Theodore was flung several meters back from the blow and he landed on the ground, unmoving, even as several girls shrieked in shock and a few guys jumped up in reflex. I quickly ran over to help him, and he groaned as he slowly sat up.
"What happened?" I demanded, glaring at Paul, the captain of Sexton Academy. "Why are you attacking him?"
"Huh? I didn't attack anybody!"
"Wrong guy," Theodore muttered and shook his head.
"Ho ho!" a huge guy with blond hair and a macho appearance strode up, his heavily muscles bulging under his yellow and black uniform. "You thought it was Paul, but it was me, Diego!"
Seriously? Now we were ripping off Jojo of all things?
