WELCOME TO COUGAR COUNTRY (open)

[the AWESOM-O 5000]

Theo sent his girlfriend a small smile as he glanced across the table at her. The two had made up from their little dispute that happened a couple days ago, and were now having a rather nice date. Sure, it wasn’t too lively, but it was nice to have time to themselves for a change. Reaching over, Theo took Cory’s hand in his and rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. Glancing over the brunette’s shoulder, Theo’s eyes fell upon John and Matt sitting together about ten feet away. A frown instantly took the place of his smile as he leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Theo had been bitter ever since Matt said that John was his best friend. Though Theo hated to admit it, that comment had actually hurt his feelings a little bit. Though Matt would probably call him a clingy virgin if he heard some of the complaints he had made to Cory, Theo couldn’t help feeling a tad jealous that Matt was hanging out with John more than him. The guy was a d**k. Matt must be on some good drugs if he couldn’t see it.

Shaking his head free of his angry, jealous thoughts, Theo turned his attention back to his girlfriend. ”You look nice today babe,” Theo said, complimenting her with a small smile on his face. Ever since their fight at Kyle’s, Theo had been sucking up slightly. He knew that the only reason that the two had such a huge argument was because he was in a bad mood after leaving the Cunningham’s place. However, he had determined that from now on, he was going to let Matt affect his mood, especially in regards to his relationship. If the guy didn’t want to hang out or be friends anymore, fine, they didn’t have to be. Theo was sick of his emo s**t anyways. He would just spend more time with Cory or at the gym when Cory was in school. He wanted to gain a few pounds before the next football season anyways.

”I think I’m going to be hitting the gym a lot more this summer,” Theo said, commenting on the thought that had just crossed his mind. ”I want to bulk up a bit more before next season, and I need to keep up my buff bod to keep a certain brunette around.” Theo joked with a smirk. Cory was obviously the brunette that he was referring to. Reaching forwards, Theo grasped a plastic water bottle in his right hand and unscrewed the cap. He brought the bottle to his lips, taking a moderate drink from the water contained within before replacing the cap and placing the bottle back down on the table. Theo allowed his eyes to wander around the food court as his conversation with Cory hit a small delay. He spotted Matt and John talking to Riley and Derrick, and a small frown crossed his lips. Okay, so first Matt bitches him out for talking to Derrick and now hes doing it?

”Hypocrite,” Theo exclaimed loud enough for Cory to hear, nodding in Matt’s direction as he said it. However, his anger towards Matt quickly shifted anger towards Tyler as the tight end joined them and began to pull Matt towards the door. Before Theo knew it, Theo and Matt were fighting on the floor. Matt was obviously high and the fight wasn’t going to end well for him. ******** what Matt had said earlier that week. The guy was still his boy and he could not allow that b***h Chili pick on a defenseless, high a*****e. Theo stood up and walked swiftly in the direction of the scrap, not even bothering to excuse himself from Cory. On his way over, he took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Theo’s hands balled up into fists as he drew near the tight end.

Once Theo was about five feet away from the tight end, he jogged forwards and sent his knee right into the tight ends temple. He didn’t even send Matt a second look as he continued his attack on the tight end. Despite his hurt situation, Chili was still able to get Theo in a half guard. Theo had partial control of the fight, but not the type of dominance that a mount would have provided. The two football players began to exchange a series of punches and elbows, each one getting it as bad as the gave it. Then, Chili landed a hook to Theo’s chin that dazed him momentarily, knocking the safety away from the tight end. Theo quickly shook his head and followed Chili in getting to his feet. ”Lucky punch,” Theo said, sending the tight end a dark glare as the pair closed the distance between them once more. Theo had never beaten Chili in a fight, but today he planned on changing that.

OoC: I know this post sucks. At least its done.

[king omibutt]

Sigh. Riley stabbed her fork down on the piece of chicken on her plate. As yet another one of his ways to get back on her good graces, Derrick had planned a lunch date for them in the mall. Of course, she had to accept. But this time she knew what she was getting herself into. This was the ‘I’m sorry you were uncomfortable last night but that was ******** amazing; when can we do it again?’ date. If it was ever going to come up, she knew what her answer would be. ’You liked it that much? Huh, well you better have a good memory of it because it’s never going to happen again. Riley Cunningham does not share.’. As she had done with most of her emotions lately, she just played it off like nobody’s business. Like it didn’t even faze her. When in fact, Riley felt downright dirty right afterward. And not even the good kind of dirty either. And for anybody that knew of her, they knew that it took a lot for one such Riley Cunningham to feel dirty. You can bet your ******** dollar on that. Not only did she break her celibacy pact ( with herself ) but she broke it having a threesome. So much for being the new and improved Riley. Hopefully he knew that that was all the nookie he’d get for awhile. If he respected her enough he knew. His birthday was over, he got his ‘gift,’it was time to get back on the path of righteousness again. Or at least try to. Then again, there’s no guarantee. He might just charm his way back to her pants heart.

Was this how this whole exclusive thing was going to work? Derrick was just going to keep doing s**t just to be able to say sorry and then it’s over with? God, she was she whipped. . It was totally supposed to be other way wasn’t it? The guy was the one whipped for the girl? I mean take Theo and Cory for example. According to Matt, Cory had that guy on a tight leash. Could a girl even be whipped? I thought we were smarter than that.

The blonde smiled meekly, trying her best to seem as interested as she could as Derrick cracked his jokes and continued on his story of how ‘jail life’ was. She laughed instantly hearing him complain about his ‘doing time’. ”Derrick, you spent like an hour in jail. It couldn’t have been that bad.” They shared a chuckle together at that instant. It was then Matt passed by and out the door, shooting them a happy smile as he did so. What’s he doing here? It was then she realized if Matt was here, John wasn’t far behind. Like seriously? Were they really spying on her? ”God John!” Where the hell is he?!” She looked around the restaurant for a sight of her brother. She didn’t have to look very long. She spotted John, alongside Matt, with the most uninterested look on his face turning into a glare. It looked like they were about to leave. But of course, not without Matt causing a scene in front of the whole restaurant. "Matt. Shut up, this isn't the time or place. We're in public for godsake." She looked up at her brother, who was just standing there, per usual, letting Matt go off on some tangent. You're not going to ******** do anything like seriously? Ugh.

Riley then looked over at an already fuming Derrick. He had his fists balled up, getting ready to just jump up out of his seat. "Calm down Derrick.. don't do anything stupid." But just as she tried her best to keep Derrick from beating his a**, Chili decides to show up. "Oh god, you have got to be kidding me..." she muttered. And within seconds, fists were flying. The blonde jumped up out of her chair and backed up a few places, to protect herself from getting trampled by the out of control scuffle. It wasn't long after a shirtless Theo coming out of nowhere joined in. Somehow Riley found herself standing with Cory, yelling for the guys to stop to no avail.

God, men and their testosterone.




( ooc ) not very good. hope it was okay.

[x o - ladybravo]

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All these BOYS, BOYS, BOYS calling my TELEPHONE
seeing if they can be my SUMMERBOY, because they’re
STARSTUCK off my CHRISTMAS TREE

Don’t ask her why, she didn’t understand herself. Skye didn’t understand why she was hanging with Roxy and Tyler. Well, she really didn’t want to hang with Tyler, she wanted a girls day since she had such a bad night the night before. Ooh, just thinking about it made her blood boil. How dare Matt call her someone else? And, the fact that Skye felt for it pissed her off even more. Matt try to pull some know you know how it feel s**t on her, but it really didn’t work. Skye was more upset with herself than Matt to be honest. Upset that she fell for his lies and he played her emotion against her. Yea, Skye knew she broke up with Matt, because she truly wasn’t ready for a relationship and it seemed like Matt couldn’t get that through his head and when she tried to make amends with him he became a freaking p***k and Skye wasn’t having that. So when she got that text she thought he was sincere and she being a little tipsy made her judgement cloudy and they slept together. Everything was going good to the b*****d call her Riley and then had the nerve to say all he wanted was to prove a point, oh Skye was heated till this day and probably forever.

So, a girl’s day was really in need, but that didn’t go as plan. Sloane was free, and she kind of felt like s**t too, since the party. She basically gave/threw herself at Derrick and got rejected. That would even hurt Skye, to basically become someone that you’re not for one night and get rejected, yea that would hurt. But, Sloane would get over it and move on (hopefully). So Sloane and her were down and Skye thought Roxy was going to be too, after Tyler ******** her and went straight to Roary, but she was wrong. Roxy and Tyler must have worked out their differences. Skye was happy for her, but it was lukewarm happy, because she didn’t want see Roxy get hurt again and she had a feeling that it would happen to her. And, if it did Tyler would feel the wrath of woman fury – and that wasn’t good. After the movie they saw, which Tyler decided to text during, was he crazy? He must was, because everyone knows when you’re with a girl you never text during a movie, come on now. After the movie was over Skye, Slo, Roxy, and Tyler were walking in the mall and then she saw him…Matt, with John.

Skye blood started to rise and she was getting ready to go over there and give John and Matt a piece of her mind – with her fist. Skye wasn’t afraid to fight a dude, and she was going put a smacking on John and Matt. Tyler walked over and Skye heard words being thrown around about calling the cops and whatnot. Oh, Matt and John called the cops on Derrick, hmmm jealously was a terrible thing. Skye had a feeling something was about to go down.

