A fist thudded into the side of Biff’s head and there was a crack as it hit the wall. Feeling his grip loosen I broke free and dodged aside, slipping on the floor and tumbling.
“Leave him alone!” shouted Jeff, raising his fists in a defensive stance.
Snarling, Biff turned around, holding the side of his head with one hand. “You’re so dead.”
“And you’re so expelled,” snapped Jeff, moving to interpose himself between me and Biff.
Biff spat blood and sneered “You just want him for yourself fag.”
“You’re the one who tried to rape him,” retorted Jeff, taking a step back towards me, “Watch those stones don’t break you glass house.”
“He was asking for it,” sneered Biff, “I’ve seen how he looks at me, he wants me; I was just giving him a taste of what he’ll never have.”
“What’s going on in here?” roared a voice from outside the showers before Jeff could reply. I looked up to see a teacher entering the showers. It was...
