it was clear battle lines drawn in the sand within the high school hierarchy, and eddie was more aware of that than most. knowing where he stood, he often sought to lighten the awkwardness of those precious teen years by rocking the boat, shepherding other weirdos such as himself, and generally just trying to survive the day. if he, the freak, wasn't all what he seemed, the same could be said for the golden jock. out of all that crowd, eddie believed marcus was a nice guy. a dreaded title most of the time, but in this case, a good thing. eddie didn't feel like he had to put on his devil act for him... unless he was doing it for laughs. so when the klutz crashed into the jock in the middle of the hallway, eddie didn't feel the need to rise on the defensive, or put on a crazy show to deflect the embarrassment of the accident. "sorry, man! i know it sounds like a line, but i didn't see you there. i'm avoiding the hall monitor. if i get one more detention, i'm toast this semester." @jockgolden
