Homecoming Part 5

The night wore on ultimately Roth ended up hiding behind the buffet table.  He sipped punch for most of the evening.  The flavor really suited him, it had a tang he'd never experienced before, it warmed him from the inside, and he felt himself starting to relax.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

A grey paw clapped heavily down on Roth's shoulder.  "Hey nerd, I see you're appreciating Cara too.  Here's a clue in case the concept is too deep for your egghead brain to grasp, especially since this isn't math.  She's outta your league, understand?  Quit staring otherwise me and the offensive line might have to get offensive on your face!"

Roth looked around, about a half dozen football players eyed him up, cracking knuckles and pawing the ground.

Biff leaned close and whispered into Roth's ear.  "If you behave yourself, I might tell you how fun it is to score with her!"  

Biff shook Roth just enough to make him lose balance and stumble against the wall.  "Later stinky, don't spill your drink!"  Biff walked away laughing.  One by one the six boys from the offensive line each checked Roth into the wall or hit him in the gut.  By the time it was over Roth felt sick, dizzy, and  punch stained the front of his shirt pink.




Outside, Biff led his troops.  By the parking lot a steel sign proclaimed:  "Welcome to Westwind High School Home of the Westwind Knights!"  Prior to the championship game, someone from a rival school had vandalized the sign to read "Wusswind Knoghts"

Biff looked at the sign, a frown of disgust split his muzzle.  "This gentlemen is a travesty!  We worked hard to earn our championship mark!  This thing offends me, lets tear it down!"

"Woof, woof, woof woof!"  chanted the assembled linemen.  Quickly they lined up behind the sign and barreled into it.  Several hits later, wood splintered and metal bent.  The final hit sent the sign toppling to the ground.

"Wishbone boys, extra punch for the crew that gets the biggest piece!"  Biff encouraged his charges to further batter the sign, two groups lined up against each other to rip off the broken legs of the sign.  Wood crackled and splintered, finally one leg tore free.

"Way to go Bruno, chop some wood!"  The huge bulldog lifted his piece of the sign by the remaining leg and sent it crashing into the ground.  "Yeah!"  The last leg broke off, and the metal sign plate went clattering into the parking lot.

"Great work boys, lets get some more juice!"  Biff encouraged his squad.  As the team went back into the building, Biff kicked the sign one last time.  It skittered across the asphalt and came to rest behind a car.  A predatory grin played across his muzzle and he went back into the school.