Oh, it was on!

“Whoop his a** Tyler, and beat John too!” Skye shouted. She was beyond happy that Tyler was going to whoop the s**t out of Matt he deserved it. Skye turned her attention to Roxy, who was looking at her like she was crazy. Oh, she forgot to tell Roxy what happened to her, she already told Sloane so she knew why she was acting the way she was. Skye flipped her reddish-blonde hair and looked at Roxy. “Last night Matt played my emotion against me to get me in bed…just to prove a point to John that he could get me back if he wanted to. And, now I feel dumb, because I felt for it.” Skye gave Roxy a look and back to the fight, which Theo had gotten involved now. Theo, always wanted to mess something good up, he should take his ape a** somewhere and climb a tree. “Gosh, not to mention John try to add his two cents into the situation. Ooh, I hope Derrick beat John till he’s black, blue, and purple…what did you ever see him?” Skye asked, too bad she didn’t know that Roxy had a little adventure with John and Matt last night.

Oh, it was going to be trouble once she finds out, poor Roxy!

[the AWESOM-O 5000]

On his birthday, despite the fact that he ended up in the drunk tank by the end of the night, Derrick proved why he was the alpha dog of HDT. He turned down one girl, and still managed to get two into the bed with him (at the same time!). Not only that, but he swiped a v-card in the process, and was still in the girl’s good graces. All in all, it was a great night that didn’t seem to have any consequences. Despite the fact that Derrick proved that he could still be the bonemiester if he wanted to, that one relapse into his past womanizing lifestyle was already behind him. Now that he had proven a point to Tyler, he could go back to being the Skipper that the whole school appreciated, and not just the loud mouth a*****e that only a select few guys on the football team could stand.

Derrick sent his trademark charming smirk across the table to the blonde girl he was on a date with. Riley Cunningham. Ever since Jasey had been out of the picture, Riley had seemed more than willing to claim the wide receiver all to herself, instead of just being an occasional ********. She was a good chick, and Derrick figured that if he had to have consistent sex with one girl, then it might as well be a girl with as much experience as Riley. Just the fact that she was willing to share him with another girl on his birthday was enough to make Derrick want to start seeing her. He doubted that it would ever happen again, but he could always hope, right?

“Back in the joint,” Derrick continued with a playful smirk, adding on to his already numerous statements about how he had been in prison that weekend. “Chili and I got in a knife fight with some jacked biker because he wanted to rape Kyle. I was about to go all OJ Simpson on his a** when Roary showed up.” Of course he was lieing. The only other person in the Concord drunk tank was some sixty-year-old man that was too drunk to even stand. He remembered the drunk tank with nothing but fond memories, considering that Riley was right in the fact that the trio hadn’t spent longer than an hour in there. Derrick and Chili had been singing ‘don’t stop believing’ by Journey when Roary had showed up for him and Kyle. Later, Chili told him that Riley had bailed him out of jail. Derrick couldn’t feel bad for the guy for being left behind. He tried to warn him that he didn’t have what it took to keep two girls going at the same time. He was no Derrick Boone that was for sure. Just a month or two ago, he had been keeping both Riley and Jasey happy, and the two were on the same lacrosse team. Maybe Chili was right, Derrick did have a thing for blonde lacrosse players.

“God John!”

“Whats up babe,” Derrick said, before following her eyes to spot John and Matt, not five tables down from them. “Those two need to get a life and stop being so focused on ours. Like can Matt stalk you anymore?” Derrick said with a genuine tone of disgust in his voice. He was getting fed up of Matt’s bullshit, let alone John. First, Matt started s**t at his party two weeks ago, then he didn’t come to Derrick’s birthday, and now he was stalking him and Riley. The wide out allowed a frustrated sigh to escape his lips as he returned his gaze to Riley. “I guess he does have something to be jealous about. I am having lunch with the cutest blonde chick in all of Concord.” Derrick said, offering the girl one of his charming smiles, rubbing the top of her hand gently.

“ Hey, guys. Is the date going well? Good. Good s**t, bro. Just remember, like ********... uh.. Wrap it before you tap it, dude. Yeah, maaaaaan. s**t, I mean, uh. . .Celebrate the celibate Wooooo! No sex! Yay cuddling! Wooo! Fuuuuck.”

Dear Matthew Forseythe, ******** off. That is all.

It was obvious that Derrick didn’t want to deal with John and his bodyguard right now. A frown covered his usual pleasant expression and he released Riley’s hand from his grasp. His hands clenched into fists and he sent a cold glare up at the linebacker. He wanted the guy to get the point that he needed to back off. But then he said something that made Derrick’s blood come to a boil.

“ I mean, we were the crazy ******** that called the cops on you. ”

Derrick had tuned out Matt’s rant, up until he said those words. Then, the usually level headed Derrick Boone lost his cool momentarily. “You did what,” Derrick said, standing and getting within an inche of both of his team mates. He didn’t care if there were two of them. He would kick both of their b***h asses right here, right now. “You two must be a special kind of a*****e.” With that statement, Derrick had been in the process of raising his firsts when Riley spoke. As though her voice was his conscience, Derrick’s fists lowered and he sent a glance down at the blonde he was on a date with. He smirked, glancing at Matt and John before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips, holding it for a moment before breaking it and glancing at the other two football players. Apparently Derrick Boone was not above pulling a John Cunningham with mind games.

“Just get out of here you ******** punks,” Derrick said, waving them off. He was about to take his seat again when Chili joined the picture. “Chili man, calm down. They’re not worth it,” Derrick began, but it was already too late. Chili had tried to escort Matt out of the mall and Matt threw a punch. Derrick knew Chili wouldn’t take that. It was on. While it was still a one on one fight between Matt and Tyler, Derrick turned his attention to the blonde seated behind him. “I can’t let Chili take on both of them by himself. I’m sorry Ry,” Derrick said, before looking up. He frowned as he saw Chili take the blow to the temple from Theo.

Now Derrick was pissed again. No one cheap shotted his best friend and got away with it.

Within three seconds, Derrick’s shirt was off and he grabbed Matt’s shoulder as the guy went to cheap shot Chili from behind as he and Theo got back to their feet. He gave the tight end’s shoulder a quick yank, causing him to spin around on the spot. The second that he was facing Derrick, a left hook caught him square on the nose, sending him down to the tiled floor of the Concord mall. Derrick and about to get on top of him when John grabbed him from behind, restraining his arms. “Get off of me you cheap shotting b***h,” Derrick said in a furious tone, swinging his head back in attempt to catch John’s face with the back of his skull. However, John moved his head out of the way and Derrick got nothing but air. Now Matt was back to his feet and Derrick, unable to defend himself properly, received a straight to the nose and an body shot before he was able to use his feet to kick Matt away from him momentarily. “Dirty mother ********]” Derrick cursed, squirming to try to get at least one arm free.

OoC: Kyle to the rescue! hahaha

[the steel stringbean]

CAN YOU LOSE EVERYTHING, YOU EVER HAD PLANNED? CAN YOU SIT DOWN AGAIN, AND PLAY ANOTHER HAND?
COULD YOU RISK EVERYTHING FOR THE CHANCE OF BEING ALONE? UNDER PRESSURE FIND THE GRACE, OR WOULD YOU COME UNDONE?
THAT'S HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT THEY. WE SAY GOODBYE, BUT NEVER LET GO
WE LIVE, WE DIE, 'CAUSE YOU CAN'T SAVE EVERY SOUL. GOTTA TAKE EVERY CHANCE TO, SHOW THAT YOU'RE THE KINDA MAN WHO
WILL NEVER LOOK BACK, NEVER LOOK DOWN AND NEVER LET GO

"Yeah, don't mention it." Kyle mumbled almost inaudibly whilst playing with his phone, lately he had been quite attached to it and would not let anyone see it and `I know texted him, then they would know that something was up. And would figure out where he went on Monday and Wednesday nights. And about his past. And everything would just go down in flames. And then he would die, a lonely, pitiful death. The end. Instinctively, he loosely returned Roary's hug, not really paying much mind to his surroundings. How could he? His mind was totally somewhere else, the only time where he was even mildly comfortable and his mind was at ease was while he was playing sports or some other physical activity (no, not that kind, Kyle was a pathetic loser, as exhibited at Derrick's party, no one wanted him); hence, why he had spending more and more time on the basketball court, shooting hoops by himself, at gym, in the pool, or going for a run. Anything physical activity to get his mind off what was going on at the moment. He just wanted to get out of the house. Playing sports is where he found a strange solace. Leaving the world of reality and entity behind, where he was in his own mind, and he finally force his insides to remain shut for a while instead of being a live wire. That surreal place was one that he was far more familiar with, comforting, and hell of a lot more eager to accept than the one he was living in right now. To some it might have seemed a little odd, but all he had faced was failures in the world of socializing. He was no Derrick Boone and obviously couldn't compete with a guy as charismatic and born for the limelight like he was. No wonder Taylor bailed on him for the drunken birthday boy and a threesome. Kyle just wasn't cool enough and that fact seemed to keep creeping up on him and haunting him to the point where he felt completely useless and he felt. . .alone. It was a scary feeling, one of abandonment, one that he had never been truly acquainted with until recently, and he didn't like it one bit.

