M A R C U S - B E N - T A Y L O R

Zoe hadn’t expect to get bumped into- or to drop their recently dried oil panting. “Shit… Shit shit shit,” they mumbled, quickly grabbing it and turning it over to see if there was any damage or not. A sigh of relief left their lips and they let out a soft laugh. “Thankfully, yeah. Honestly, my heart practically stopped for a second there. How often do you guys play that challenge?”

“Yikes, good thing it’s okay though.” Marcus said his eyes trailing up from the almost wrecked painting to Zoe’s face.  “Whenever someone decides to call it out which is roughly almost every passing period for the past week of school.” He knew how much his sister hated him when he ruined her art project and he could only guess how much shit he’d be in if that oil painting were to fuck up, but luckily it didn’t.

“You’re an idiot,” Rhett said as he clambered up on top of the lockers to be safe from the game.  “This has got to be the dumbest game I have ever experienced in my entire life, is it just like a hazing ritual or something for all the jock boys or what?”

“Only idiots would join in, Rhett.” Marcus chuckled flipping off the camera man before hopping off of the lockers.  “Nope, just a game for idiots who actually like to have fun once in a while.”

“It’s more like I was murdered or sacrificed. Now I’m going to have to haunt you for the rest of your life.” she teased before letting out a quiet laugh of her own. “It was a close game but we came out victorious, of course. I think we may need to work on some drills to help out the newer players but we have a damn good team this year.”

“Sacrificed in the name of the boys soccer team and it’s worth having an annoying female soccer playing ghost following me around,” Marcus continued.  “Hey you could always run your girls with our team, yesterday we ran down to Wal-Mart and fucked around before we ran back, it was about a good 3 miles there and 2 miles back because we took a different route back.”

Laughing, Amber rolled her eyes at the boy. Normally she was smart enough to get out of the jocks ways when they played their dumb games, but she was too busy wrestling the books out of her locker to react completely, “I’m perfectly alright, but dude, next time someone says that just drop your bags and stand on those. Simple.”

“You’ve got a point there,” Marcus smiled quickly hopping off of the metal lockers, “But that ruins the whole purpose of the game, which is to embarrass your friends.”  He shrugs his shoulders and asks her, “What class do you have next?”

Becca had barely enough time to glance over at the person who had just screamed out when she was knocked into and pushed slightly out of balance. The girl let out a little surprised yelp as she fell into the lockers, thankfully catching herself on them so there wasn’t much damage. “Well, uh, no bones were broken and I don’t think I’m bleeding,” she replied when the boy asked her if she was alright. “So, yeah. I’m fine,” she replied and nodded, looking herself over and dusting herself off before looking up at the other. “Out of curiosity, what happens if ya don’t jump up onto something? Are you just free to go about your day or is there a penalty slash shunning for being burned down to nothing?” She asked, smiling lightly in amusement.

“Sorry about that,” Marcus said hopping off of the lockers to look down upon the shorter girl. “You get called a bad sport,” He laughed, pulling down his shirt that had rolled up as he jumped on top of the metal lockers. “It’s either that or you get nagged about it all day, it just kind of depends who calls it out and if they decide to post it on their snapchat story or not.” He smiled as he looked at the jock who had called out the game, "He posted it, you can tell."

Hayley heard the challenge before having another’s body collide into hers, sending her down towards the ground. She quickly collected herself and pulled herself back to her feet, dusting off the back of her shorts. “No, I’m not alright. I was basically just burnt to a crisp.” she half joked.

“Oh yeah, I don’t know why I’m talking to someone who just died,” Marcus said hopping off of the top of the lockers.  He chuckled before looking back at Hayley, “Anyways dead girl, how was your soccer game this weekend?” He asked smiling at the upperclassmen.