"No," Jen and Piper both answered at the same time.
Meanwhile, Priestly had slipped out the back door, and was standing in the shadows across from where Tad had Tish pressed up against the wall.
"You listen to me," he was saying. "I'm no fag. I was captain of the football team in high school."
Priestly would have rolled his eyes if he weren't kinda worried about taking his eyes off Tish. He held still, body taught, waiting to see if she had a handle on things.
"Let me guess," she said, voice dripping in derision in a way Priestly hadn't heard before. "You were a tight end, always too afraid of becoming a wide receiver. Why don't you just be a man and admit what you are? No one cares that you're gay."
Then Tad slapped her across the face, and Priestly saw red.
The next thing he knew, he was barreling Tad to the ground in a flying tackle. They tussled on the ground for a few moments before Priestly shoved himself back to his feet.
"You do not hit her! You piece of shit!"
Tad laughed, throwing his hands in the air. "What is it with you guys? Fine, she's a waste of time, anyway."
Priestly glanced back at Tish, who was leaning against the wall. "You okay?"
Tish rubbed her jaw, swallowing. Tad took the opportunity of Priestly's distraction to haul off and punch him in the gut, then slam his fist across Priestly's jaw. Priestly didn't have a chance to block or fight back as his head snapped around, and he slammed down into the asphalt, his arm twisting beneath him as he tried unsuccessfully to keep his head from bouncing off the ground.
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"No," Jen and Piper both answered at the same time.
Meanwhile, Priestly had slipped out the back door, and was standing in the shadows across from where Tad had Tish pressed up against the wall.
"You listen to me," he was saying. "I'm no fag. I was captain of the football team in high school."
Priestly would have rolled his eyes if he weren't kinda worried about taking his eyes off Tish. He held still, body taught, waiting to see if she had a handle on things.
"Let me guess," she said, voice dripping in derision in a way Priestly hadn't heard before. "You were a tight end, always too afraid of becoming a wide receiver. Why don't you just be a man and admit what you are? No one cares that you're gay."
Then Tad slapped her across the face, and Priestly saw red.
The next thing he knew, he was barreling Tad to the ground in a flying tackle. They tussled on the ground for a few moments before Priestly shoved himself back to his feet.
"You do not hit her! You piece of shit!"
Tad laughed, throwing his hands in the air. "What is it with you guys? Fine, she's a waste of time, anyway."
Priestly glanced back at Tish, who was leaning against the wall. "You okay?"
Tish rubbed her jaw, swallowing. Tad took the opportunity of Priestly's distraction to haul off and punch him in the gut, then slam his fist across Priestly's jaw. Priestly didn't have a chance to block or fight back as his head snapped around, and he slammed down into the asphalt, his arm twisting beneath him as he tried unsuccessfully to keep his head from bouncing off the ground.