Goddamn it, I'm so ******** spineless. Why am I irritated that I go cockblocked? The old Kyle would have just shrugged it off. Maybe it's for better? Or maybe the universe is against me? Nah, I'm probably repaying for my sins, recompense is the path to salvation. I need to be a better person and stop being so ******** selfish. However, before Kyle could go on his self - loathing rant of how selfish and what a douche bag he was and that he deserved the bad treatment, Roary ripped him away from his thoughts. It was a welcome change. Forcing a smile on his face, trying to be polite and not act fake. He was thankful for having Roary, but he couldn't talk to her about this. He couldn't even talk to the countless therapists or even his parents about it. The simple fact that he did have someone that had his back (for now, at least, he was almost a hundred person sure that she would leave him like seemingly everyone else had), was a nice feeling and made his day a little brighter. Contrary to popular opinion, Kyle genuinely enjoyed Roary's company, despite it not being that of the physical nature, which he was fine with. He was just sick of the loneliness coiled in the pit of his stomach, eating away at him with the godawful silence that overtook the room whenever he was alone.

He was scared that people would up and leave or forget about him. It seemed like a recurring theme now - a - days. While he was not about to relapse or go as crazy as someone like Matt, Kyle felt as though the people that he had started caring about weren't there anymore, and the absence of their presence was definitely felt. Unlike Matt, Kyle didn't blame other people, they had lives, they were changing, and clearly didn't want to change with Kyle. It was a simple fact of life. People got bored with him. Cory now had Theo, so Kyle was unneeded and seemingly left out in the dust, Kyle honestly didn't have a problem with it. In fact, he helped sway her decision about her boyfriend, naturally Kyle wanted to see his best friend happy, Theo made her happy, but he also made her pissed off and sad, a look that he couldn't bear see on his friend's face; however, the good outweighed the bad, he liked them together. Besides, before whenever Cory ditched him to go hang with Theo, Kyle could always go hang with his football friends because they were a family, when you spend most of your time with a group of guys, playing a sport that you all love, you got to know each other and see a different side of people that they normally masked from the world. For instance, on the football field, Kyle was clear - headed and confident, one of the leaders on the team that people looked up to, being one of the offensive co - captains, but that was all left on the gridiron and he couldn't replicate that persona off the field for the life of him. And it seemed like they were getting bored of him or just never cared at all in the first place. While he was a little irritated that Derrick would cockblock him, while having the knowledge that Kyle wasn't exactly the most sociable guy, he didn't hold it against him. It was his birthday and he was drunk he just wished. . .wished that he at least said sorry or seemed to demonstrate a little remorse for cockblocking his friend who had trouble 'getting some,' or even stopped the incessant bragging about having a threesome in front of him.

Oh well. Life goes on. Glancing over at Roary, who seemed a little out of it and for a fleeting moment, she looked sort of sick, but that was quickly washed away and replaced with her normal demeanor. Glancing down at his phone at the latest `I know message, he immediately felt uncomfortable and nervous. "Y- yeah, w-why don't we, u-uh, g-go to the mall. . .or, uh, something. . .W-we don't have to if you d-d-don't want to, or if you're, uh, s-sick." So much for being comfortable around someone, the only person that he had broken down his walls for was Cory, the only person that he could talk to without feeling like he was being constantly scrutinized, aside from her normal judgmental attitude towards football players, but that was one of the things he loved about her, she didn't care about his stature in the local school hierarchy, she accepted him for himself. Where as with literally everyone else, there was always an uneasy, lingering feeling that he was doing something horribly incorrect and he would get reprimanded for his actions. With Cory, he didn't have to try. And he liked that. A lot. Glancing back at Roary once she commented on his state of being. Do I look like I'm not okay? Holy s**t, what if she knows something is up? What if it is her? ******** ******** ********. s**t. ******** my life. What if she finds out and tells everyone? Then what happens? A simple nod was all she received, not really trusting his voice at the moment. "Yeah, let's go. You're driving."

RIDERIDERIDERIDE.

The ride there was relatively relaxing, not much talking, thank God for the radio. He wasn't in the mood for talking, he had way too much on his find, about someone jerk finding about his secret and then telling the entire school, which would most likely get him kicked off the various athletic teams he had participated in and was looking forward to his senior year. Sports was literally the only thing he had, it was the essence of his nature, the only thing he was good at. As mentioned before, he wasn't Derrick, he couldn't use his charm or good looks, primarily due to the fact that he had neither of those, nor was he all that intelligent. Sure, he wasn't as stupid as Theo, but he wasn't nearly anywhere near the likes of Cory, Tyler, or Taylor, he was average in that department. Just the thought of the thing that he loved the most being ripped away from him, made his skin crawl, that was something he couldn't handle with now. As long as he followed `I know's instructions, then Kyle would be safe. Hopefully he wouldn't tell Kyle to do anything too ridiculous that would force him to jeopardize his position anyways. For now, he didn't want to think of that. All he wanted was to calm the ******** down, relax, and start acting like a normal human being. "So, what do you want to do? I'm up for anything?" He inquired feigning interest, as his eyes absentmindedly scanned the premises.

His eyes finally settled on the visual of a bunch of guys on the team. . .fighting? [********. What the ********] He grumbled quietly to himself, a confused expression overtook his features as he was staring wide - eyed at the guys fighting. First it was just Matt and Tyler, then Theo came running through, and taking a cheap shot at Chili, which seemed to rile up Derrick, who had decided to join in, along with John who was just looking at an excuse to get a few good shots at the wide receiver. "s**t, sorry, Roary. I think these ******** are praying on a Saint." He said, falling back into his on the field persona, where he spoke with confidence and held his head high, despite the adversity he had to face. 'Praying on a Saint' used to be one of his catch phrases whenever the team was down, since his nickname was the Saint, due to the fact that he was essentially a 'gift from God' for the football team, at his old school. Now the nickname was dying down, but occasionally a few people referred to him as it because he was a nice guy. Admittedly, whenever he heard his old nickname, he was filled was a copious amount of unnecessary pride, to know that he meant something and wasn't just a useless piece of s**t. "I'm gonna go break it up, or try to anyways. I'll be back." Urgency was evident in his tone and echoed by his demeanor as he lightly jogged passed Riley and Cory, who's pleas were drowned out. Forcefully gripping Matt's shoulders and basically throwing him towards one of the empty booths. "You. Stay. Don't you dare move." He commanded in an authoritative tone, hopefully the idiot would listen, or at least get frustrated that wasn't getting anywhere in the fight, as Kyle seemed to momentarily force him to stop. John and Derrick were going at it, as Derrick was about to punch John, Kyle grabbed his arm with both hands, before releasing one of them and forcing himself between the two to create space by pushing them away. "Settle the ******** down. Alright? Do this somewhere else, not a public place, do you dipshits want to get arrested?" He spoke up in a perturbed tone, successfully, stopping the fight between Derrick, Matt, and John momentarily. "s**t." Kyle groaned while looking towards Tyler and Theo, coming up behind Tyler and restraining his arms while pulling him back. "Dude, dude, easy. Calm down. It's me. Cool it." However, Theo seemed to take this as Kyle being on his side and decided to charge against Tyler. Kyle let go and rushed in front of Tyler, putting his hands up and successfully blocking one punch to the face, however it hurt his hand like a ******** and Theo's jab was followed by an elbow that hit Kyle in the mouth. Wincing a little, keeping his eyes narrowed, masking the amount of pain he was actually in. "Nice hit, dude." He said while feeling like he just bit on a car door due to the iron infiltrating his mouth. "No worries, I'm good," He said to Chili, extending his arm out to stop the tight end from advancing and killing Theo for hitting one of his best friends. "You guys have some serious s**t to talk about. Come on, we're all on the same team here, we shouldn't have all this bad blood between us. Why can't we all just get along?"

Wishful thinking.

ooc; John post to start the fight back up! Then Kyle, and Derrick/Tyler

[the AWESOM-O 5000]

John allowed an annoyed groan to escape his lips. He was in a terrible mood, and for once it was actually showing. Not only was his kid sister on a date with the fakest person in all of Cougar County, but he had to listen to Matt b***h about doing the one thing that John asked him to do. Mind it, they were basically stalking the couple, but with good reason. Riley was too naive to see what a bad person Derrick was. People say that John was manipulative? Derrick did terrible things on a weekly basis, but all he had to do was smile to get his way out of it. If he had a nickle for every time Riley got upset over the way that the dipshit had treated her, he would be a very rich man. John wasn't being possessive, as Matt suggested, he was just looking out for his kid sister. He didn't want to see her get hurt. Derrick might say that he has changed, but he is still the careless a*****e that he always had been.

