that day continued with The Savages conversing with each other. Alex, once again, shared a glance at Gina, who looked back. Gina seemed to feel bad for avoiding Alex, but it was hard for her to admit it. She felt lied to, and she didn’t want to express that either. She gave one considerate smile, as the others continued to talk.

My “teacher” told me that love is a weapon—it can be dangerous and it can be beneficial. Sometimes you have to be aware of how you use love, because love can bite you. It bites to the flesh and bone. It sticks to you like a heroin needle, and it gets you addicted.

Joe watched as Nate started to avoid Trae and Sydney’s conversation. He stood from behind, drinking a bottle of Lipton Green Tea. He left a short smirk on his face and shook his head.

The one you put your trust into can be the one that puts you in jeopardy. He seems real to you, but he has a closet of lies, stocked with false hopes and dreams. He wants you to suffer, but he acts like he cares. It’s his hobby to do so.

 

Sena began to lead the lazy cheerleaders outside from the field. Even Sena felt somewhat guilty of herself—even she could admit that Lily held the cheerleading squad together. It was her jealousy, her malevolence, and her superiority that forced her to kick her out.

I always hear that Karma is a bitch. It’s a bitch because you make it one. Instead of doing what’s best for you, do what’s best for others. If you’re that stubborn, what you do impacts others.

 

Later that day, Zach realized he had to gather the rest of his items from the football team’s locker room. He was relieved that he quit the Redhawks. It was a burden, and he felt more proud of himself than before.

You don’t have to be anything but yourself. You don’t have to impress anyone, or show off. Being yourself should be your number one goal, because not a lot of people are who they REALLY are.

Zach had entered the locker room—but he could hear moans, and unusual sounds.

“You like that?” A voice said from afar.

“Mmm, yeah,”

Zach raised his eyebrow, as he slowly and surely looked behind the lockers. There stood Slick Vik and Brian, passionately kissing each other. The two stroked each other’s bodies. Brian grasped his hands around Vik’s waist as they kissed.

Zach’s eyes widened. He was in awe with what he was witnessing.

THE END

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