"2-3, are you coming to this party or what? We're heading out soon " Jalen called out as he and Darnell had their heads sticking out of their car.
2-3 is a nickname my closest teammates gave me, representing my jersey number 23. Jalen covered our backend playing Strong Safety, a real game wrecker, while Darnell held it down on the other side of the field from me playing cornerback as well. We grew up together, played together, did everything together. Tonight we will party together.
"Yeah man give me a minute, I'll be right with you."
Most of the players had already gone home as well as the fans and extras. The lights are just bright enough to keep the entrance illuminated. As I run out towards the entrance I nearly trip over my feet.
"I'm coming Ethaannn...."
"These drinks aren't going to drink themselves you know slowpoke" as Jalen holds out a 6 pack of beer.
"Yeah, yeah you're right, coming."
Though I couldn't shake that voice I heard just now, it sounded like it was right behind me, yet I turned around and no one was there. Probably just my head playing games with me, all these hits I've been laying out to these pathetic receivers must've been getting to me. I jog over to the car, gear in hand as I try not to think about what just happened and instead on how many drinks and girls we were going to get tonight.
"Y'all ready to have THE best night of your lives!" exclaimed Darnell
"More car starting and less talking, please. Thank you."
"Yeah let me just put my gear in the trunk and we'll be on our way."
Soon we were on our way to the party, driving way too fast, drinking WAY too much, and singing the latest songs of whatever happened to pop up on the radio. About half an hour later though...
"Man I gotta pee, Jalen can you pull over real quick."
"Darnell, are you kidding me!? We like halfway there, hold that shit man. We got HOTTIES waiting for us 30 minutes away."
"Well it's either that or your new leather gets a brand new stain that's gonna be VERY hard to clean off."
"Man HELL no"
I'm laughing, drunk out of my mind as we pull over to a park on the side of the road and Darnell runs(more like hobbles) to the bathroom as fast as his drunken body can get him.
"Man I can't believe we're gonna be late to this party because this kid drank too much" followed by a deep belch. "And I'm probably losing the girls there to Kevin...burp... imagine that Kevin hogging all the girls, seems like something he'd do honestly."
"Can you believe coach threatened to sub me out for Kevin when that one guy caught a 32 yarder on me? INSANE. Can't believe he'd joke around like that."
"Don't mind coach, he's just messing around, trying to get you hyped up for the game. Enough of that though. Did you hear about what happened on the Ave? 3 more bodies dumped behind old man Mark's."
The Ave is what all the kids in our town call Central Avenue. It's the main plaza for all essentials and is where all the places to eat are. About 10 blocks in length, it's a strip of stores and places to eat as far as you can go. Mark's is the famous pizza spot that all the kids from our school go to hang out at after classes.
"Yeah man, things have been getting crazy lately, but it's no problem at all, anyone tries to mess with me or you guys, they're not escaping an ass-whooping by the one and only," I say as I triumphantly point at myself in a grand gesture.
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Gear: New World
AçãoGrowing up in Meadow Town, nothing counts more than Football. Ethan, a cocky, arrogant yet intelligent kid is the star player on his team and has just won him and his team the Homecoming game for his school. After a long night of partying and drinki...