"Matt, just shut up man. We'll go drifting or some s**t in like a half hour," John said in an authoritative manner. It seemed to work, for Matt said that he would drop it. Sighing once more, John looked over in the direction of his sister and Derrick. He still couldn't understand what she saw in that guy. Groaning out of frustration, John looked over when some high person came over calling out Matt's name. John knew damn well what was going on not three feet from him, but paid it no mind. What Matt did was none of his business. Instead, John pulled out his blackberry and searched through his contacts. Selecting Skye's name, he thought he would send her a fake apology text. It seemed that Matt was perfectably able to play with her emotions, and the guy was an ameture. John was bored, and it seemed that Roxy wanted Tyler instead of him. Selecting her name, John quickly formulated a text message to send to her while Matt was in the bathroom shooting up. Glancing over it when he was done, John nodded in approval before hitting the send key. He then proceeded to text Ella as well, in case he wanted to hook up later.

Hello Skye,
I would just like to apolgoize for my rude comments on Friday night.
It wasn't right for me to treat you in such a way, especially after Matt
had blantantly played with your emotions. Please let me know if
there is anything I can do to make it up to you. Have a good day.
JC.

Sup Ella,
Want to come over to my place after I ditch Matt?
JC

Not along after John had put his phone away, Matt returned in his high state. A small smirk crossed his face at Matt's antics. Half the reason that he didn't care that Matt did drugs all the time is that the guy was actually comical when he was on them. Sighing, John nodded at the guy's request to leave. To be honest, he had just about enough of watching Derrick lie his way back into his sister's pants. Standing up from his seat, John followed Matt towards the exit of the mall. However, as he moved, his eyes never left Derrick and his sister. Glaring heavily, John never noticed the chair in front of him. His foot caught the edge of the metal structure, causing him to almost fall flat on his face in front of Derrick. "Smooth JC," John muttered to himself, before looking up and seeing Derrick's smug smirk. Before John could even say anything, Matt had already butted in. John sighed and simply crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently being Matt. He simply wanted to leave. He didn't care so much to this face to face confrontation. John would much rather be a puppet master. Out of the corner of his eye, John caught sight of Chili walking with Roxy. John remained silent, up until Matt made the dumbest move of the week.

"We were the crazy ******** that called the cops on you,"

IDIOT!

John gave Matt a sharp slap to the back of the head, before nodding in Chili's direction as the guy made his way towards them. The guy had to pick his battles. John's eyes went from the swiftly approaching Tyler Childress to Derrick as the guy stood up. A sly smirk crossed John's features. "Yeah, so what if we did," John said in a intimidating tone. "What cha going to do about it, Skipper? Tell the coach?" Yes, John was mocking him and the fact that he was a captain. All the guy did was run and catch the ball, what made him so captain worthy? He could run his mouth before games? That didn't impress John in the slightest.

Before JC had even taken his eyes off Derrick, Chili had tackled Matt and was beating him on the floor. "s**t son," John said, backing up slightly. He didn't want to fight. John hadn't been in a fight in his life. Before John had to step in and help Matt though, Theo had come to the rescue. You could always count on the big ape to be of use in a fight. John then turned his attention to Derrick as the guy went to jump Matt. That s**t wasn't going to go down. Rushing up behind the wide out, John wrapped his arms around Derrick's from behind, thus restraining him. John ignored the guy's cruel words and held fast so that Matt could get in a few blows on the defenseless receiver's face. It seemed as though Derrick was finally going to get what he deserved. That was until Kyle came in and broke up all the fighting. John's blood began to boil. Who did this murderer think he was? Like he should be looking down on them for fighting!

"Why don't you tell them Kyle, you self righteous little p***k," John spoke, stepping towards the blond quarterback with a look of anger in his eyes. "Or do you want me to? Thats right. I know all about you're little secret. I know."

OoC: This sucks more d**k than Nick.

[the steel stringbean]

CAN YOU LOSE EVERYTHING, YOU EVER HAD PLANNED? CAN YOU SIT DOWN AGAIN, AND PLAY ANOTHER HAND?
COULD YOU RISK EVERYTHING FOR THE CHANCE OF BEING ALONE? UNDER PRESSURE FIND THE GRACE, OR WOULD YOU COME UNDONE?
THAT'S HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT THEY. WE SAY GOODBYE, BUT NEVER LET GO
WE LIVE, WE DIE, 'CAUSE YOU CAN'T SAVE EVERY SOUL. GOTTA TAKE EVERY CHANCE TO, SHOW THAT YOU'RE THE KINDA MAN WHO
WILL NEVER LOOK BACK, NEVER LOOK DOWN AND NEVER LET GO

I loathe you.

Those three words could perfectly sum up the gist of Kyle's emotions towards John at the moment. For a split second, things looked to be going in his favor and that everyone might actually talk about how they were feeling instead of coming to blows (again); however, this changed all of that. Oddly, the first emotion that came to him was not anger towards John, but rather one of embarrassment and disgust with himself. The poor guy lost his starting position on the team to the new kid that could barely string three words together. Prior to Kyle taking the reigns, John's social standing was not matched by his physical abilities, but now he was one of the most disliked people in Cougar Country. The larger part of Kyle was cursing his own name for making such a stupid mistake, he felt like he should have seen this coming, they would all find out eventually, and what would happen? He would lose everything. His starting position, the people that he thought were friends, basically his entire life. And he could tell they all loved it. They were all thrilled to see someone fall flat on their face with no way to get back up. People liked seeing other people suffer and unfortunately in his scenario the person that seemed to be taking the bulk of the negative aspect of the statement was Kyle. I should have seen this coming. How could I not? God, I'm such an idiot. Goodbye football. ******** my life.

Kyle's eyes immediately went down to the ground and he felt unbelievably uncomfortable. His stomach churning and doing flips, he thought he could fall over and throw up solely due to the emotional turmoil and the hurricane of emotions coursing threw him. But he did not. Instead he balled his fists up so tight that his knuckles were turning white and narrowed his eyes as his heart started racing and his breathing started to get heavy and speed up. His first instinct was to run away and take the train to some remote place where no one could find him and he could fester for all eternity. . .However, he stood tall and stared pointedly at John with cold eyes that seemed like an unusual occurrence on Kyle's generally mild - mannered, cold - headed demeanor that he liked to put up, that or his uncomfortable, nervous one that secreted through and inhibited his thoughts and speech to make him sound mentally retarded. "Come on, dude, please don't do this" He said at first attempting to make it sound like a command but it didn't turn out like he intended and instead he just sounded plain pathetic. Of course John wasn't going to stop and take pity on the quarterback. Kyle would have to be delusional to even consider the notion of John's 'kind - hearted' side coming through during one of his extremely vulnerable moments.

Letting out a defeated sigh as his features softened and he dropped his head a little as he unclenched his fists. He didn't want everyone in all of Cougar Country to find out about his car accident like this, that he was a murderer, he would undoubtedly be shunned and ostracized from society because of John's jealousy and desire to be the best. "G-go ahead, J-j-john." He mumbled quietly in a pathetic tone as he dropped his head and stared at the ground. He opened his mouth to retort back, a vicious insult that he had off the tip of his tongue; however, as soon as his mind even went to a place of insulting other people for his own satisfaction he felt instantly bad and had that odd jackass feeling coiled up in the depths of his stomach that added to the already emotional wreck that he was becoming. Being the big a*****e guy wasn't his thing, he always felt bad. Even before, the only time where his a*****e side came out was when he drank, and he drank a lot to entice people with his drunken personality rather than his normal one because he felt like that was the Kyle that people wanted and expected. Not the pathetic, insecure loser that he really had been all that time. There was nothing he could do. There was no one he could become. It was a lost cause, his life was practically over since he couldn't do anything else right and John had to forcefully rip away the one thing he was good at and took pride in. But he knew he deserved it. He didn't deserve the life he was handed, he was a drunk driving murder for ******** sake. "I-I mean, uh. . .I-I'm s-s-sorry. I sh-should go. G-good luck n-next season."

Unfortunately, as he turned around to briskly walk away once John unleashed his fury and revealed the truth about the quarterback, he felt a plate full of food fly towards his back and as he turned around Matt threw a glass of water in his face. Clenching his fists once again and narrowing his eyes, even when he tried to be the good guy and walk away from it all he was faced with incursions that he could easily repel, but had to restrain himself from hitting the drugged - out linebacker. Of course he wasn't thinking clearly, Kyle had been there, in fact he had taken a hit of medical before delivering his speech for junior class president (and he won too!), so he had familiarized himself with the likes of inebriated people. Breathe in, breathe out. Don't hit the guy, don't hit the - And the high a*****e ended up throwing other food items at the starting quarterback while him and John stood there with smug smirks mocking him. It was surprising that he wasn't the first one to throw a punch, instead it was the linebacker, who was weighed down by the drugs; thus, had sloppy form and was easily evaded. After another punch, Kyle grabbed his wrist with his left hand and the back of his shoulder with his right as he stepped across so that his back was facing him, popped up while torquing his upper body and flipping Matt over his shoulder with an unimpressed look on his face. Dude was from Jersey, he knew how to fight.

