Rex wasn't paying attention as he stepped away, brushing you off, and with one swift movement you stuck out your leg. He was too drunk to catch his balance and crashed into the cooler arms first, tipping it over and pouring it all over himself. His white letterman jacket was soaked in the bright red drink, and it had splashed onto his face which was turning redder by the second in embarrassment.
Addy pulled out their phone and took a series of pictures, each one somehow more unflattering than the last. "Smile, Rex. These will be a great addition to the yearbook."
If they hadn't before, the students of Ashbrook High knew exactly who you were now. You were someone who ended confrontations on your terms. It didn't matter that Rex was beloved and flawless in everyone else's eyes. You knew him before that, and knew just how human he really was. Maybe they did now too.
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