Dear diary

Kyle

"Kyle man it's just a drink, stop being a stick in the mud."
Yea, that's how it always starts. Why did I even agree to come this? Oh yea I don't wanna look like a punk.

"Naw man someone has to drive y'all back home, besides my dad would kill me."

Literally

"Whatever man." Said my teammate Jackson. We had just won our sixth game against our biggest rivals, the Trojans.
And that's the only thing my dad cared about. Anytime we lost a game it was my fault. And as team captain he always reminded me of that.

Any mistake I make has a serious consequence. One time he beat the me so bad it looked liked I got mugged. And that's what I told coach. He bought it eventually.
But he knows something up, so be forces me to this group counseling thing with other people who's lives are totally fucked up.

     But my situation isn't like theirs. I'm not like them. My dad just has some anger problems but he's gonna get over it and things are gonna go back to the way they were.

It just that simple. Not that hard to understand. 

      "Peter! You're gonna hurt him stop it!!"

Here we go again. What in the hell did Jackson do to him now?

    There was always some type of beef between them two. The only place where there was any harmony among them was the field.

      Other than that they never get along. Ever.

     I rush in to see Peter on top of Jackson with his hands around his throat. But Jackson is one of the toughest and strongest linebackers I've ever had. He quickly flipped them over and started pounding his fist into Peter's face. Peter is our 1st string kicker.

     My team was fighting, but I couldn't just push people into the walls, and others. So I squished past the crowed that gathered around them. I honestly wished they had never met each other. It would make my job as team captain a whole lot easier. But they are the best we got, and we put them in the same room with alcohol so that was our fault. 

        By the time I got to them Jackson had a busted nose and a bloody mouth. While Peter had a bloody nose and an eye that was already blackening. This is going to be fun to explain to coach.

       "Y'all what the heck is going on with you now. And why did have to end with you two fighting?"

           They look at each other in disgust and pure hatred. "Kyle you need to get yo boy, before I really mess him up." "Mess me up?! How 'bout you look at your own face partner." Announced Jackson already advancing towards him again. I kept a firm hand on his chest to keep them apart. "This better not be about Carol again man." Jackson smirked and shrugged. "What can i say she's hot, and she also deserves an real man. Not some punk kicker that can't take a hit." Peter was pushing against my other hand now. 

      "You wanna run that by me again Morrison?" 

         Here we go again. It took me about 30 minutes for me to calm them down and to call two separate Ubers. By the time I got back home it was way past my curfew. I closed the door and did what I could to not make any type of noise. I got to my room safe and sound. I just stripped down to just boxers and climbed into bed to go to sleep.  

           Or so I thought.