However, just because he knew how to fight didn't mean he wanted to and he was out of practice so clearly he would be unable to compete with the likes of Theo, or even all three of the guys teaming up on him, which is what seemed to be occurring at the moment. Glancing over his shoulder, he had caught a glimpse of Derrick taking care of Matt since Kyle had unintentionally flung Matt in Derrick's direction. Oh that's great, now I only have two football players to worry about. Fantastic. He thought sarcastically to himself as he saw Theo running towards Derrick; however, Kyle wouldn't let Derrick fight Theo and Matt, so he took it upon himself to be the "road block" so to speak and surprised Theo by stepping in his line of fire. He had gotten a grip on his collar and elbow, using his momentum against him, Kyle took a few steps backwards before dropping to his back and impaling Theo's chest with his leg and pushing off; thus, sending his flying backwards. Kyle was too much of an idiot, despite being a football player, he knew that was a lucky shot on Theo that he hadn't been expecting and if it was just the two of them, Theo could and would most likely overpower him with his strength, but fortunately for Kyle, the quarterback didn't have to deal with the future killing machine as Chili had decided to take it upon himself to help out the quarterback and fight off the safety.

Before Kyle could direct his attention to the former quarterback, John had come up behind Kyle and put him in a full nelson, albeit a weak one that had showed John's obvious inexperience in the fighting field. Kyle didn't underestimate the guy though, he knew that his anger could motivate John and push him to unknown limits, so Kyle didn't press his luck. He struck John with both elbows to loosen the hold before stomping on his foot and putting his right leg behind his leg while twisting, causing John to land on his back. "You wanted a fight, you got one." Kyle growled lowly matching his cold expression, waiting for John to stand up so they could fight a fair fight that wasn't on the ground. Putting his hands up as John got up then started wildly throwing punches with seemingly no direction and he wasn't pacing himself like a skilled fighter normally would. Kyle played it cool and dodged the majority of his punches, a couple did hit, nothing too major maybe one grazed the side of his face and one landed in the stomach. Blocking one of the punches with his forearm, while wrapping his hands around Johns head, driving his knee to his nose while pulling his head in and watching him fall to the floor. "Get up." He hissed while clenching his collar and lifting him up before delivering another punch to the face. After a couple of moments, Kyle was delivering punch after punch, he personally didn't want to stop until he heard something snap, but then he calmed down before he did any lasting damage to the wimpy ex quarterback. . .And the fact that he saw a couple of fat rent - a - cops with donuts in their mouths running towards the brawl. "Hey offense, ******** rent - a - cops are here, we gotta bail." Kyle shouted out to Derrick and Tyler as they finished up their fights. The only real fight that had occurred was Tyler and Theo's, the other two were pretty much one - sided. Nevertheless, it was probably entertaining to watch if the crowd that had accumulated and surrounded them was anything to go by. For now, Kyle just wanted to leave and get the ******** out of there. And that's what he did as the cops came to take the other three as team alpha made their escape.

ooc; not the best, but at least it's up

[king omibutt]

brookiepoo

xo❝THOUGH I TRY TO HIDE IT, IT'S CLEAR
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"Are you guys kidding me right now!? Theo stop it! Stop it right now!" Cory stood at the sidelines as the commotion went on. After what seemed like hours of a few seconds of screaming her head off for the guys to stop, she had given up, throwing them a look of smug displeasure instead of her pleas. She rolled her eyes at the sight of the five-man tornado tearing up everything in sight that seemed to be in their path. "God, how embarrassing," she muttered, looking around at a few horrid looks ( and some excited ones as well ) at the growing crowd. Ughh. What exactly was it about guys and throwing punches? The way guys chose to get through confrontation just seemed so primitive and ignorant to Cory. Words; what was wrong with words? What was it about the ability of speech along with some common frickin' sense and moral ethics that they didn't get? ( then again they were airhead football players ). She sighed looking out as Theo kept on with the fighting, shaking her head. So much for a pleasant lunch date.

Finally. Someone that might be able to get through to these dumbasses.

Kyle, you have to go stop them! Get them to stop now! Cory watched on as Kyle tried to mediate. She could barely look as he struggled to separate them, wincing with him as he tried to block hit after hit. At one instant, It happened to be Theo to take a jab at her best friend and she instantly blew up. "Theo! What the hell!?" It wasn't long after it looked like Kyle finally had it under control. With the opposing groups on either of his side, he could finally be able to calm them down. Or at least, that's what should have happened.

"Why don't you tell them Kyle, you self righteous little p***k..."

John's words that soon followed after then just seemed to drone out for brunette as it kept on. Kyle. Kyle Kinloch. Her Kyle. He had killed someone. He was driving, gotten in a crash, and had killed someone. No doubt it was shocking. But it was unbelievable to Cory at first. For one thing, it was coming from John Cunningham of all people. And second, the title 'best friend' usually meant having knowledge of such life changing hidden secrets. "Seriously John? Come on, that's not something you joke about!"

"Kyle, what is he ta--" It took one look at Kyle for John's claims to be confirmed true. And in that instant, seeing Kyle lower his head, made Cory's jaw drop. It just seemed so unlikely. Kyle had this whole other past she had no idea about. Sure, she had somewhat of an idea that he was hiding something. She could tell the moment they had met. And of course, as they naturally grew closer he opened up even more to her. But then again, something had always still lingered behind a wall. She saw it in a few places where he spoke and carried himself. She never figured it had been this; something so tragic. "Kyle... Why didn't you say anything to me?" she muttered to herself. The next few moments just seemed to occur instantaneously. Cory, taken by surprised, jumped, flinching as the fight broke out once again, even more closer to her. Her eyes followed Kyle as he first walked away. And then at the instant where Matt threw the plate of food and glass of water at his face, held her breathe and silently prayed to herself he'd just continue on walking away.

Dammit. She shook her head in worried annoyance. Cory didn't utter a single word during this second round. She held her grip tightly with her clasped hands, watching Kyle and continually praying her silent plea for him to just walk away. The brunette held her breathe as Kyle was placed into what looked like a painful ( not to mention awkward ) position by John. And then the tables turned.

"You wanted a fight, you got one."

She watched with wide eyes as Kyle went off on John. Fiercely throwing punches at his unsuspecting target. Her stunned expression turned into one of horror as John then fell into the ground. Kyle was gone. He was just... gone. Which was strange considering, well because he hadn't gone. Cory was standing there with him right in front of her, her rather blank expression fixated on him and just him. And yet, he was gone. This wasn't Kyle. This angry person who was holding an unresponsive John up by the collar delivering punch after punch wasn't her Kyle. Spontaneously without a care, Cory rushed to his side. Her arms struggling to restrain him from throwing yet another punch. "KYLE STOP It! JUST STOP IT NOW! KYLE!!"

Then the cops decided showed up. Kyle was suddenly a yards away from a dumbfounded Cory, with Derrick and Tyler running behind him. A fallen John laid flat in front of her whilst his younger sister rushed to his side. Cory looked around as the crowds of people began on their way, looking for Theo. As the crowds parted, she found him being handcuffed. They locked eyes from a distance. After everything, it was only then she had realized her flooded eyes. The girl bit her lip impulsively as she looked away from Theo and turned back, running in the direction of the three other footballers.

"Kyle... Kyle! .... KYLE!!"

She rushed after them through the parking lot. Derrick had stopped first, meeting her halfway, then Tyler and lastly Kyle. She looked at each of them, panting, taking in their pretty rough conditions. Busted lips, blood dripping noses, swollen eyes. Yet, there was still a hint of smugness in them, in Derrick's most especially. God, don't tell me you're proud of what you did in there? She said, looking at Tyler and Derrick. "You guys could get in a lot of trouble for the ******** up s**t you did in there! Not to mention get taken off the team this school year! You're last year in high school!"

"And You!" It was Kyle's turn to be scolded, "God Kyle!" Her already worn eyes, prepping themselves for yet another stream of tears. "Were you seriously just gonna leave without a word to me?" Hearing the words, a perplexed Tyler turned to an even more confused Derrick. Probably for such a contrast in scolding they received a few moments ago. "You mind?" Tyler answered with a shurg of shoulder and with a backslap to the chest, had Derrick follow him off. Cory looked at a expressionless Kyle and suddenly grew aggravated. "God dammit Kyle!" she scoffed, now pacing back and forth, "Do you have any clue what it was like for me in there?! Jesus Christ, I was ******** scared.. like.. like I don't know what! "

"Why Kyle?" she asked, her voice breaking to soft mutter, "Why didn't you tell me?"

After a few second pause, she began pacing once again. and her speech turning into one long hysteric blabber. "I mean that sounds like something you'd tell you're best friend.... right? I mean, unless... I'm not your best friend anymore... but then again, John of all people!? Why would you tell John instead of me?"

The girl looked behind her at Kyle and began her way back up to him. "Do you know how ******** scared I was back there?" She looked up at him, tears already flowing down her flushed face, her hair in shambles. She hugged him tightly. As tightly as she possibly could, able to hear his heartbeat as her head rested on his chest. She closed her eyes and counted them. ...27... 28... 29... 30.

"You didn't kill him, you know. It was an accident. You didn't kill him."



( ooc ) eew. sorry for anything i possibly got wrong. && not proof-read.



