"Maybe they'll be too embarrassed to say anything." One could always hope, anyway. Sam finished the last piece of his orange and tossed the peels in his paper bag.
Sam shrugged. "Heh. I guess. They're on the football team. They think they're badass but. Well. You saw 'em." So to speak. "They're not, like.. hovering bullies. They come around once or twice a semester. Not like they want your lunch money every day." Sam had a feeling Iggy might fight to the death for his lunch money.