tampax

-05

❝take me back to the night, we met on the yard.❞

- maggie lindemann, couple of kids

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JACK winces as his eyes scan his audience. All the beady eyes tearing him apart with their gazes, their lust for violence seen on the other side of their dark orbs. They hadn't seemed so many to him from where he had counted them previously.

As he took another cautious step, finally on level and uncrumbling ground, the lack of movement begins to irritate him, and their murmured whispers  battled with his self control. He fought the viscous urge to scream words of profanity and storm away.

Swift movements capture his attention. He watches a full head of fawn locks sway side to side as they surge deeper into the small crowd. His eyes narrow on the anonymous being, but soon he's lost the stranger amidst all the other beings before him.

He returns his focus back to the male, a few feet away from him. Tall, but not enough to intimidate him, bulky, but not bulky enough to harm him, cocky, but just enough to vex him to the point of everyone's danger.

Jack scrutinizes him, and he scrutinizes Jack. Jack saw nothing but a rotten wretch, and in his eyes, in Cameron's eyes, Jack was nothing but a poverty-stricken imbecile, who was obstructing his spotlight. The hatred the two unfamiliar boys had for each other was immense and uncalled for.

"Damn, look at all these people here to see us beat a guy. Y'all some cold-hearted bitches," the nonchalance in the obnoxiously loud voice almost made Jack laugh, however he composed himself. If he'd laughed, he'd seem cocky, and he was never one to showcase his pride.

So instead he allowed his immature friend to continue being immature.

"Shut up, Tez, damn," Sammy's 'hushed' voice is heard by everyone within a kilometre, as he grabs his friend by the arm, pulling him closer to where Jack stood, intimidatingly, with his hands by his sides and his fists clenching, "Jack's in the zone."

"Y'all is making us look stupid, just shut up, damn," Johnson whispers heatedly, followed by an ear-splitting whistle, as he looked everywhere but at his group of opponents. Cameron glares at the small group of cretins before him.

"You guys are a joke," he sneers, shaking his head. His cockiness had now outweighed his anxiety. And his sense of boundaries. "I have to say, I was expecting more."

"To be fair, so were we," Tez chimes before any of his friends could, "skinny ole boy like ya'self talking so much bullshit about a well known group of guys like us. "

"Stupid fool," Nate grumbles, stepping forward to join Jack where he stands, followed by John and Derek. The gang had now assembled, but not yet assembled to their full ability. Not to the point of Cameron shitting bricks.

"Man, it's always the rich kids," Derek chuckles, running his tongue along his lips; the two young girls standing a mere three feet away from him squeal silently as they watch him do so.

"Yeah, but they're never really as ugly as him, I mean, look at his face, damn," Tez interjects, glancing at all his friends. He took this matter serious, once he first heard of it, but as he stood present, in front of cameron dallas, in the flesh, all he wanted to do was laugh.

"I'm standing right here," Cameron snapped, unfolding his arms as he glares at Tez. Tez's smile drops, as does his jaw, before he looks over both his shoulders, and turns around.

"You talking to me? I know yo' yoda looking, bugs bunny teeth pile of shit ass ain't talking to me, hell nah you ain't talking to Tez. Not with that lipless mouth," Tez sasses, before viscous laughter erupts from the pit of his stomach, all of his friends and half of their viewers already having been in the laughing state. Even Jack cracks a smile.