The stand in lecturer

Monday came with no sight of Benson, Rebecca knew he wouldn't have the balls to show, it's never happened before, why should it now? Maybe it was the RV? Everyone probably thinks she's the poor girl due to it, but there are other reasons why they live in a house with wheels.

She entered the campus gates and saw Tiffany walk one side, quickly catching up to her she poked her side making her give a shriek, but the blue blush on her left cheek made Rebecca almost see that right hook hit her.

"That! Fucking bastard!"

"Please Rebecca, leave it!" 

"No! Look at your face!"

"You warned me Becky, I deserved this"

"That's bullshit! I'm sorting this fucker out right now!" She said placing her strides wider but Tiffany could still keep up walking normally, she knew she shouldn't have drank so much that night! She knew it! But no! Its always drown yourself Rebecca just fucking let it go! Now look what happened to Tiffany! Exactly what she predicted would happen!

"Rebecca please, let it go!"

She turned to her friend and saw her eyes, tears welled up and it made Rebecca melt, she embraced her instead.

"I'm sorry Becky, I should'a listened"

"Its okay, he'll get what's coming I promise"

First half of the day, biology, Rebecca and Tiffany was in the same class, so was Daniel.

Rebecca gave him a glare as they entered but he only gave her a dastardly smirk 'He's gonna pay!'

Everyone got seated and the new lecturer stepped in, Danté felt his mind 'zing' from all the eyes on him, the pressure was almost suffocating, he turned to them and placed his bag down, swallowed, pushed his glasses up and cleared his throat.

"Morning, my name is Danté, I'll be your stand in lecturer for the week, miss Persival is on leave" he said, they where well behaved, it made him feel more confident and scanned the faces, there she was far back right, but she seemed furious, her eyes was not on him, it was on her brunette friend, from down there Danté could see the blue bruise.

Rebecca subconsciously looked down in the direction of Daniel, Danté tried to follow it but she was too quick, someone down in the left front rows... Has struck that girl.

He cleared his throat again and checked the table, he didn't know where to start, he didn't know what to say "Nice table heh?" He said and a few chuckles came from the students.

"Can anyone say what page where you last on?" He asked lifting the handbook.

"Page 308 sir!" One called from the back.

"308!? Why do they even make books that thick!?"

The class laughed as he paged to it, and woe and behold they spoke of peristalsis.

"Fine then, let's begin" he wrote the name on the board "Remember people, I'm fresh out of university myself, if you know more, lemme know okay?" He said breaking the ice nicely, he could see the smiles, the attention on him, even the girl he had eyes on, was now focusing on him.

The day went on like this, smoothly, his extra effort to put in some crunch time helped him understand what he needed to explain, and just as he found rhythm the bell rang for break.

"Enjoy people" he called as they stood up, Danté saw them leave the bags, which indicated they will probably return here again afterwards. 

Rebecca passed him and he halted her "Excuse me?"

"Uh, yes sir?"

"I saw your leers of fury up there, your friend has a badly blue cheek, mind telling me what happened?"

She folded her arms in anger "A guy she hung out with Friday night struck her"

"Oh, how shameful, what's this man's name?"

"Daniel"

"He's in this class right? I saw you glance down here to the left?"

Her anger faded slightly "You don't miss things do you?"

He shrugged "It's to say, I don't mean to flirt but your captivating eyes had my attention during that time"

She snorted and walked to the table where Daniel sat and patted it "Here"

He nodded "Thank you, have a good break"

She left wordless.

First summary, the chances of her getting this Daniel in her claws now during this break is great, what would stop her? Maybe a friend, maybe the one with the blue cheek, will she exert herself and beat the bastard?

Danté grabbed his bottle of cola, which he mixed of course and headed out after Rebecca, following at a distance he wanted to see if she was going to kick his ass, the strength in her would clearly  show, half a day of class had Danté sum up the faces and bodies, Daniel was quarterback material, and Rebecca was rather built but still a young woman.

Through the whole break the poor beaten girl begged Rebecca not to act, and Rebecca struggled to tame herself, when break bell rang Danté swiftly disappeared and headed back to class.

