A boy named Blaze

Chapter 26

I jogged around another corner, enjoying feeling the strain on my muscles as I had been jogging for the past hour straight. I saw Blaze and I frowned, what is he doing here. I slowed down to a walk and walked over to him. "What you doin' here," I asked while trying to get my breath. He chuckled which caused me to give him a weird look, why is he laughing. "Look around, I could be asking you the same question," I looked around and started laughing. I was standing about five streets away from his house, I didn't even pay attention to where I was going.

"Oops," I commented. He laughed and shook his head with a smirk on his face. "And to answer your question I was going on a jog which you interrupted," I said about to start jogging away from him. "Wait, remember that Blaze you asked me about," He asked. I stopped jogging and turned back around to face him, slowly nodding my head. "Yeah, well I'm meeting up with the Blaze I know for poker tonight and even though Bry and a couple other assholes are coming wanna go," he asked, almost shyly.

"Hell ya," I said smiling and hoping it was really Blake. "Cool, we are meeting at sevenish," he said shrugging. "I'm gonna go home, where is it?" I asked him. "I'll drive you, pick you up at six thirty," he asked and I nodded, glancing at the time. It was five I think I will have enough time to go home, eat, shower, and be ready by six thirty. "Okay." I said and started off running again. A smile was on my face at the taught of seeing Blake again.

*Blake*

I grabbed my keys and locked my door to my small little house. I had a rough brown leather jacket on which was worn and and a pair or loose jeans. My gun was tucked into my jeans and I had my money for poker. I walked over to my car and drove over to Marley's place where poker was held tonight. I sighed and ran my hair through my short brown hair and stopped my car as a light turned red. I was tempted to just go through it but its not like I'm going to be late or anything, I have no need for rushing.

As the light turned green I continued down the similar streets where I have lived my whole life. Now I'm on my own, have no real friends or family. My mom left and my dad died and my only real friend was a spunky chick named Tara but well her mom dragged her away. I guess its probably for the best, now she can have the life she needs and deserves. Even though she was great at this life and could beat anyone, even me, she wasn't made for this life.

I bet she has a lovely boyfriend now and has tons of great friends. That's the life she deserves, I hope she is happy now. My only friends now are my poker buddies but we aren't good friends, we all know we could easily pull out our guns and shoot each other without a moment hesitation, that'ssomething you wouldn't do with real friends. I sighed as I pulled into the house and stepped out of the car, walking into the house.

We play poker in the back of the house so you have to walk in then through the hall way then turn right. When I got there I saw the similar poker table and Marley sat around its with Smithy, Keller, and Taren. "Is this all for tonight?" I asked, sitting down on one of the stools. "Bry and Blaze are joinus," Marley said. Marley was a small little skinny guy about 5'6. Yet he was could fight and no one messed with him because he knew a billion people who each knew about a hundred ways to killsomeone with just their hands, me being one of them.

Smithy on the other hand was totally different. He was tall, I mean I'm 6'5 and yet he was still taller then me, I'm guessing he is about 6'10. He is pure muscles and looks like and probably is on steroids. He was wearing a wife beater and looked annoyed, causing me to smile. Then there was Keller, he was medium and the joker or the group. He was about 6 feet tall and not over muscularbut had some. He had a buzz cut and and had tattoos covering his body, even though almost all of them had tattoos somewhere.

Taren was the last and he was tall to, almost the same height as me just a little shorter. He almost had the same muscles as me, which was nice firm muscles but not tons like Smithy. Almost a happy medium between Smithy and Keller. Taren was almost the same but he had longer hair then me and had way more scars covering his body.