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Gabriel's Revenge By: C.A. Grey I changed some things around in the story. I think I fixed a lot of the plot holes and overall problems with the story. Thanks to all who reviewed it, and sorry I took so long to get back to it. The second chapter was submitted at the same time as this, so hopefully it's posted! He awoke to darkness. It was 4:45 A.M. Gabriel Martin had been dreaming of something peculiar just moments before, but could not remember exactly what it was. He would have to be awake in about an hour. He should go ahead and get up, get dressed, and face the day. It was 7:45 A.M. Gabriel Martin, had fallen back to sleep. The grim reality that he had missed his bus and had only thirty minutes to get ready and ride his bike to school hit him quite hard as he faced the clock. With a leap he started his mad dash. A quick look in the mirror after his minute long shower confirmed that he still had the same dark eyes and sallow complexion. He quickly threw on a tee-shirt and some jeans and rushed out the door. He arrived at school at approximately 8:19 A.M., four minutes late, very sweaty, red faced and his hair still wet from the shower. His mother "cannot waste time taking you ten miles out of my way because you can't be an adult." or something like that, he really never pays attention when she speaks, it's sort of involuntary. Of course, this would have to be on his B day. Which means he has coach Krauss first period. Getting in without being noticed would be key, seeing as how this will be his fifth tardy, which means detention, which means he'll have to spend the afternoon being harassed by football players while coach Krauss is destroying what little self esteem the Jr. Varsity team may have left. If luck is on his side, he might be able to slide in the door while Krauss is playing solitaire on his PC, which more often than not, is an integral part of his lax teaching style. One peek in the window...and... Jackpot! He's in the back of the room, playing solitaire. Getting in the door silently is child's play, everyone else is doing meaningless paper work. If Gabe can just reach his desk, 3rd row, two seats back, he's gold. Rebekah Spaulding glances up from her tedious fact finding, acknowledges his presence and looks back down at her work. If it had been any other girl in the classroom, Gabe might have had a chance. He might have made it back to his desk, he might have made it back home in time to catch his favorite T.V. show, and he might have even made it home without being humiliated at school just once. Her sky blue eyes that reflected the beauty of the world, her long auburn hair, and her luscious full lips. Unfortunately, it was Rebekah. The mere fact that she had noticed his existence was enough to take away whatever sure-footedness that remained in him. In the brief instance of the glance, he managed to catch his foot on Krauss' podium, reach for an empty desk for support, and bring both objects crashing down on top of him. While the laughter broke out around him, he could hear that all too familiar squeak of the chair in the back of the room, he could feel that all too familiar gurgle in his stomach, and lastly he heard that all too familiar German accent. "So, Mr. Martin? You have finally managed to join us today," said the bald figure that suddenly came looming into Gabe's view. "I believe..." He reached down to pick up his roll book, keeping eye contact with Gabe the entire time, "Yes, Mr. Martin. This is your FIFTH tardy. Which I am sure you understand means that you will be spending the evening with me as I lead our Titans in practice." "Yes sir," Gabe said meekly and again fully flush. He managed to glance at Rebekah, who watched the scene with interest, as did her friend Gretchen Crowe, who was sitting behind her snickering at my misfortune.. "Now, if you wouldn't mind taking your seat, AFTER, you clean up this mess, and begin working on assignment 4 on page 72." and with that, Krauss began walking to the back of the room, to pick up where he left off. The first three periods went by without much further embarrassment. It wasn't until lunch that humiliation again reared its ugly head. Troy Thomas, the Quarterback for the Ridgemont Titans, was at his usual table, with his usual crew, Marcus Day, Andrew Clayton and Cedric Morris. And of course the setting would not be complete without the beautiful Rebekah Spaulding and Gretchen Crowe. Gabe of course saw this from the rear corner of the lunch room, close to the dish area, where one could smell the rancid waste coming from the 35 gallon trash cans four feet away from his table. He used to sit here with his friend John Larkins, a fellow undesirable, who understood the finer points of computer games and web page design. Unfortunately, the latter was what helped John get into the Govenor's School for the Arts, leaving Gabe to fend for himself in his sophomore year. Gabe wasn't unattractive, he just hadn't grown into himself yet. Which was some line his mother fed him anytime he got a little down on himself. He was 6'2 with the coordination of a two year old, which left him out of any organized athletics, and