He made a sweet combo that had the guys in the living room hailing him. He laughed at his easy triumph while his opponent seemed to be struggling. "Relax dude. You'll get it." He bumped shoulders with him. "I know I will. I'm just warming up.""Dude, you've been saying that since you started." One of the lookers said. "This round isn't over, I can still beat him.""Of course you can still beat me. It's good to have faith." He kept pressing the controller, eyes never leaving the screen. "The thing is, I just won't let you beat me." "If this were on the field I'd kick your ass.""If this were on the field you'll be on your ass." They laughed at his comment. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He dropped the controller and took out his phone. "Mate! Don't do that. He'll get you."He laughed. "There's still time. I have to take this. David play for me would you? I'll be right back." He looked at the buzzing phone. He walked out of the living room and went into the first ro

The three guys looked at each other. "He can't be here now, he's got more than thirty minutes." The driver looked at his watch. Tension was rising. "Then who could it be? Are any of you expecting anyone?" The talker asked. There was another knock on the door. "Yeah! Who is it?" Talker walked towards the door. "It's Tom." The voice sounded weak. "Open up. I've got the money." There was a collective sigh of relief. "Would you look at that. Your girlfriend's involved and it takes you less than the amount of time we mentioned. Should have done this long ago." The dragger said from behind the talker. "Go back dude, I want to open the door." The talker nodded. "You should have come around a little later. I think I would have had your girl under my arm by then." Lacey glanced at him and turned away. The driver and dragger laughed. The dragger opened up the door, and saw two other people instead of Tom. "What the... Who are you, what do you want?" Marvin w

Tate strode onto the house spinning his car key in his hand with his index finger. He closed the front door and went into the living room. The TV was on but no one was in there. He made his way through the first floor: from the kitchen, to the pool out back, to the gym where music was playing, to the screening room where the projector was on and a movie playing. Why wasn't he just going straight upstairs instead of looking around? He was bored, nevertheless, finding the TV on, the projector on and music playing was strange. He could call Tom out, but he didn't feel like yelling. He walked up the stairs and went straight to Tom's room. He slowly opened the door and froze when he spotted him. Tom was sitting on the ground with his back against the bed and his hand clutching a chunk of his hair. He looked up at Tate and went back to staring at nothing. His TV was on, a video game to be precise and music was playing. Tate's eyebrows furrowed. His face was black and blue, there wa

There! Her first day of seeing him and she pulled off ignoring him. Even though he had gotten up on the table and announced a party. She could pat herself on the back. Great first day effort Lacey. It was hard not to look his way and yet you managed not to. One week and it still felt like it was just five minutes ago that he had said those words. The good news is she's alive. He came back to school and she felt like her heart was being sliced when she heard he was back, but she's still alive. So there's that. "OMG! I can't believe this is happening. Lacey you've got to be at the parties with us." Fay demanded. "Yes! You have to. There can be no reasonable excuses this time. If you're busy on Friday, you can make it for Tate's on Saturday. And if you're busy Saturday, you can make it for Tom's on Friday." Bethany explained. "She's right. No excuses. In fact, you're going shopping with us after school on Thursday. Do what ever you have to to clear your after school schedule. B

Guilty and fidgeting, the freshman looked around the library hoping no one was looking his way. Two other boys approached him looking more excited than him. "We're all here. Let's go." One of the boys who came up to him said. He was thinner than the one beside him and the fidgeting boy. "I don't think this is a good idea."The boy beside the thin one scoffed. "And you're just saying this now? Cory snatched a pack from his dad's stash. We're doing this. We're going under the bleachers and we're doing this." They whispered among themselves. "No we're not going to smoke this under the bleachers like every other student does." Cory stated... Cory being the thin boy. "The back of that burning house is perfect. No one goes there." "Because it's a burnt house. A little mishap and it just might go up in flames. I'm not doing this. It's really a bad idea." "Fine. Be a wuss then." The boy beside Cory said."Nothing is going to go wrong Joe. So come on. What happened to