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[the AWESOM-O 5000]

Derrick could feel the anger bubbling up inside him with each cheap strike that Matthew was able to land on him. With his arms being pinned backwards, by John, Derrick didn’t really have much of a chance. Stomping on John’s foot, Derrick got enough freedom to swing a sharp kick directed at Matt’s calf, sending the high jackass stumbling backwards. It was then that Derrick saw Kyle grab Matt. “Now you’re in s**t,” Derrick said at John with a smirk on his face. With one fluid motion, Derrick spun his body weight to the left, wrenching free of John’s restraining hold. Before, he had been worried about being sucker punched by Matt. However, with the guy taken out of the picture by Kyle, Derrick was free to focus on John. Just as Derrick was about to send a right hook to John’s face, someone caught his forearm. Spinning around, Derrick was about to connect with a spinning back fist when he saw that it was Kyle. Lowering his fists, he allowed an aggravated sigh to escape his mouth. As much as he wanted to beat the hell out of John, Kyle was right. Derrick should know better, he was supposed to be the team captain.

“Those bitches started it, I was just backing up Chili,” Derrick said with a distasteful tone, glaring holes into Matt and John before crossing his arms and standing still, not turning his back on Matt or John. Once Kyle had everything settled down, Derrick sighed with that the quarterback had to say. The guy was right, and it should be Derrick scolding them, not Kyle. Derrick was the captain and he was acting like a rookie. He didn’t really care though. He would always have his bro’s back, even if the guy had it in his head he was going to take on the entire football team. He stood by what he did. He may not be the true ‘Bonemiester’ anymore, but he still didn’t stand by and let his friend take on three guys by himself.

“ Why don't you tell them Kyle, you self righteous little p***k ”

“Why don’t you shut the ******** up John,” Derrick said, taking a step forward as John threatened to tell some secret about Kyle’s past. “I’m getting sick of you talking s**t about my bros. Just because you’re not ******** king of the castle anymore doesn’t mean you get to act like a little b***h. ”

Then John revealed Kyle’s secret.

A look of shock was what appeared first on Derrick’s face. Kyle not only used to drink, but had killed someone drinking and driving before. Turning his head, Derrick saw the look on Kyle’s face, and it said it all. He could imagine what the guy was feeling. He had ******** up big time. Derrick had felt the same kind of pain before. Not the whole ‘I killed my friend’ pain, but the pain of knowing that you made a mistake that would haunt you for the rest of your life. For Derrick, it was the fact that he thought he had to be a complete a*****e to bring his parent’s attention onto him and away from his kid brother. A small sigh escaped Derrick’s body as he stepped forwards and patted Kyle on the shoulder. . “Listen man,” Derrick started, but before he could even continue, Kyle cut him off.

“ I-I mean, uh. . .I-I'm s-s-sorry. I sh-should go. G-good luck n-next season ”

“Kyle, dude, wait a second man,” Derrick said, jogging after his team mate. Before he could catch up with him though, Matt had thrown a glass of water and a plate of food in Kyle’s face. Derrick’s concerned look for his friend turned into a look of rage as he glared a hole straight through the linebacker and his accomplice. “I’m going to ******** both of your asses up if you don’t stop.” Derrick threatened in a menacing tone, pointing in the pair’s direction. Before Derrick could even make a move though, Matt had taken a swing at Kyle.

Anger overtook him.

Without even thinking, Derrick rushed Matt, whom had been thrown in his general direction. As Matt turned to face him, he would be met with a roundhouse kick to the face, sending him falling sideways to the ground. Using his training in Brazilian Jui-jit-zu, Derrick was to quickly gain side control of the dazed Matt Forsyth. After sending a few quick knee blows to Matt’s ribs, Derrick sent a quick hammer fist to the guy’s face. With a quick motion of his legs, Derrick straddled the guy’s core, obtaining a full mount on the linebacker. Matt was in trouble. Derrick began to rain down lefts and rights. Matt was high and was barely able to block a few of the blows. Most of them landed, and by the time the rent-a-cop warning was issued, Matt’s face was a bloody and swollen pulp that resembled a bag of oranges.

“That’s what you get for ******** with by quarterback,” Derrick said in a dark tone, spitting on the linebacker’s limp body before standing and chasing after Kyle and Chili through the mall. The offense sprinted through the mall and outside. Derrick had it in his mind that they would run to his car and then all bail before the cops showed up. He knew that Kyle had gotten a ride to the mall with Roary and he was pretty sure that Chili had came with Roxy. However, before the dream team could reach Derrick’s car, a female’s voice caught Derrick’s attention.

“ Kyle... Kyle! .... KYLE!! ”

“Yo alpha team! Hold up, I think we lost the rent-a-cops,” Derrick said, being the first to stop running. Glancing back, he could see Cory chasing after them. “Why isn’t she helping Theo lick his wounds,” Derrick muttered, turning on his heel and walking towards her. Of course, she was the first to scold them on what they had done. Both he and Chili had been smirking about how Derrick had utterly destroyed John and Chili had a closer fight, but could still be declared the winner. “All I did was back up my two best bros. I’ll be proud of that any day. Could be a cheap-shoting b***h like your boyfriend,” Derrick said with a tone of distaste in his voice.

She then turned her attention to Kyle and to be honest, her words confused him. Leave without a word? The rent-a-cops were going to bust their a**, of course they were going to leave without a word! When she asked them to leave, Derrick almost wanted to remind her that the rent-a-cops were still looking for them. However, with a motion from Chili, Derrick nodded slightly. He would give the pair their alone time. Stepping forwards, he patted Kyle on the back lightly. “I really don’t care what you did man ” Derrick said truthfully. “We all ******** up. I mean, I thought people, other than Chili, actually liked me being the Bonemiester. You’re still my quarterback and my bro. We’ll be waiting in my truck if you need a ride. ”

With that, Derrick gave Cory a weak smile before following Chili. As soon as they were out of ear shot of Cory, Derrick laughed hysterically about all the events that had just occured. “Man! I like ******** wrecked Matt. You should see his face,” Derrick said, making a few mock swings in the air before smirking slightly, chasing his head. “Thanks for having my back man.” Derrick said, sharing a pound with Chili as they gave each other props for what had just gone down. “Oh ********! Riley is going to pissed that I just bailed,” Derrick exclaimed, running his hand through his hair worriedly.

[the steel stringbean]

Looks like not one but all defensive players don't have any morals whatsoever. Then again, Tyler was judging all defensive players based on the two biggest douche bags he had met. Matt had sucker punched Tyler; however, Matt's reaction time was much slower than Tyler's was and the guy wasn't as good of a fighter as Tyler was, resulting in Tyler beating the crap out of the high, defenseless linebacker and throwing vicious punches, each packing more than the one before, but he stopped once he felt someone drive their knee towards his temple. God, what was this idiot's problem? Was his memory that bad that he didn't remember the past few times where Tyler dominated the fight and crushed him? Apparently not. Instead the sub human - like safety kept on at it and the two ended up exchanging blows at one another. Tyler knew that if he had gotten the first punch and wasn't cheap shotted, that Theo would most likely be on the floor right now, crying, with a broken nose, probably with his bitchy girlfriend with him yelling at Tyler for demolishing her boyfriend. But there was no time to think of what if situations, Tyler was in Theo's half guard, knowing Theo's lack of knowledge of fighting techniques, despite his experience, Tyler assumed that Theo wasn't entirely sure what to do since all the other guys the safety fought, all he had to do was muscle them to the ground without exhibiting any skill or even fighting an evenly matched opponent. Tyler had been able to hit Theo with a strong right hook to momentarily daze the safety, before hitting him with an elbow to the jaw and using his legs to kick the guy away in order to create space so that he could stand up.

Smirking and chuckling at Theo's comment, in contrast to his sadistic, psycho b*****d demeanor, when he started making excuses and bringing in foreign concepts such as luck into the equation. With that, Tyler knew that he had already won the mental fight between the two - though that wasn't that much of an accomplishment since it wasn't too difficult to win a battle of wits with a guy like Theo - and that gave him a slight advantage on the fight if the safety was already resorting to petty excuses to attribute his sloppy, smashmouth fighting style, which he was unable to morph into a different style in order to hold his ground against someone else who knew how to handle guys that solely relied on brute strength and intimidation to win a fight. "I make my own luck." Tyler said in a light tone with the same carefree smile on his face along with a gleam of confidence in his eyes. History repeats itself, and historically Tyler had always beaten Theo in every single fight from grade school throughout high school, why would that randomly change all of a sudden? Tyler had never lost a fight and that was his fighting glory, he doubted that would change unless there were weapons or something involved and by the looks of it Theo was packing anything so he had nothing to worry about.

