Zach was a pretty average guy, at least in terms of the school's students. He would stick out like a sore thumb anywhere else in the world, with his fire-red hair and the spider tattoo on his cheek, but at Faux Weston, he wouldn't even crack the Top 50 in terms of weird. He was a cinematography major, whose father, Coach Phelps, had tried all of Zach's life to make him an athlete in their local college. Zach's mom, however, was able to convince Carter to let Zach go to his own school.
Looks like Carter was about to get his way anyways.
* * *
It was Friday, September 17th. Zach was swamped with work, even though it was the first month of his junior year of college. He had a History of Film report due by the end of October about the early years of film, and a Basic Drawing project due next Friday, in which he was required to draw a character of their own design in a comic book style. In addition, he also had his required classes, like Advanced Algebra and Literacy 101, which he had nightly homework for. It was beginning to pile onto him, as this was his second to last year, and he hadn't exactly made his mark on the school like he hoped. Things weren't getting any better, as he had heard rumors of a sports division being added to the school, which might diversify the school, but then it wouldn't really be an "art" college anymore, which was the whole reason he paid $5k each year to go to a school on the other side of the country. He put off his misgivings to focus on his schoolwork.
*One Month Later*
It was Sunday, October 17th. The sports division was implemented at the beginning of October, and was met with much resistance. after about a week, however, everyone decided if they stopped caring, they'd stop the program. That did not happen.
Zach and his friend Jenni were working on a design for the school mascot. If they could get theirs accepted, they'd make their mark on the school forever.
"I'm thinking red and black for the colors." Jenni said, pulling out those respective markers.
"Maybe, but i'm more partial to purple and blue. Just looks softer." Zach replied, sketching out quick designs for his mascot.
"Ooh, yeah, that would be great for the mascot!"
*The Next Day*
Zach was walking up to the booth to submit their design: The Faux Weston Foxes. The two had spent the previous night working tirelessly to design not only a mascot logo, but also designs for the mascot suit.
When they turned in their files, they ran into Coach Phelps, who recognized his son immediately.
"Hey, Zach! I forgot you went to this school. Are you signing up for the Football Team?"
"N-No." Zach mumbled, turning in the file and pretending not to be related to Phelps.
"Are ya sure, Zach? Would be ashame to let those Pee-Wee Football lessons go to waste."
"That's what i plan on doing..." Zach replied, moving on to his first class f the day.
Coach Phelps took out his phone and dialed a number for C.O.A.C.H. When the leader of the lab answered, Phelps said, "Hey, Marv. I think i found our first test subject." A brief pause followed. "It's Coach Phelps"