The Faculty - Written for Fandom Empire Bingo

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Title: Rivalry
Character: Stan Rosado, Gabe Santora
Word Count: 250
Prompt: rivalry
Rating: PG13

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Stan wanted to leave the locker room when suddenly Gabe stepped in his way. „What did you do,“ he hissed. „How could this happen?“

„I don't know what you are talking about.“ Stan looked outright confused.

„Tell me one good reason why Coach Willis suddenly decided to make you the next quarterback of the team.“

„Oh, that. Yes, I was surprised, too. I always thought you would be the one. But I guess the coach knows what he's doing.“

Gabe narrowed his eyes. „Don't play dump. I bet it is because your fucking parents support the team with lots of money.“

Stan frowned. „Where did you get this from?“

„Everyone knows your dad was one of the most famous quarterbacks of the Hornets once. Of course, he would do all to bring you into this position, too, no matter if you deserve it or not.“

„Don't be silly, Gabe.“ Stan smirked. „As if Coach Willis would risk the team's rep for some money. The Hornets are his life, and he will always decide for the best for the team. He will probably be right when he thinks you are a better offensive player than a quarterback. You should know better than to mistrust his instincts. I haven't often seen him making the wrong decision.“

„Whatever.“ Gabe slowly seemed to calm down a bit; he opened his fists, breathing in deeply. „Just be careful. When you fuck it up, you will be dead fucking meat.“

The Faculty - Written for Get your words out

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Title: Hitchhiking
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Connor
Word Count: 205
Prompt: picture (boy hitchhiking)
Rating: PG13

Note: Alternate Universe!

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Zeke slowed down when he noticed the boy standing at the roadside, stretching his hand out. He looked young in his much too wide jeans, the cap of his sweatjacket pulled over his head, but it didn't offer much protection from the heavy rain, which was pouring down for hours already.

He hit the break, stopped the GTO, and the boy stepped closer, bending down to the window. For a split of a second a slight grin turned up on his face; Zeke noticed a small teeth gasp. And a black eye. „Hey, where should it go?“

The boy shrugged. „Don't care. Just away from here.“ He sounded tired as if he had already been standing here for much too long.

Zeke nodded slowly. „Okay. Hop in.“

The boy opened the door and threw his backpack on the backseat but refused to let go of the small, black bag around his neck, pressing it against his chest like it hid a valuable treasure. „Thanks.“ He rested his head against the neck support, closing his eyes.

Another glance told Zeke that it was not time for many questions. „Name is Zeke,“ he said, starting the engine again. „Hope you don't mind a bit of Nirvana. Best music for driving.“