Once I arrived at school, I noticed my best friend, Liv, walking towards me. And right behind her was my other best friend, Alex. Alex is looking especially charming today. All the girls thought he was weird but I thought he was pretty funny.

“Hey. What’s up,” Liv asks.

“Nothing much. Just the same stuff.” I replied.

“I tried calling you last night and you didn’t pick up.” I couldn’t pick up because my Abuelita told me I couldn’t go to the movies with her. Again.

“I was finishing homework.”

“Now when would we ever believe that?” asked Alex.

“Probably never, but that’s what I got.” I responded.

“Hey Aiden, can I talk to you?” questioned Alex. I nodded in response.

We walked to the back of the school where the field was located. And as usual, the field was filled with cheerleaders, football jocks, and track stars.

“I have been meaning to talk to you about this for some time and since we are graduating this year…” Alex never got the chance to finish what he was saying because in that moment a football jock, John, came up to us with his whole team right behind him.

“Hey there Aiden,” he looked over at Alex, “and Jayden.”

He looked back at him with confidence and said, “Alex. My name is Alex.”

“Sure it is,” he focused his attention back on me, “Anyways, I was wondering if I could get a picture with you now that you’re famous.”

“Famous for what?” I asked.

“For being an ugly piece of sh*t!” At that moment, his friends threw a bucket of blue paint and another bucket of baloney at me. And they topped it all off with a picture.

I wanted to kill him. I never knew what I did to deserve this. I had to kill him. And the worst possible way to do it was to make John commit social suicide.

“Hey! What the heck was that for? You’re such a pig!” yelled Alex.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet,” chanted John, “The troll is protecting the dwarf. Maybe in a few years, they’ll produce some freakish lookin’ babies!” A roar of laughter followed. 

I never felt more angry at John. This was not the first of his little "fiascoes". 

Before I tried thinking of a rebuttal to save my pathetic self, I noticed that the roaring laughter died down and that awkward silence followed it. 

"Dude! Somethin's happen to your face fam!" whispered one of the jocks loudly enough for me to hear it. I followed his finger and looked straight at John's face. At that point, everyone there was.

And sure enough, John’s face was swollen as if someone had punched him 200 times. To everyone's surprise, instead of remaining swollen, his face looked as if it were molding. I know I was unfortunate but at that moment I felt bad for John as someone in the crowd said, "Is it just me or is his nose kinda looking like a pig snout?" Everyone tilted their head puzzling what it looked like while John lost his cool.

"WHAT? NOT MY BEAUTIFUL NOSE!!!" he yelled.

“Don’t look now but John has pig face!” said one football players. John eventually covered his face and ran away towards the locker room with the whole football team laughing at his response.

I know I should have helped but I couldn’t help but laugh. This was certainly the cherry on top of my day.