"Nothing" he said, first attempt to find the truth is a bust.

Back in the lecture hall Danté patiently waited for the students to enter, whilst that happened he thought it be nice to look up some background on Daniel, sum him up, learn a little about him, perks of having ties with the Cross. When the class was seated he took his glasses off and closed his laptop.

"So!" He said loudly and got up, walked round the table then brought his gaze on Daniel "You're the quarterback aren't you?"

He smiled and nodded.

"Win any games recently?"

"This past Friday"

"Ooh! Now it makes sense, now it all makes sense" he said looking at Rebecca's confused face, then took out his canister of rum and drank from it, the entire class was now confused.

"Get up Daniel, join me here quick" he said gesturing.

The large player stepped out, still smiling.

"So quarterbacks are the heroes of a school, university, college, whatever you call it, you're the main mack hey?"

Daniel shrugged proudly.

"So given our comparison in size, I'm slightly smaller than you, slightly weaker, I'm no quarterback I tell you, but hey, who cares, you certainly won't right?"

Daniel shrugged again and Danté came closer, just so the room between them was enough to execute that right hook, then he tilted his left cheek forward and tapped it "Hit me"

The class gasped.

"Sorry?" Daniel asked.

"Come on! Hit me! I'm giving you a free bee"

Daniel was taken back, he held his hands up "Uh sir?"

"Hit me dammit!" Danté yelled, alcohol was his way to stay calm, he became friendly when he was drunk, but he hadn't had enough just yet, he felt he could boil over at any moment.

Then again who cares, the Silver cross won't allow him to be replaced any time soon, a free 'Get to start some shit' card in his hand, and nothing pissed Danté off more, than a bastard that hits a woman for no fucking reason.

"Hit me... Like you hit her!" Danté said pointing with a thumb to the far back.

Daniel leered up but Danté flicked his fingers "Don't, she didn't ask me, I made a quick assessment of the class and figured it out myself, so this is not on her, I'm the one giving you a lesson now, and the lesson starts with you hitting me!"

Daniel was speechless.

"Come on! A real man can fight another man! But a real man will also not hit a woman! Is that why you can't hit me!? Because your not a real man!?"

Daniel angered up and swung his fist, but Danté rode the blow and it passed his face.

"Hm, a little slow there quarterback" he said lifting his cheek "Try again"

Daniel swung but this time Danté caught it and twisted, Daniel wailed going to one knee "Now you listen here punk! I can end your entire quarterback career right here, I'll break you so badly you won't even be able to attend class! You'll be forced to sip soup through a fucking straw!"

Daniel tapped his twisted shoulder still wailing Rebecca sat blown over watching this, as did the whole class.

"Maybe I should end it! Fuckers like you never learn do you? It takes one guy to put you in your place then only do you get the fucking idea! So what will it be? End of football!? Or respect towards women!?"

"Respect! Respect!" He screamed when Danté twisted further and further.

"What!? Can't hear you over the noise of this gorilla I have in front of me!"

"Please I'll respect I promise!"

Dante let him go and he folded his arm to his chest.

"Lesson over... Please be seated"

Daniel slowly walked and sat down, still red of pain in his face, but Danté's sterling silver eyes was still on him, he slowly approached and leaned on his table.

"Daniel Simmons, grew up in Chicago, dad a police officer, mother a nurse, at the age of ten you fell into a coma from a brain tumor but managed to come out of it, age sixteen you started your football career, still young, but you were big enough to fit the bill, now you came here to do something other than football right? A sports therapist? For in case you break a leg or an arm and can't continue playing football..." Danté held a finger to his face "Listen to me... You don't know me, but its clear I know you, I know where you live, your mother and father, Jane and Beckart, I know where they work, your little sister... Megan..."

Daniel swallowed hard.

"Touch! A fucking woman again, and I will come for you, you can't hide from me, I will make you regret that decision..."

Daniel nodded making Danté smile broadly "Aren't you a behaved boy! Well done!" He said clapping his hands with a pitiful solo applause "Now, everyone, back to your books"