I twist harder. He cries out, and I slam their heads together before letting them go.
They stumble back, their eyes wide now as they rub their heads.
“You must be freshmen,” I ask, looking between them.
They nod frantically.
I step closer, and they flatten themselves against the wall.
“Listen to me carefully,” I say. “Will you?”
They nod again, fast this time.
“Repeat after me,” I start. “Allison Carter is not an airhead. Sean Henderson is.”
“Allison Carter is not an airhead. Sean Henderson is,” they echo, their voices shaking.
“I will never disrespect her again.”
“I will never disrespect her again.” They chorus.
I nod, then pat the fat guy on the shoulder because his voice was louder anyway.
“Good,” I tell them. “Now I want you to run out of this room as fast as you can, wit
