Training Day

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by RealFreddyFazbear

by RealFreddyFazbear

[This song should be playing in the background while reading this]
Brocks POV

"If you love me let me go!" I sang off key. "Brock! SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR YOUR 'SINGING'! "Ok. Sorry." "So...... If you love me let me" "STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

Your POV

"I need to get away." you think. You run ahead to the golf carts and hop into yours and drive away before Evan notices that you ran ahead. "Where the hell is (Y/N)!?!?!?!" you hear Evan shout. Suddenly, you get a call. Its from Marcel. "(Y/N). Where the fuck are you?" You reply with saying, "At the house. Why?" "Evan wanted to know. Bye." He hangs up. As everyone else gets out of their carts, you are getting into your Adder. "Later, losers!!!!!" you shout while flipping the bird at them. You pull out of your spot, tires squealing.

You reach the gym and you are inside right when you hear tires pop. "Those fuckers!!" you shout while sprinting outside. You realize that it wasn't them right when you feel a bullet whizz past your ear. A sniper from the rival gang that was torturing you is trying to put you out of commission! You take cover behind one of the random SUVs that is just sitting there. You swear that it wasn't there before. "Its cover." you thought as you ran behind it. You pull out the AK-200 that Evan gave you. You take one shot before looking through the scope of a sniper rifle you swapped to. Right before you fire, you realize that its Craig. You call him. He picks up with an obviously fake, tired voice. "H-hello?" "WHAT THE FUCK MINILADD!?!?!" "What do you mean?" "YOU WERE SHOOTING AT ME FROM THE TOP OF THE SHIPPING CONTAINERS AT THE DOCK!!!!! THATS WHAT I MEAN!!!!!!!" "Evan told me to test your reaction time. BTW: Your tires aren't popped. They're bullet proof, remember? I placed that aren't bullet proof." "Ok. Good. Talk to you later. Bye." You were so pissed at Evan after the call. You were gonna get him later.