Mister Foreman began to declare, "Okay, this last activity is called 'Tackle Battle'. What you do is knock down people from the opposite teams using your pad. If you fall down, you are out. The last man or girl standing will bring their team to victory... sort of."
"Okay, why is more violence incorporated in this event?" asked Skye.
"You can't hurt yourselves. If you fall, you got to fall on the pad. Everyone ready?"
90 percent of the seniors cheered.
"Alright, make some room."
The teams split up, distancing themselves and searching for an opponent to knock down.
"On your mark, get set, get outta here!"
Almost every senior screamed to the top of their lungs as they bolted towards one another. When two people would collide, the impact on their pads would bounce both of them back, knocking both of them over. Yet, the strongest people would knock more people over and not even flinch.
Andrea, like a wild animal, went after Mauricia and knocked her down with such force. Before Andrea could gloat, Pamela, from behind, knocked Andrea down even though they were on the same team.
"Ha!" Pamela uttered.
Suddenly, she took a great fall when Skye hit her from behind with her pad.
"Don't worry, Andrea," she said, helping her up. "I got you."
More and more people were taken out and filling the sidelines. Lizzie worriedly scrambled around the vicious crowd, trying to avoid getting hit. Eventually, the guy from earlier who looked like Dolph Lundren charged at her and knocked her down like a rhino. Lizzie shrieked before flying across the field. Soon, Lizzie's boyfriend, DeMarcus, hurled at the buff guy and made him miss his footing. DeMarcus grabbed Lizzie's hands and lifted her up.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I lost," Lizzie whined.
"That's okay. We'll lose together."
DeMarcus put his arm around his smiling girlfriend and they walked off of the field together.
"Oh, I can't possibly hit anyone," Debra said to herself, loitering in the center of the field.
She looked over her shoulder and witnessed her boyfriend, Kyle, take a hit. Easily, she got angry and charged at the guy who knocked him down.
"Don't you hurt my boyfriend!" she said.
She jumped at the guy and knocked him down on his back. She landed on him, losing her balance as well, deliberately, of course.
Someone attempted to bump into Madeline but she didn't budge.
"Watch it!" she said. "I can't afford to scratch up my skin. I put on moisturizer, like, five times a day. And that is not a lie."
She was approached by her scrawny yet adorable male friend, Calvin, who she had known for four years and takes journalism.
"Hello, Madeline," he greeted.
"Oh, hey, Calvin," she greeted back. "What's going on? You're gonna tackle me?"
"Of course not, Madeline."
"Good 'cause I'm not trying to get grass stains, especially on this uniform. I do not feel like getting dirty."
"I hear you. This whole thing was supposed to be fun but now, I feel like it's more competitive. Hey, do you want me to protect you?"
"I'm flattered, Calvin, but no way. You are not strong enough."
"Hey, I'm strong!"
Out of nowhere, Allen Hoss used his pad to crash into Calvin who ended up knocking over Madeline. Madeline fell on her back with Calvin laying on her body horizontally. When Allen ran away, Madeline hurriedly moved Calvin off of her and she sat up.
"That's it, Allen," she shouted, looking for Allen. "We're over!"
Madeline stood up and lifted up her friend, Calvin, who was as light as a feather. The crowd of competitors shrunk and the sidelines grew with losers. It took a good ten minutes for there to be one winner. And that winner was Lee, Skye's friend.
Mister Foreman approached the four-eyed girl and patted her on the back. "Looks like Lee Samuels won which means Group Three won this round!"
The seniors of Group Three, which includes the girls, cheered.
"Now, all we have to do is tally up the scores and find out who is the winner."
Lee ran up to her team and the first thing she did was pick up Skye in a spinning hug.
"We got the points," cheered Lee before pecking her friend on the cheek.
"We sure did," Skye agreed awkwardly. "I told you I wasn't a lesbian, right?"
Lee put her friend down. "Oh, of course."
"I got grass stains on my sneakers," complained Madeline.
"And a piece of grass in your hair," pointed out Andrea.
Madeline placed her hand on top of her head. "What? Ergh! I just shampooed my hair yesterday."
"If you didn't want to get dirty, you should stayed on the bleachers."
"Or put a shower cap on," added Skye.
"Attention, folks!" declared Mister Foreman, holding up an index card. "I got the scores. And the winner... of the Battle of the Classes is... Group... "
Every senior anticipated what Foreman was going to say with most of them leaning in to hear him more clearly and expressing various faces of hope.
"Two!"
Everyone from Group Two got fired up, hugging and high-fiving each other. Everyone else groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Congratulations, Group Two! As the winner of this event, you will receive homework passes..."
"Ugh," moaned Skye.
"... free lunch..."
"Ugh!"
"... and early release forms..."
"Ugh-uh!"
"... for exactly the next two weeks."
"Two weeks? That's not enough."
"Congratulations! And I will see you all at the pep rally."
After that announcement, Allen Hoss walked over to Skye who felt him inches away and turned around.
"Hey, Skye," he said.
Madeline rolled her eyes and looked away.
"Hey, Albert," Skye responded.
"It's Allen."
"Right."
"I've noticed you did a good job in the Tackle Battle."
"Thanks."
"How bout later--"
Allen was interrupted by Skye's adorable, pale-skinned boyfriend, Jeffrey, who showed up and came over to Skye with a warm embrace.
"Hey, Skye," he smiled and put his arm around her neck. "I haven't talked to you all day."
"That's okay," Skye smiled back, holding onto his wrist.
"Who's that?" asked Allen.
"That's Jeffrey. My boyfriend."
"How do you do, sir?" Jeffrey asked in a geeky way.
Allen just stood there with a perplexed look on his face. Madeline snickered and walked up beside the couple.
"In yo' face!" Madeline rubbed it in.
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