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Trent in mm

Saturday
August 26, 2016
3:30 pm

When I finally made it to the school, I rushed out of the truck, grabbing my sports bag and throwing my keys into my pants pocket.

I shut and locked the doors before making my way into the actual building.

As I walked down the vast hallway, I spotted one of my teammates, Westley.

As I walked down the vast hallway, I spotted one of my teammates, Westley

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"Hey, Trent, come over here!" Westley shouted, waving me over to him.

I stopped my commute to the gym and walked towards Westley, who was proudly leaning against the school's blue lockers.

"What's up, West?" I asked once I was within hearing distance.

He sprung up from his place on the lockers at my greeting and slung one of his heavy arms around my shoulder.

"I was just talking to these girls right before you came and guess what, bro?" He said excitedly.

"I'm going to regret saying this, but what?" I said with a disgruntled tone seeping into my voice.

"They said they're down for a gang bang, bro. A gang bang, how cool is that." Westley said, his voice leaking with an excessively irritating amount of enthusiasm.

"Pretty cool, I guess." I shrugged.

"So you're in? The whole team is in on it." He questioned with a wide grin.

"I'll pass, West." I said dismissively.

"Why, bro? It's gang bang, those things only come like once a millennium." He said in disbelief.

"I said I'll pass. Besides, I already have my eyes on someone else." I stated securely.

"I hope they're worth it, if you're passing up a gang bang, bro." Westley said with a hint of suspicion.

"Trust me, they are. Look, I'll see you on the field, West." I retorted before attempting to pull away from his grasp.

My attempt was met with two arms coming around my neck, entrapping me in a choke hold.

"West, you bastard. Let me go." I bellowed.

"Say uncle." He grunted.

"Fuck off." I spat.

I felt the deathly grip tighten, causing me to let out a straggling cough.

"Say it, bro. Westley taunted.

"No." I stated firmly.

"West, let him go." I heard a familiar say.

"Okay." Westley replied before releasing the unforgiving hold.

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