"Matthews, wait up, I want a word with you." Horst and Carter hesitated as the others headed toward the lockers.
"You two, get going." Coach waved them off.
"Yes, Coach?"
"Matthews, I know Standish was gunning for you this morning. I saw him earlier. Now he's not here, but you are. I figure something happened, I'm the coach, I'm responsible. Tell me where Ryan Standish is right now," the Coach demanded.
"You're responsible, huh. Is it responsible for a coach to look the other way when a 200 pound galoot is "gunning" for a 98 pound weakling?"
Coach turned red. It looked like he was going to say something, then thought better of it. Finally, he said, "Sometimes a little toughness can be character building. Now have you seen Standish or not?"
"Last time I saw Standish he was in the locker room before I entered the gym. I haven't seen him since. I'm sure that dumb jock is hanging around here somewhere." Matthews adjusted his jock, and surpressed a smile.