his gangly frame had earned him the less than affectionate moniker of "Bones." Troy had been the clever devil who came up with the nick name. Troy stood 6'4" and weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds, all muscle. Gabe would possibly only weigh a hundred and forty pounds soaking wet. Troy had short cropped blond hair, steely blue eyes, and a smile that belonged to Adonis. Gabe had long stringy black hair, bland brown eyes, and braces that could set off a metal detector from ten feet away. He had accepted the fact that he wasn't exactly what the average female desired in regards to a strapping handsome young lad. However, for some reason he couldn't get over one girl. Rebekah Spaulding was not just out of his league, hell, she was in an entirely different sport. She was a senior for one, which as anyone knows, senior women do not date sophomore boys. He had once worked up the nerve to put an anonymous note in her locker last year. Turns out one of Troy's football buddies just happened to have a locker directly across from hers. This of course resulted in the pinnacle of Gabe's embarrassment at Ridgemont, which was when certain members of the football team had tied him to the goal post the following Friday of the note incident, and left him there for the grounds-keeper to find the next morning. It was in remembering this that made Gabe look away, before Troy had noticed his longing stare. Hell, Gabe didn't have to stare any longer, he had memorized her every feature. Her long auburn hair, her cream colored complexion, her cute little nose, and of course her stacked little body... He would remember the way she looked until the day he died. It was in this state of longing, with his eyes closed, and his penis erect under the table, that three of the guys from Troy's table had been able to get up, empty their lunch trays into the garbage, and get a wonderful idea. As Gabe was lost in his imagination, he could not help but notice the garbage smell was suddenly stronger. As he opened his eyes, he felt something liquid pour down his back, and suddenly he became covered in the food remains of at least three hundred of his fellow students. The stench was horrendous, not too mention the weird sensation of cold spaghetti sliding down his face. In a fit of rage he turned to face his tormenters, with his right hand in a fist he hit Marcus Day. Marcus, Cedric, and Andrew had been laughing, along with the rest of the lunchroom, until Gabe's fist landed with a hard smack on Marcus' jaw. The room slowly became silent. Marcus' head turned about 45 degrees to his right. It was with an unholy horror that Gabe realized what he had done, and knew that retribution was at hand. Out of instinct, he ducked, spun to his left, and started to run. Sadly, he had forgotten about the part liquid, part solid mess that had circled around his feet. Upon his first foot fall, his right leg flew forward at what some would call half the speed of light, while his left foot attempted to hold its ground, failed, and slid behind him. One of the worst pains a man can go through in his life is utter humiliation. It's a pain that comes from dying pride. However, Gabe learned that the worst pain is a full split on hard tile. It was as if his strike on Marcus Day had not occurred. Immediately the room was filled with howling laughter, meanwhile Gabe lay on the floor on the verge of a breakdown. It was somewhere between the three stooges leaving him, and the arrival of the head lunchroom lady that Gabe realized that if there was a God, he most certainly hated him. After helping to clean up the mess, apologizing for his clumsiness (for Gabe was not a stoolie), and seeing the nurse to check for injury to his groin, Gabe was allowed to shower in the gym, and to change into some sweats with the words "Ridgemont Titans" across his chest and down his leg. By the time this had all happened, school was over, and it was time for his detention. He had the dubious pleasure of doing any menial chores that Krauss pulled from his ass, all of which seemed a little more embarrassing in his new attire. The best part of the entire experience was that the track team was circling the practice field the entire football practice, so Gabe had an outstanding view of Rebekah's beautiful firm ass swaying as she ran. And of course, her perfect 34-D breast barely contained by her sports bra. And my god, she was only 5'0, and Gabe had a major thing for short women. It was in the times the coach was chewing out the Titans, that he would catch his best view of her. She seemed to have a hard look of determination as she ran, Gabe was sure she hadn't even noticed that she had a voyeur enjoying her run as well. At 6:13 P.M. Gabe was unlocking his bike from the chain on the bike rack. He was tired from having to put away all the team's practice gear, and of course from the earlier humiliations of the day. It was just as he had freed his bike, and was preparing for the journey home, that he felt someone behind him. He turned swiftly, with his fist balled at his side, and a stone look on his face, to be staring down at the most beautiful sky blue eyes he had ever seen. "Hey, Greg, isn't it?" Rebekah said. "N-no.