He could turn out to be a really great friend, so Mitchell didn't want to ruin it.He could turn out to be a really great friend, so Mitchell didn't want to ruin it. Gregg showered and dressed and then stopped by with a friend of his named Tony Parol. Tony was a 5'9" hulk of a man with bulging muscles. Mitchell later found out that he took his weightlifting very seriously, and he and Gregg often went to the weight room together. He had a youngish-looking face so that he looked almost 15 (when he was actually 19) with spiky blond hair and blue eyes. On the way to the restaurant they stopped by another hall and picked up Eric, another friend of Gregg's. Then they went to eat. Mitchell had a good time at the restaurant where he got to know Gregg's friends and Gregg a little better. They were all older than Mitchell, so he got to find out more about the campus and about the things that had gone on last year. "Well, hello there, Tony, Gregg," a large man with dark orange hair said, as he stepped up to their table. "Hi, Richard," Gregg said in a resigned fashion. Another guy followed right behind Richard. He was a couple inches shorter than Richard, who was about 6'2". They were both athletic guys, with Richard looking like he could be on a football team. His companion had brown hair and had blue slitted eyes. "Who's your friend?" Richard asked, looking straight at Mitchell. "This is Mitchell Knight," Gregg introduced. "Mitchell, this is Richard Lord the third." "You can call me Rich," he said, extending his hand. Mitchell shook it. "Or Dick," his companion interjected, chuckling. "Nice to meet you," Mitchell said although he could tell from Gregg's attitude that he didn't like Rich. "I'm the president of student body. This is my VP, Paul Horning," Rich said. Mitchell shook his hand too. "Maybe you'd be interested in helping out with student senate," Rich said. "Maybe," Mitchell answered. "Okay. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Think about it," Rich said. Then good-byes were said and the two men left. "Stay away from him, Mitch," Gregg whispered across the table. "Why?" he asked. "That guy's nothing but trouble," Tony answered. "What's wrong with him?" Mitchell asked. "You don't want to know. |