Fuck!Sweating my ass off in our locker room, after practice, the damn idiot Tyson won't leave me the fuck alone! He's been on my ass for the last twenty minutes. Dude thinks since he's the fucking all-star quarterback he has the right to jazz on anyone he likes or doesn't like. Which in this case, is me.
Every since the night of Ivan's party. It's not my damn fault he got busted cheating on his girlfriend.
Even I was the one who told her which room he was in at the time, doesn't give him the right to take his shit out on me! I'm the one who shoved his dick into the other chic. That shit was all on him. He's a fucking douchebag!
"Where's your girlfriend Knox?" Bastard is referring to my best friend Jaye. We've been practically brothers since we were ten. My family adopted him when his parents died in a car crash, when he was just fifteen. Our parents were close to each other. He's basically been my brother for years. But dickhead here thinks it's funny to throw his homophobic slurs at us. I'm a damn hothead with a lot of demons, I usually try to keep my cool. I can't stoop to his level, I try remind myself, I love playing football as a wide receiver. If I let him rile me there's a good chance I'll get kicked off the team; not him! He is the quarterback after all. Waste of space if you ask me!
"If you're referring to Jaye, he's in the showers." Slamming my locker, the dick just won't shut the fuck up!
"Why aren't you in there with him?" Damn fool cackles out at his own stupid joke! Plopping my ass on the bench, I just try to ignore his stupid ass remarks.
"What's wrong Knox? You're fuck-boy find another man to take your place?" Tyson puckers lips making a kissy face. Fucking idiot!
"What are you jealous Tyson? Not getting any lately since Lola dropped your stupid ass?" Jaye insults him right back, walking over to stand face to face with Tyson. Fuck!
Jumping up from the bench, I stand beside Jaye, I know this shit can't be good. Jaye is a damn hellhound if he loses his temper there will be actual hell to pay. He's a fucking hot head like me. But I won't let him stand alone against Tyson and his fuck-crew!
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Tackling Two 🏈
FantasyIn a supernatural world, two all star football players find their mate. They call her a freak, mixed, or unnatural. Most known hybrids have general abilities but not Promise. She is unique, an outcast, a mix between a light witch, sylph, and fey...