**a-hem** It's actually eh.. Gabe." Gabe said sheepishly "Oh, sorry!" She smiled, "I'm just so bad with names!" Her eyes watched for a corresponding grin from Gabe, which of course came. "I was wondering if you might need a ride home, after the day you've had I don't think you'll want to ride home on that." She said pointing to his bike. "Um, w-well, I-uh, I mean. I don't think T-Troy would like that very much." He said as his cheeks became bright red. "Well, how about we hurry to my car, and I promise I won't tell him if you won't?" She said with a devious grin. "Um, ok. Sure. But I think we better hurry." He said this quickly, whilst looking around to make sure no one saw him talking to her. "Sure, it's this way." She said, as she headed towards the senior parking lot. They arrived in the senior parking lot and only a few cars were left, Gabe didn't see Troy's Mustang, so he assumed he was safe. "You can put your bike in the back of my Cherokee," Rebekah said as they approached a late model red Jeep Cherokee. As he was loading his bike into the back of her SUV, he felt someone lay a hand on his shoulder. "How ya doin' there, Bones?" He recognized the voice. It was full of some ungodly confidence, a voice more fitting for King Arthur or Achilles, not just some high school quarterback. Before Gabe could turn completely around, he felt a sharp blow to his left temple, as the world around him swirled into darkness, he heard the most beautiful voice in the world say "I hope you teach that fucking pervert to keep his eyes to himself." Those were the last words he heard before his mind slipped into utter darkness. He awoke in darkness for the second time today. He was cold, and in so much pain that he doubted that he was alive. Imagine if someone threw you in front of a train as it went passing by at 200 miles an hour, and you'll have some vague conception of how much pain Gabriel Martin felt, as he lay 400 yards from route 20 in a marsh, on the back tire of his ten speed bike. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his ribs throbbed like nothing he had ever experienced before. He decided to lie back down and reflect on his situation. He knew that he had been hit over the head with a blunt object. He knew that the girl of his dreams thought he was some pervert and thought that he needed to have the ever loving shit beat out of him... He slowly realized that the girl of his dreams must invariably be a heinous bitch. In the two hours Gabe sat reflecting, he realized that he should have noticed this earlier for several reasons: One of which was that he had seen her flirt with other guys, knowing full well that if Troy found out, they would receive a little piece of hell: Two, her only friend was Gretchen Crowe, who had once fucked a guy in a janitor's closet, slid her skirt back up and stole his clothes, leaving him in there for the janitor to find right as 3rd period was letting out; And finally, she dated Troy Thomas, who is the biggest douche in the world. Gabe finally made it to his feet, looking at his bike, he felt that it had perhaps received more punishment than he had. So he dropped his bike back into the marsh, for it would do him no good, and began to head towards the lights on the road. About six paces from his starting point, he tripped over a fallen branch and fell face first into the muck. Upon getting up he noticed a large coin about two inches from where his face made an imprint. He picked it up to examine it, but couldn't quite make out the details in the dark, so he went to pocket it, realized he was still wearing the sweats which had no pockets, and decided to hold onto it until he got home. "Gabe, hon, this is Mom," said the answering machine, to which Gabe rolled his eyes, who the hell else sounds like his mom and calls him hon, "I'm going to have to go out of town for two weeks, we have a shoot in Alaska that Phil couldn't make, so I have to go in his place. Now I've put $300.00 dollars in your bank account to cover food or any emergencies while I'm gone, please don't spend it all in one day! Love you! I'll call again when I can. **Bzzp "End of Messages-BEEP!" He had finally gotten a ride back on a farm truck that was headed into town to set up for the County Fair Saturday morning. Having gotten the stench of the marsh, the chickens in the back of the truck, and what remained of the cafeteria incident out with a long shower, Gabe went to his room to put on some boxers and a tee-shirt. When he was heading downstairs to watch his favorite late night cartoon block, he noticed the coin he had put on the edge of his dresser. It was about the size of a half dollar, and had writing on one side, and some symbol on the other, it was pretty worn, Gabe really couldn't tell what it was supposed to be. The writing, which took up almost the entire other side of the coin was written very small. Gabe went to his nightstand and pulled a magnifying glass out of the drawer, to get a better look at the writing. It appeared to be written in some other language, even the letters were different. They looked like lines just crossing over one another at different places, maybe like rune script. Gabe