Theo closed the distance, seeing as he probably wanted to get the first punch in, which was a generally positive tactic in fighting. Quickly evading one of the punches that had quite a bit of power in it, causing Theo to be caught off balance with him momentum following the trail of the punch. That allowed Tyler to send a quick jab to the jaw and forcefully grab his shoulder and take a couple kidney shots. However, Theo, being a dirty fighter and whatnot, was close enough to a table that had glass on it and threw it with surprising accuracy behind him, directing it towards Tylers face, causing him to defend himself by putting up both forearms and breaking the glass as his arms started bleeding. With that, Theo twisted around with a backfist that was barely evaded by Tyler as Theo proceeded to gauge Tyler's eyes. "You ******** b*****d!" Tyler yelled loudly in pain as he felt his anger overwhelm him at a violent pace, grabbing Theo's wrist in one swift motion and putting him in a shoulder crank position before kicking the back of his knee, forcing him into an awkward kneeling position on the ground. Tyler released his grip on Theo's shoulder and directed a few punches to the back of the head as Theo fell to the ground. Unfortunately, Tyler was halted from his assault on the jerk of a safety that only knew how to cheap shot people, by one of his best bro's Kyle, who had even gone so far as to take a hit that was supposed to land on Tyler. "Dude, you okay? That ******** b***h, I'll-" As Tyler lunged forwards he was stopped by Kyle once again who seemed to be the only calm one in this situation. "You b***h, touch him again and I'll break your nose." Tyler grumbled with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed in Theo's direction. He was just one big douche bag that thought he was an awesome fighter because he was stronger than everyone and could throw them around and take advantage of them, but now he was reduced to a mere p***y that was p***y - whipped and couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag without doing something immoral like eye gauging or breaking something made out of glass over a guy's head. What a dicktwit. He wasn't a good fighter, he was just an a*****e that wanted to show off. If he didn't want to show off then why would he rip his shirt off for no reason, trying to look all macho for his b***h. Tool.

Tyler's expression morphed from that of pure anger and hatred to that of sheer shock as it streaked his features with wide eyes as John revealed Kyle's secret to the world. He would have never, ever guessed that, Kyle always seemed like a do - gooder type of guy that had always been like that forever. Not the type of guy that drank enough to get completely wasted and drive a car. The only time Kyle was ever near alcohol was when he was repeatedly telling people to restrain from it! This was definitely news to Tyler, as it was to the rest of Cougar Country. One question that came across his mind was how did John Cunningham, of all people, know this intimate detail of the quarterback's life? Tyler had never messed up that badly. Sure, he may have played with a few people's hearts, but that was unintentional and he didn't think he was hurting anyone because he had thought that no one simply cared about him that much to be hurt by him. All he knew was that Kyle would definitely be in need of a friend to talk about it or just help him forget about this entire sordid ordeal and how it played out and Tyler would be that friend to him if he needed it. However, he wouldn't press his luck and bug him constantly about it and try to get him to talk, if the guy needed Tyler to be there for him then he would. After all, Tyler had experience in not wanting to talk about things bugging him. Derrick decided to take over from it and try to be the nice, sympathetic guy and break through to Kyle, but that all seemed to be in vain as the quarterback started to retreat from the scene. Unfortunately, that didn't seem like enough because Matt decided to be a douchebag and add salt to the wound and initiate another fight between them. "Holy s**t, that ******** got jacked up!" Tyler commented in a happy tone as Kyle took care of the baked linebacker and sent him towards Derrick.

A worried expression took over his face as Theo started making his way to Derrick as he started demolishing the linebacker. Tyler wouldn't allow for Theo and Matt to pick on Derrick and ultimately beat him up, but Kyle had surprisingly executed a perfectly fluid sacrifice throw and flung Theo towards Tyler. As Theo made his way to his feet, Tyler decided to take it upon himself to take care of the safety before it was a two - on - one fight against either the quarterback or the wide receiver. "Cheapshotting someone again? Get some ******** manners." Tyler commented from behind Theo, causing him to turn around and break out into a full sprint and tackle Tyler over a table. Quickly using his legs to get Theo in his guard, despite being on his back, Tyler used Theo's own forearm to apply pressure to his carotid arteries while lifting one of his legs across his neck and clamping down with the other neck, executing a triangle choke from the ground. Theo had made the mistake of not tucking his chin and his face was becoming purple with each passing second. Time to take out the trash. Tyler thought inwardly and playfully, as he released his grip before Theo passed out to make it a little bit more entertaining for Tyler as he used both feet to kick away a weakened Theo and create space between the two so that both of them could stand up.

Theo started throwing punches almost blindly in his feeble attempt to do something to catch Tyler off guard and then take advantage of that to win the fight, but Tyler was quick enough to dodge the punches from a weakened and light - headed safety that already wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. Grabbing his wrist on one of the punches and his lapel of the opposite side, Tyler fluidly stepped to the inside and widened his stance as his hand gripping Theo's lapel provided the leverage for the throw whilst Tyler popped up and into Theo as he ripped his arm across, sending Theo plummeting towards the hard surface head first and Tyler took ahold of the mount position to assert complete dominance over Theo so that he was unable to use his legs and was on his back as Tyler started striking his opponent with a combination of punches and elbows. He was so caught up in the fight that he hadn't even realized that the rent - a - cops were making their way to break up the fight until he heard Kyle and Derrick say something about it. "Oh s**t." He muttered to himself as he quickly got up off of Theo. "This was fun, we should do this again. Take care of that face, I don't think Cory's standards are that low." He said to Theo who was lying on the ground and unable to get up without proper assistance as he took out his wallet to toss a twenty at Theo as he took off running in the direction of his teammates.

Soon enough they were in the parking lot and being reprimanded by Cory. All of her words were going in through one ear and out the other as he responded with a shrug and smile. "b***h, please. Don't get your panties in a bunch because your boyfriend got his a** whooped by yours truly. You really have downgraded from me and to think that you could've had all this. Pity." Tyler responded carelessly while checking his phone. "Yeah, ******** your past, broski." Tyler said while walking away and Derrick started talking about how he wrecked Matt. "Dude, that was awesome! Good job, man." Then he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the words that followed once he started talking about Riley. Right when there was a vague blur of the Bonemiester seeping through, he always covered it up with the nice guy deal, it got sort of annoying, he wished that Derrick would just pick one personality since it was kind of ******** up. One minute he was getting two girls in bed at the same time, the other he was apologizing to both of them and caring about their feelings. Who did that anymore? Since when did all the slutty people start forming feelings? It was like the apocalypse or something! "That sucks. You should text her or something, besides I don't think she can stay mad at you for more than like. . .three hours or something. I can go if you want that way you can work stuff out with Riley, unless she's busy bailing out her big bro, but I have a feeling she'll side with you on this one." With that comment, he got out his phone to text Roxy since he was pretty sure Derrick would happily pass up an opportunity to hang with Tyler to hang with Riley. Oh well, they would be able to chill during practice at the end of July, so he was fine with that.

hey i'm fine, but you should see 'reaper' haha what a f**
anyways, we should get out of here before i get arrested
we can chill at my place or something if you're cool with that

ooc; I'll post for Kyle later once I find out how he's going to react or I might wait for some other people to post. So post ******** post haha

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Roxanne sighed as she looked around the movie theater. She wasnt really paying attention the movie. She had no idea why she even invited the girls along. She really wanted to spend time with Tyler, last night was blurred, and she wanted to clear memories of John with Tyler. She looked around and pushed her long hair from her face, her eyes scanning the face next to hers. The movie screen flickered across his features, and she reached over and kissed his cheek. She snuggled up against him as she looked around and waited until the movie ended. She reached into the popcorn bucket and took a fist full, and started to pop them into her mouth. She licked her fingers off, and slid one piece into Tyler's mouth. "Mmm, yummy" she giggled as she kissed his cheek again. She looked up to see the movie was over. She stood up, and smiled up at Tyler as he laced his fingers through his. She leaned against him, and looked over her shoulder at the girls. She gave them a huge smile, something she hadnt done in forever. She was so happy, and then she saw the group ahead.

Tyler took off, and was yelling at the guys as he stormed down the way. She was about to go chase after him when Skye started to yell something. She turned and looked at her, her eyes bugging out of her skull. "Wha-" she was cut off when Skye started to tell her about what happened last night, "I am so sorry hun, well you should've told me, then we could've had a girls night instead of a day" she said as she looked over her shoulder at Tyler and the guys. She was about to say something when she got a text, it was from Tyler,

hey i'm fine, but you should see 'reaper' haha what a f**
anyways, we should get out of here before i get arrested
we can chill at my place or something if you're cool with that

She smiled as she looked up at Skye and bit her lip. She wanted to chill with Skye, and then turned to her phone, "You and me at the Spa tomorrow Skye, then we can b***h about things going on." she said as she smiled at her best friend, and kissed her cheek, "I promise, you and me at ten in the morning, and we'll spend all day, then go find a party and we'll make those lil boys eat their hearts out" she said as smiled at her best friend. "I wil text you tonight, i promise" she said as she turned on her heels and walked towards the man of her dreams

I would love that
But how about you come over to my place
i have a lil surprise for you
meet me at my house at 9

With that she went over to the Victoria Secret window and took a picture of the sign, and then sent it to him, and a winky face. She smiled as she looked at the boys and walked into the store. She quickly bought one of the new oufits, and then headed towards the car, and went to her house to plan

((Sorry so short, i am in the hospital >.< ))

[the steel stringbean]

