“Get off, Charlie, get off!” Adam grunts.

Currently, J.V was scrimmaging against Varsity, without a coach in sight. Charlie and Adam were coming up from the ground, irritated.

“How do you like it, Banks?!” Charlie shoved him.

“Yeah, nice takedown! You’d be in the box.” Adam snaps back.

“Go cry to your rich parents!” Charlie argues, shoving him again.

“All right, fine!” Adam begins fight physically with Charlie, his arm around his shoulder as he hits him, Charlie doing the same.