tried to make out what they said, but it just wasn't coming. He finally said aloud "Fuck it, I've had a long day. I just want these cuts and bruises to go away and to get some sleep." And with that the coin glowed from its original dull bronze to a bright gold and before it could register, Gabe was fast asleep. He awoke in utter brightness. It was almost as if the sun was right outside his bedroom window, beating on the glass, threatening to break in. He opened his eyes and the brightness stung like a thousand hornets. He was looking at the carpet of his bedroom and the bottom of his dresser. He started to get up, and a long string of drool flowed from his mouth to the floor. He staggered up and went to look in the mirror of his dresser. He had the imprint of his carpet on the left side of his face. He looked like hell, but he looked a lot better than he had last night, and he felt as though he had slept a thousand years. Upon looking at his clock, he realized he had only slept until 2:27 in the afternoon. He had missed school, but was not really that upset about it. He noticed, a few feet from where he had been sleeping, the coin he had found last night. It was still golden, but it was not glowing like he remembered before he went to sleep. Perhaps that had been part of a dream, Gabe thought as he bent to pick up the coin. He noticed that the writing on the coin had changed, which quite frankly oogied him out a little, but discounted the strangeness of the writing the previous night to dreams once again. He picked up his magnifying glass off the floor to inspect the coin again, to his surprise the symbol on the reverse of the coin had been in fact the number six, nothing mythical at all really. He looked at the writing which read: "Fortune has smiled upon you, the bearer of this coin! This is the coin of Onderious the Wise. Protector of the weak, arm of the Gods! This coin will grant you any spoken desire seven times. After your seventh desire has been granted, the coin will find a new weakened soul to enrich." Gabe was dumbstruck. If this thing were real, he could do anything. Screw Genie's, hell they only gave three wishes, this thing grants seven! Seven wishes!... The more Gabe thought about it, the more sceptical he grew. If it really was so great and powerful, why was it lying in a marsh? And secondly, Gabe had never heard of Onderious the Wise, and he had a slight penchant for myths and legends. However, he decided it couldn't hurt to test it out, and what better way to do so than to wish for something stupid. Gabe held the coin firmly in his right hand, holding it out a little and spoke aloud, "I wish that my penis was 14 inches long!" The coin glowed fiercely in his hand, meanwhile from the slit in the front of his boxers his penis started coming out, as if of its' own free will. "This is fucking incredible!" Gabe said as he watched his penis extend farther than his feet from his body. He looked back at the coin, only to notice that instead of the number six that had been there previously, there was now a number five. "Shit! I wasted a wish on sleep!" Gabe released in frustration, "Hmmm. Well, I better get the good stuff out of the way first, just in case something happens... Or I wake up!" After spending about an hour walking around the house in his boxers with his penis hanging out the right leg hole, he finally had nailed down two solid wishes, that he was sure would not backfire on him, not that any he had made thus far had done so, but you can never be too careful with magical objects. "It is my desire to always be successful in any endeavor I begin." Gabe said aloud as he grasped the coin firmly in his right hand. It of course glowed brightly and the five on the coin became a four. Feeling proud of himself for making such a good wish, he continued with his next wish. "I wish that I was very attractive to the opposite sex, and that this wish would help me find my soul-mate." Gabe figured that this wish would actually take up two wishes, but to his surprise and relief it only took up one. And after the coin had glowed bright, a three appeared on the coin where the four had previously been. Gabe's curiosity getting the better of him, he went back up to his bathroom to get a better look at himself in the mirror. As he looked in the mirror, he didn't really notice anything too different about the way he looked. He noticed that he seemed to stand straighter, and his complexion was clear, whereas he usually has to wage a never ending war on acne. It wasn't until he opened his mouth that he noticed that the braces which once were such a pain in the ass were completely gone and his teeth were impeccably straight. "I'd say that this is a pretty good improvement." Gabe said aloud himself. He spent the rest of the day doing pretty much nothing. He did test out his new "equipment" to see if it actually worked. It worked magnificently. He also tested out his success wish in the best way he knew how. Gabe dominated the Global Gaming Network boards that day. Logged in as "Destroyer458" he managed to slay untold numbers in Unbelievable Tournament 12. It was truly a red letter day. That night as he lay in bed, his every thought