The sound of his phone jolted Hunter awake. It was a text from Jamal, one of the cornerbacks. “bro check ur tiktok ur famous!”
Suddenly wide awake, Hunter opened the app and saw his follower count had skyrocketed to almost 100,000. The video of the “gift” had racked up millions of views and comments. Many of the comments were other jocks laughing at the situation. A few chided him for being a bully. Hunter grinned as he scrolled through quickly.
The scroll stopped at the last comment, by someone named “enforcerdaddy06660”.
“God gave you height and brawn and athletic ability to attract women,” the comment read, “but apparently not any morals or perspective. Which is where I come in. By this time next year, you will come to understand just how cruel the world is to those without the advantages you’ve decided to squander. If I were you I’d hope Adrian is more forgiving than I am. Good luck, little man.”
Hunter laughed out loud. “They’ll let anybody on the Internet, I guess. And what a stupid name. I bet he’s some fat nerd living in his mom’s basement.” He checked the time. Time to get ready for school.
Hunter walked over and grabbed a pair of jeans, cut to show the rear end built with years of squats and Romanian deadlifts, as well as to advertise his jewels in the front. “If you grow any taller you won’t fit in fashionable clothes anymore,” his mom had said. “Oh, she got jokes,” he’d replied.
He pulled on his Under Armour polo, deliberately one size small to frame his tan, muscular arms and his broad shoulders and pecs while emphasizing his lean waist.
Last but not least, his trusty pair of Air Jordan 1s, size 14. He’d lucked out in the Nike outlet store on vacation earlier in the year. A ball cap with Bass Pro Shops on it, a nod to his country upbringing, completed the outfit.
Hunter grabbed his backpack and meal prep bag, headed out to his truck, gunned it into gear, and headed for school.