Nathan stared at the medallion, the magnificent glow creating visions in his head. He saw himself as a god, reigning with powers he could barely even fantasize before. He saw himself buff, muscular, popular, well-liked, he saw himself controlling and manipulating whoever he wanted. All of this seemed to pour into Nathan's mind entrancing him even he heard the showers turn off and the other guys head back toward their lockers.
Nathan quickly snapped out of it. If someone found out about the medallion and gained those powers he wouldn't know what would happen. He threw the medallion back in his backpack and found his boxers.
“Hey Turd!” Craig exclaimed, Chris and Cameron shortly behind him. “Yea you!” he shouted as he grabbed Nathan's arm, snatching his boxers out from him. “For making us lose I think we need to teach you a little lesson.” He shoved Nathan back from the locker and toward the wall down the row. “Grab him,” he ordered Chris and Cameron, and they threw him against the wall, holding him there. Nathan began trashing around, “get the fuck off you douches!” he shouted. Craig laughed.
“Ok Turd for your punishment I'm going to lock your clothes and shit in my locker. You can ask Coach Michaels for a some clothes can't ya?” “Yea,” Chris answered, idiotically, “the period clothes the girls have to wear when they bleed on themselves!” Nathan tried pulling himself, praying, hoping that Craig wouldn't discover the medallion. “If only I could grab it and put it on before he does” Nathan thought.
Craig grabbed Nathan's school clothes and stuffed them in his backpack along with his boxers. He took his wet trunks and began stuffing them into the backpack when the thread of the medallion showed itself.
“What's this?” Craig asked himself.