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Set up 2 Fall

... forward and stood between Brad and Andy. “Bradley Johnson, in my office, right away.” He said quietly, then looked at Andy. “Are you all right, son? That was a pretty good hit you took.” “Yes sir, I'm fine.” Andy said, looking daggers at Brad. “I might have to press charges, though. This isn't the first time this has happened.” “Charges?” Mr. Richardson said, sounding surprised. “No, this is a school matter, and we'll handle it internally.” “Mr. Richardson, I know my rights, sir, and yours as well. I feel I need to say this, however. If this matter is not handled to my satisfaction, I will be going to higher authorities. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Mr. Wackerman, perfectly clear.” he said, then added grimly, “Your threat is absolutely understood.” “Are you really going to let him talk to you like that?” Brad said to the teacher. Mr. Richardson stood a few inches taller than Brad and used it to his advantage. “Look here, you stupid asshole, you didn't smack this kid around in a locker room all to yourself; this time you punched a fellow student in the face, in front of fifty witnesses, including a teacher! In any other reality where your father doesn't own this town, you'd be going to jail in about an hour. And rightfully so, I might add!” he snarled. “So get your ass in my office and keep your retarded mouth shut!” Bradley stalked off toward the gym, and Mr. Richardson put his arm about Andy's shoulders and steered him toward the principals office. “So, Andy, what's it ...

... going to take to resolve this to your satisfaction?” he asked. Andy threw the man's arm off him and turned to look him in the eye. “In any other reality when Brad doesn't go to jail for assault, he at least would be suspended form all athletic teams for the rest of the academic year.” Andy said. Mr. Anderson gaped at him. “Out of the question!: he said. “Brad has college football scouts coming here this fall to watch him play. If they don't see him play; he doesn't get put on the teams. If he's not playing college ball, his career is over! You can't take away his career over one punch!” “If it was just the one punch, I would agree, sir.” Andy said. “But he beat me up pretty badly in the locker room just two days ago, and I'm not inclined to let this go as easily.” “Surely you can't prove that.” Mr. Richardson said. “No sir, I can't. But I also don't need to.” he said. “Once I say it on the stand, the jury will believe me, even if I can't prove it.” “On the stand...” Mr. Richardson said flatly. “I hardly think it will go that far.” “Oh, I don't, either.” Andy grinned. “Because you're going to give me what I want.” “What do you want?” he asked, guardedly. “I want Jeca Rondhealey and Beth Winslow re-instated on Monday. I don't care how you explain it, but I want both those girls back in classes.” “That can be arranged.” Mr. Richardson said tersely. “What else?” “Bradley needs to leave me alone for the rest of my high school career.” Andy said. “He cannot talk to me, approach me any ...