began to explore the possibilities of getting back at everyone of those bastards at school. Not exactly visions of dancing sugar plums, but it seemed to put Gabe right to sleep. The next day Gabe took the bus, seeing as how his bike was still somewhere out in the marshlands off route 20. He noticed that he kept getting stares from several of the girls on the bus. From middle school girls to the bus driver. He couldn't help but snicker to himself a little. At 8:14 and 56 seconds in the A.M., Gabe sauntered into Coach Heinrich Krauss' 1B U.S. History class, and took a seat on the third row, two seats back. The girls in the classroom for some reason were distracted all period, including one Rebekah Spaulding. Gabe looked pretty much the same as he had before. He wasn't wearing anything special, and he hadn't really filled out his frame, but all the same he was invited to sit with some sophomore girls he knew from Biology. Meanwhile, six tables away there was a mildly interesting conversation taking place. "I thought you said you beat the shit out of him and left him in the woods?!" Rebekah hissed to Troy, who honestly looked dumbfounded. "Listen, babe. Me and the guys took Bones out to the fucking marshes off 20 and beat the fuck out of him until he looked like he was almost dead. You know I don't go light on anybody who fucks with my girl. I don't know how the hell he's walking straight, much less walking around without a scratch on him." Troy said with anger almost seeping out of his pores. "Are you sure that's him?" Gretchen said, looking a little confused. " Cause I swear he wasn't that hot before!" "What the hell are you talking about?!?" Marcus said swiftly, after all, Gretchen Crowe was his girlfriend of only two weeks, he had to be a little shocked that she was looking for something new, especially when she's getting a little turned on by a guy that might as well tattoo "hurt me please" on his forehead. "No. She's right; there is something different about him. Ewww god! I think I might find him sexy too!" Rebekah said with obvious revulsion. "Troy, I hope you actually taught him a lesson about stalking me!" "Don't worry about it, that boney bastard might not survive the next beating we give him." said Troy with a grim surety. Gabe noticed the glances that he had received from the table which held some of the bastards who were undoubtedly plotting against him for the worst. All the while he fingered the coin in his pocket, whilst he tried to converse with the girls at his table. Gabe was prepared for the eventuality that he would encounter the same loathsome bastards that had seemingly tried to kill him, and sure enough, there they were, waiting beside the bike rack. Now had these four guys had more brain capacity combined than that of your average hamster, they would have thought something was up when Gabe showed up, and the bike rack had been empty since before they had got there, but then we are talking about football players. "Hey bones! I'm glad to see you're feeling better, it's going to make it so much more enjoyable to stomp your face back to the way we left it the other night!" Troy said from across the breezeway. Gabe looked around to make sure no one was nearby to see what he was about to do. Apparently his tormenters had made sure that no one was going to be around to see what they thought they were going to do. "Hi Troy!" Gabe said with the confidence of a man who knew what the future held. "I'm glad to see that you made it here to wish me well, and look! You brought friends too! You guys, you really shouldn't have come. Really." Marcus whispered to Troy, "Something's wrong here, he doesn't exactly have that really scared look that we usually get from guys like him." "Goddamnit Marcus, he's just a fucking punk kid." Troy hissed, "It's not like he's gonna kick our asses, I mean hell, for all I care we could let Cedric and Andrew kick his ass and we'll just watch, just chill the fuck out." Gabe was about ten feet away. He did seem to look a little different, but Troy couldn't place the difference. Gabe meanwhile noticed that the four jocks, who easily out muscled him by a good 1000 lbs. at the very least, looked as if they were about to kill. Gabe smirked. "Before we do this," Gabe said, when he noticed Cedric starting to step forward, his words causing the motion to halt. "I want to say a few 'last words,' if I may." "Make them good." Troy said with that confident powerful voice. Gabe fingered the coin in his pocket, and pulled it out with a flourish and held it as he had before, the bewildered football players just looked at him quizzically as he said "I wish that Troy Thomas and Gretchen Crowe were twin sisters with six times the sex drive that Gretchen currently has." Troy was about to laugh at the stupid bastard across the breezeway, when he felt a sharp stab in his head. The pain was excruciating, he managed to look at his forearm and hand as the skin moved as if there was something crawling around underneath. The hair on his arms and what little was on his hand started pulling back into the skin. His hands grew smaller and his finger nails longer. As he watched, his well muscled forearm began to shrink and