It was a rite of passage at McKinley High. Once a football jock turned eighteen, he was given a tape from Coach to watch, alone. There were always rumors about what exactly was on those tapes, but considering he hadn’t been criminally investigated yet, it wasn’t something awful or illegal. Bruce Hankersten was pumped to be the next to receive the video. He had his birthday over the weekend, and as he hoped, Coach pulled him aside after practice was over.
“My office, Hank, now.” Coach had nicknames for all of his players, and poor Bruce had a nickname that was an actual name. He had gotten used to it over the past four years, and so happily followed Coach to the office. There, the pudgy and sweaty older man opened one of the file cabinets in the room, one that had two separate locks on it. “Do you have a VCR at home?”
“A what!?” Bruce asked his coach. He had thought he heard that term before, but regardless, Coach sighed and brought out a DVD.
“Plop this in and watch it every night. And remember, watch it alone, or I’ll know you didn’t.” Much like with the contents, the seniors didn’t know why they had to watch it alone, and how Coach would know. Bruce took the DVD and plopped it on the top of his gym bag before driving home. Unlike with some other seniors, Bruce was lucky. He was an only child, and both of his parents travelled for work most days. Yes, he usually did host the parties, but there were none tonight.
He plopped down onto the couch as the DVD whirred in the player. As he expected, there were no warning screens and shit, but there was a scene selection. Bruce was shocked Coach even knew how to do that. Regardless, he clicked on day one, and the film began to roll. Coach showed up on the screen, sitting on his desk.
“If you’re watching this, you must be over 18. Welcome to the life of a man. This video will need to be watched every day. Remember, I’ll know if you don’t.” Coach then paused as he took a necklace out of his shirt pocket. “Now I’m going to swing the pendant back and forth. I want you to stare at it, and only focus your attention on that. If you don’t, I’ll know.”
Bruce gulped as Coach began swinging the pendant. This was a little weird, but he heard some horror stories about the guys who didn’t watch the tapes. “Stare at the pendant, jock boy. Focus all of your attention on my pendant. Nothing else matters in life but listening to my voice and watching this pendant swing back and forth. Clear your mind of all thoughts and just focus on my voice and the pendant.”
Coach went on like this for a few minutes, repeating himself over and over again to drill it into the jock’s mind. A half hour or so later, he finally switched it up. “When you see me tomorrow for the first time, you will mention dandruff to let me know that you have listened to the entirety of the tape.” The video then finished and cut to static, bringing Bruce out of it.
“Shit!” he said to himself, not remembering what was on the video at all! Coach usually didn’t ask too many questions, so he hoped that he was good. Bruce did throw a massive party Saturday night, and slept through most of Sunday. He was shuffling around school on Monday when he passed by Coach in the hall.
“Hey, my dandruff is cleared up!”
“Good to know,” Coach replied, with a genuine smile. Bruce found the statement pretty weird. He had never even seen one flake shake out of his hair before! He thought nothing of it, and got through the rest of the school day and practice just fine. Homework was light that night, and his parents still weren’t back yet. So, he popped in the DVD and started to play day two of the video.
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