Catholic prayers often had that effect in Ships' school, which was run by devout Mormons.
Now it was Giovanni who had the upper hand, and he rose from his seat, suddenly looking much taller than he had previously.
As he watched Miss Masters gaze approvingly at Giovanni, the tall, Italian exchange student with the sultry green eyes and perfect dark, curly hair, Ships suddenly felt like the world's dorkiest, pimple-faced teenager, and he began to bite his nails nervously.
As Ship watched Bambi, a sudden spur of jealousy rose up inside of him...a jealousy so physically powerful that....
he made a stinkie in his pants.
Ms. Masters looked at Ship disapprovingly, and asked him whether he thought that he was in kindergarten.
Ships could not reply, but ran, squeaking, from the room, while Giovanni smiled a triumphant smile and extended his hand to Bambie.
Giovanni tried to complete his seduction with a raucous rendition of 'Nessun dorma.'
In the bathroom, Ship washed his soiled boxers in the sink while plotting his revenge against Giovanni.
Just then a group of seniors, consisting of Ronnie Milner (Kicker for the football team--spindly, wiry, and crazy as a shithouse rat), Billy Hero (yes, that was really his last name, and he was a linebacker), and Buck Weiland (offensive tackle, captain of the team, and about as big as a cement truck), walked in unexpectedly, and simultaneously burst into laughter when they saw Ships at the sink without any pants.
"What you doin' there boy", one of them laughed as he grabbed Ships by the arm and shoved his head into a urinal.
Ships did the only thing he could think of: he flailed his arms wildly and began to scream like a little girl.
"Pleazzzzze don't hurt me any more", Ships wined and begged continuously.
...but then he had an an inspiration: "I'll write the essays for you that are due tomorrow but you have to help with the...with the wop."
Ronnie, who, besides being the nuttiest freak in school, also hated Italians, stopped and said, "What? You say something about a greaseball, kid?"
I don't like the sound of this, said Marcello Mastroianni, the school principle, as he looked in at the gaggle of adolescent boys.
The boys backed away from Ships, and stood against the wall, denying everything, and looking guilty as hell.
"Wait a sec," said Billy Hero (who considered himself to be the most intelligent of the trio because he was, after all, a linebacker), taking off his baseball hat and flipping it around so that the bill faced backwards, "You're going to write the essey, essays, papers or whatever the crap they are by tomorrow for us?"
(Skip over my last post; I was too slow: The boys are against the wall, looking guilty)
(go ahead and edit it if you want. We'll wait.)