take on a very feminine look. He felt his chest start to tingle and ripped his shirt open to reveal a similar process occurring on his chest, only his nipples had started to grow much larger and began pushing out from his chest. Troy's face was the definition of confusion and pain. Gabe's face was pure malice. And Marcus, Cedric, and Andrew watched helplessly as their quarterback, their friend, started to shrink from 6'4" to a slight 5'5". In what can only be described as a screech, Troy screamed out in pain/shock/horror as his penis retracted into himself and where it once was, a subtle mound formed in it's place. The transformation was completed and there stood in all her naked glory, with her shirt, pants, and shoes all fallen around her feet, Tori Crowe. She quickly crossed her arms and looked at Gabe with a violent rage. "What the hell did you do to me you sick fuck!" Tori screamed in her voice, which was now more liken to a valley girl than a Viking god. "Nothing," said Gabe coolly, "Compared to what I'm going to do to your friends." He said with an evil grin. Before the jocks could get a good run started, they heard a voice from behind them say: "I wish that Marcus Day, Cedric Morris, and Andrew Clayton were all turned into the newest three female freshman cheerleaders, with each one having these specifications: A height of 5'6", their chest size a 36D, their waist 26" diameter and their hips 32" in diameter." The coin glowed a fiery gold as the former jocks experienced the same changes as their former leader. With the exception of course of the clothes, the jeans and jerseys that the boys had been wearing had been transformed into the skimpy red and gold cheer leading skirts. The initials "RHS" emblazoned across their chest, each of them looked terrified. And when it was done, the two on the coin changed to a one, and there before Gabe stood the beautiful girls now named: Marcia Day, Cedra Morris, and Andrea Clayton. Stunning visions of beauty, who while sharing similar body measurements, each filled out the specifications differently. Marcia with coffee colored skin and hair all the way down to her ass in a big pony-tail; Cedra with skin as white as the driven snow, and fire red hair that went just below her shoulders; and Andrea with a golden tan, and bright platinum blond hair that was bobbed short at the middle of her neck. Each was the the definition of hot. The four boys who had stood so confidently before their weaker nemesis, who had out muscled him at the very least by 1000lbs., now altogether weighed only about 420lbs. Give or take. "I'm going to you kill..." Marcia had begun to say before she let out the tiniest wisp of a peep. "Oh my god, you sick son of a bitch look what you've done. I can't be this," he said looking down at his now gorgeous figure, "I'm a man damn it! I'm a man!" She said with a sweet desperate soprano. "I'm quite sorry my dear, I'm afraid that from here, you don't quite look it." Gabe finished with a laugh. It looked as though they were all on the verge of tears. Andrea and Cedra were speechless, but come to think of it, Gabe had never actually heard them speak before. Tori had picked up the long sleeved shirt that Troy was wearing and put it on in all the confusion, although now she had to roll up the sleeves a considerable amount just to let her dainty hands peek out. And the bottom of the shirt extended beyond her knees. Filling out Gretchen's measurements to a tee, Tori had a 36C chest, a 24" waist and 29" hips. Her short blonde hair bouncing just above her shoulders, and her honey colored eyes locked in on Gabe. She stepped clumsily out of the size 13 shoes that used to be a little snug on Troy's feet, and started towards Gabe. Gabe put up his hands to block the undoubted barrage of punches and blows he felt he was surely about to receive. But surprisingly Tori ran up and embraced him, looking up at Gabe she said, "I don't know why, but for fuck's sake I need you inside me RIGHT NOW!!" She began unzipping his pants, to which Gabe backed away from quickly. "Whoa! Whoa! You were a guy like two minutes ago!" Gabe said frantically whilst trying to keep Tori out of his pants. Sure, Tori was hot, but she was a man two minutes ago! "You stupid fucker, don't you get it? I NEED sex. You said that I would have six times the sex drive of Gretchen!" Tori said pleadingly. "Yeah, so?" Gabe said kind of getting it, and kind of not. "Gretchen's a whore you dumb ass! She'll sleep with anybody! Hell I fucked her last Saturday night!" Tori was now ripping at Gabe's pants, when out of nowhere Marcia flies in and tackles Tori. "You son of a bitch!" Marcia screeched with anger, "Gretchen's my girlfriend" she said, as they rolled around on the concrete and onto the grass slapping, biting and kicking each other. Gabe was too aroused to tell them that it really didn't matter now that neither one of them would be fucking Gretchen ever again. Gabe looked up to see Andrea and Cedra running over to break up the fight. He slowly walked away, as three cheerleaders and a sex-crazed bimbo rolled around on the grass, fighting over another woman. Gabe's next target was that evil bitch Rebekah... Look for Chapter 2!