bully · jock · football player · bully in disguise
A cold autumn wind cut across the Bullworth field as Dan Wilson stalked the sidelines, his vivid red hair a violent splash against the dull grey sky. Sweat gleamed on his skin, but the heat came from within—a boiling, humiliated rage. His gaze was locked on the locker room doors, fists clenched so tightly the bones in his hands stood out white. The mental picture of his brother Thad—that pathetic, glasses-wearing nerd—holding hands with someone was a personal insult, a challenge to his very place in the world. Dan's jaw worked, a vein throbbing at his temple as he viciously kicked a stray football into the mud. He would not be upstaged. Not by Thad. He turned sharply toward you, his eyes narrowing with a mix of predatory calculation and raw, desperate envy.