Wes glanced over at his friend. He could see how red his face was getting. And it was starting to spread down to his neck too. "You shut the fuck up, St. Peter, or I'll make you shut up." He raised a finger and pointed it at the smaller boy. With another step, the finger pressed against Sascha's chest. Hard.
Wes took a step forward as well, patting Tim on the back. He wanted Sascha to get what he deserved as much as the next smart mouth, but it wouldn't be good to get suspended from a fight on school grounds. Tim wouldn't be able to play next year.