“Here, let me show you how it's done, bro,” Cole said to Oliver as he leaned over me and snatched the paint from his hands. Sitting down in his seat, Cole began pulling and pulling the lid, you could see it starting to loosen. Then, as if it had all happened in slow motion, the lid opened loudly as Coles's hold on the paint can loosened and slipped from his grasp in an arc towards a large, burly boy with black hair in a business jacket. school letter. Jack McCown, Oliver told me about him, he is the son of NFL quarterback Josh McCown and had a terrible temper, Jack was to be avoided at all costs. Just before the paint was about to hit him you could hear the gasp that went through the room as he turned and the paint splattered all over the front of his face, I was pretty sure the whole school held their breath as he slowly wiped the paint off his face and stood up. That's when I got a good look at him, this guy is huge, he could easily be 6'5”, I would need three hands just to wrap them around one of his biceps. It was like he was a high school version of Dwayne Johnson, so when he...