CAN YOU LOSE EVERYTHING, YOU EVER HAD PLANNED? CAN YOU SIT DOWN AGAIN, AND PLAY ANOTHER HAND?
COULD YOU RISK EVERYTHING FOR THE CHANCE OF BEING ALONE? UNDER PRESSURE FIND THE GRACE, OR WOULD YOU COME UNDONE?
THAT'S HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT THEY. WE SAY GOODBYE, BUT NEVER LET GO
WE LIVE, WE DIE, 'CAUSE YOU CAN'T SAVE EVERY SOUL. GOTTA TAKE EVERY CHANCE TO, SHOW THAT YOU'RE THE KINDA MAN WHO
WILL NEVER LOOK BACK, NEVER LOOK DOWN AND NEVER LET GO

Kyle had honestly thought he was home free, so he could hermit it up and remove himself from the rest of the people in Cougar Country for the duration of his time there. Pumping his legs with a new vigor about him, determined to forget what happened and leave - that was what John wanted, right? - to go play some basketball by himself, do some lifting, or just go for a nice, peaceful run. . . But it seemed like everyone else had different plans for him and he was unable to protest to it either. Kyle could have easily sprinted away from Derrick, Tyler, and Cory, seeing as he had gotten a head start and he was fast enough to outrun them and one of the main skills he prided himself on was how elusive he could be, but there was something in him that forced him to stop. He didn't know exactly what that was, it certainly wasn't Tyler or Derrick, while they were nice guys (most of the time, anyways, Kyle was still a little bitter about how Derrick pulled a douche move and cockblocked him when he had the prior knowledge of Kyle's general awkwardness, but Kyle stifled that feeling and forced it down), they weren't his real friends. The alone would be unable to make Kyle rethink his whole getting away from everyone plan, they weren't exactly the most understanding guys, so Kyle really didn't want to talk to either of them about it. He assumed that Tyler wouldn't really want to talk about it, but Derrick would and then he would relate it back to his life and some pity story about his family, which really wouldn't help Kyle at all. He hadn't talked about it during AA meetings, to his parents, or the numerous therapists, there was no way he trusted them with that knowledge. Besides, John just told them the gist of it, the only part that people found relevant, anyways. But Kyle sucked it up, he wasn't going to feel sorry for himself, he had made a huge mistake and there was no going back, even if he wanted to, and he wanted to badly. There were no trivial excuses he could make for his actions, he had to accept that he had finally faced the repercussions that he was bound to face by even considering drinking and driving.

An insanely powerful feeling of fear and sadness scrabbled within in his gut; however, the fact that his best friend had taken it upon herself to go check up on him that mildly quelled that feeling for a moment as her voice rang out that had forced him to come to an abrupt halt. Casting his gaze downward and fixating it on his feet because he couldn't bear to face anyone anymore, their views of him were probably tainted and now he was just a gruesome a*****e that ******** up badly, someone that no one would want to associate themselves with. Kyle didn't blame them. If he were placed in their shoes, he would hate him. Hell, he already hated himself. While that feeling had considerably decreased since he had become a better person during his time in Concord, it always had an annoying presence that was always in the back of his head whenever he did anything. He figured he might as well get used to the constant state of self - loathing, but now those levels had increased drastically. Not only did he loathe himself for making such a stupid mistake that resulted in an unfortunate death of a dear friend, who he still couldn't get over no matter what methods he tried to ease the guilt, everyday he wished he could trade places and that it was him since he made the decision to drive the car. It shouldn't have been Anthony, he didn't deserve that fate, Kyle did, and he now he was left with a massive amount of guilt surging through him and he felt as pitiful as ever. Not only did he make that mistake, but he had beat up a guy that didn't deserve to get beaten up, he was just trying to get his position back and did it in by cruel, yet fair means. There was no rule that said he couldn't bring out something from Kyle's past and use it against him. All of Kyle's anger towards John was irrational and he had no idea how to control it, so he had to resort to physically destroying the guy. While John was bloody and bruised, most likely with a broken nose and a couple bruised ribs, the only part of Kyle that actually ached was his hands due to the amount of powerful punches. God, I'm such a ******** d**k. What the ******** is wrong with me? C'mon Kyle get with the ******** program. I should've seen this coming, they were bound to find out anyways. I'm such a ******** up, I don't deserve to be here.

Kyle was immediately torn away from his emo thoughts by Cory's voice once again once she had started to scold Derrick and Tyler for fighting and risking their positions on the team by causing trouble off the field. "It's not their fault, it's mine. Don't be mad at them. They were just trying to have my back." Kyle interjected quietly, his tone reflecting exactly how he felt: ******** pathetic. Once he had spoken and met Cory's eyes, he immediately dropped his gaze back to the ground once the three of them had glanced in his direction and then allowed Cory to go off on her rant about how they shouldn't have been fighting. Turning around once there was a slight pause, assuming she was scolding all three of the guys instead of just Derrick and Tyler during her speech, but apparently Kyle got his own tongue lashing. Fantastic. Briefly looking up to meet her eyes before focusing on the spot behind her head instead since he couldn't look at her without feeling like a complete douche bag. What did she think of him now? She probably wanted to yell at him for not showing his true colors or something and that he was actually an a*****e just like all the other football players before stomping off to go find her boyfriend. However, before she could go on, she had requested alone time and Derrick and Tyler had made their exit, but not without Derrick patting him on the back, which forced him to stiffen up and cross his arms, already feeling uncomfortable. Apparently he was Derrick's 'bro,' last time he checked being a bro didn't constitute to cockblocking someone else, hazing them during the week he was out and basically just make him life a living hell for quite some time. Granted, he gave a speech saying that Kyle should start when he was in the midst of his personality change, but still. Kyle was the better quarterback and would've eventually gotten the position, Derrick had just sped up the process a little, and he was thankful for that, but he didn't feel like he was close to Derrick at all. Sure, they were kinda sorta friends because of the various athletic teams they joined, but he wasn't a real friend, he would've never talked to Kyle if he didn't play football. But instead of voicing these thoughts, he simply nodded and allowed Derrick to believe he was a good samaritan.

And then the two were left alone and Kyle felt incredibly awkward and it showed all over his face along with his body language. "I-I, uh, I-I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean f-for this to, uh. . ." He trailed off, unable to complete his thought as his comment was drowned out by Cory's voice, he was at a loss for words. Then again, how did one exactly describe the guilt, sadness, and anger that had posed a vicious assault upon his senses? Now, she was just adding more guilt into the mix by making him feel like a douche bag for not telling her and then being the sole cause for her pain. "You hate me now, don't you?" The statement came out quietly with sadness evident in his tone, not wanting to face the reality of his best friend hating him. "I know I should've told you earlier, but I just. . .didn't know how." He admitted in a defeated tone. Sure, he may have contemplated telling Cory about it, but there was no use in telling her about his deepest, darkest secret and making her question their friendship, although that seemed to be occurring anyways. Irony. He didn't find it fit to tell her, it wasn't like she was left out or anything, he hadn't told anyone. However, it seemed as if his comment didn't phase her in the least as she started pacing back and forth, fuming at Kyle as she went back to her rant about how he should've told her and how scared she was. "I'm sorry." He muttered quietly, unable to get a word in edge - wise.

All he wanted to do was to run away so that he wouldn't have to interact with people and face all the new negatively charged judgements about him. It all over for him. There was no way he could play football or any sport for that matter ever again. Parents would find out and automatically have a preconceived notion of a douche bag badass that gets people in trouble; thus, kicking Kyle off the team. There was no point in trying to make amends. He had lost. John Cunningham had won. God damnit. Match well won. Suddenly, as he was about to turn away and leave as the one - sided conversation came to a stop, Cory wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, that Kyle felt a little awkward in, but the awkwardness melted away and gave way to feeling of gratitude, a much more welcome feeling as he slowly returned the hug before releasing her once he felt like it was the appropriate time to speak up. "I made a mistake. It was my fault. I ******** up real bad, I can't go back to fix it, I wish I could. I wish it was me. I ask myself everyday why I was the one that survived. . .I shouldn't have been me." Kyle mumbled incoherently. A part of him wished that Cory yelled at him and hated him for being a d**k, so that he could get what he deserved, but apparently that wasn't going to happen and his prediction of what she would do was completely wrong. "I don't want to talk about this." Kyle stated abruptly, louder and a little more bolder than previously. "It's not personal or anything," he started off, "I haven't talked about this with anyone and I honestly don't think I'm going to start now. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that you're trying to help and I love you for that, but still. Nothing I say or do is going to help or changed the fact that I'm a. . . I'm a. . .a ******** murder that killed one of his best friends. Everything is all gone now. I'm pretty I'm off the team and now that's it for me." He said with an intense look on his face as he focused on some undeniable point for a second, pondering his next move before moving his gaze back to Cory's face. All he wanted to do was go play some ball to alleviate his pain and guilt for a moment and enter a more comfortable and welcoming atmosphere while leaving behind the tortuous one he was stuck in right now. "You should go find your boyfriend. Forget about me." He said sternly as he hardened his facial features, even though there was a part of him, a large part actually, that wanted her to stay with him because really she was the only one he felt comfortable around and the only person he would even think of sharing this sensitive information with. But that wasn't going to happen. He was her best friend, Theo was her boyfriend. It didn't take a genius to deduce who she would pick. "I-I'll b-b-be, uh, f-fine. I pr-promise." Biggest lie ever.

ooc; I hate this post, but at least it's up, sorry for the wait, I wanted other people to get some posts in before I posted