All The Right Things

It​ ​was​ ​a​ ​normal​ ​Friday​ ​night.​ ​I​ ​was​ ​babysitting​ ​the​ ​cutest​ ​kids​ ​and​ ​everything​ ​was​ ​great.

I​ ​never​ ​thought​ ​this​ ​would​ ​happen.

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I opened the door and saw the last thing I expected to see. I let out a little scream but quickly covered my mouth. I didn't need the kids to see what I saw.

Standing on the porch was Max Jensen. Max was your everyday jock. Messy brown hair that was never styled but looked like it was, 6' 2" average height, arms and abs you could clearly see through the tight fitting sport shirts he always wore, and girls falling over themselves to get his attention. Your typical, popular jock, which he was at Ridgewood High- my school.

Him standing there wasn't the unusual thing though.

It was the fact he was holding his stomach, which was all bloody.