Homecoming Part 12

Roth's ears picked up when he heard Cara's voice.  He looked out the side window and saw Cara limp her car into the spot beside Biff.  Uncertainly, he exited his car, listening to the conversation, wondering if he could offer any help.

"It's ok, Cara, I'm here for you.  I'm here for you."

"But you don't understand, Daddy trusted me.  I promised him..."

"Just lie back an relax.  I can take you home Cara."

"Biff, I..."

"Hush, we have all the time in the world, my love..."

"Biff, stop."

"It's alright, I have you covered, my love."

"Biff, please, no."

"Things like this happen, just go with the flow."

"Get away from me Biff!"

Roth had heard enough.

"Hey genius, I realize that this isn't football, so you may not understand.  Let me put it in terms you might comprehend.  She's out of your league!"

"What?!?"  Biff shot out of the rear of the van.  "Oh, it's you, scrawny stinktail.  You dirty little punk, have you been watching the adults at play?  I think you should run along before you get hurt."

"I think you should let Cara find a reliable ride home for herself."

Biff stood in Roth's face and grabbed him by his tie.  "Remember what I told you earlier, you really should have left the natural order undisturbed.  There are penalties for those who break the rules!"




Zack and Krisha rushed down from the pressbox after Lenny.  Many students had already left for the evening, but there were still enough to form a ring around the combatants in the parking lot.

"Rats!  Where are the teachers when you actually need one?  Krisha, see if you can find one of the chaperones!"

"Right, Zack!"

The innermost ring consisted of the biggest football players.  They kept everyone back at a distance, but gave enough room for a good view.  Cara was standing, just inside the open rear door of the Shaggmobile.

"Biff, stop this, he can't hurt you!"

"Roth, you have been making our lives miserable here with your perfect grades, perfect attendance, and perfect everything!  That ends tonight!"

Roth struggled in Biff's grip, but he couldn't get him to release his tie.  He could feel himself being strangled.  In desperation, Roth clapped both his hands down hard over Biff's ears.

"Ow!"  Biff let Roth go and cupped his hands over his ears.  Roth staggered back.  "Oooh!" murmured the crowd.  "He's asking for it now!"

"Roth look out!"  shouted Zack, he tried to break through the line, but a strong arm prevented him from moving forward.

Biff turned and backhanded Roth in the side of his face, spinning him around.

"You're worthless!" snarled Biff.  He shoved Roth as hard as he could, knocking him down and winding him.  For a moment Roth lay there gasping.  He tried to lever himself up with his arms, but biff put his heel into Roth's shoulders and stepped down.  

"Stay down, punk this fight is over!"    Roth let out a cry and collapsed as Biff increased the pressure.

"Brother!"  Zack frantically tried to break through.  But another footballer had his arms pinned behind him.  "Shut up or you're next!"

"What a wimp!"  laughed Biff.

"Stop it please!"  Cara begged and tried to get Biff of of Roth.

"Back off!  This is just between me and him!"  Biff backed Cara back into her corner.

Roth could taste his own blood from a split lip, and he could feel it trickling down his nose.  When he heard Cara, he started to raise his hindquarters.

Biff saw Roth starting to rise again.  "What do we have here?  A final effort?"

Roth's tail went straight into the air.

Biff laughed at Roth's exposed bottom.  He reared back for a kick.  "Fourth down!  Time to punt!"

Then Roth heard Cara say the sweetest words he'd ever heard her speak.  "Biff, you moron!  He's going to..."