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Post by Caesar » 16 Jul 2019, 07:43

Not going to lie... it took me until that update right there to realize that dirty nigga James plugging his homie bih.

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 12:50

djp73 wrote:
16 Jul 2019, 01:24
Receivers man... :roll:
Captain Canada wrote:
16 Jul 2019, 02:42
You never force a ball to a receiver who's name isn't Randy, Calvin, or DeAndre.
James was trying to get that PI smh

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 12:50

Caesar wrote:
16 Jul 2019, 07:43
Not going to lie... it took me until that update right there to realize that dirty nigga James plugging his homie bih.
Tiffany for the crew, brudda.

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 14:21

"James! James! Where the fuck is Jackson?!"

Coach Collins was steaming as the offense once again jogged off the field. He had finished laying it into Chase and was now shifting his focus elsewhere. Given that it was third and twelve, James had already made his way to one of the benches, taking a seat as he awaited for the offense to join him.

"I think the big guy is looking for you," coach Butler told James through his headset, "Incoming."

"Get your arm ready," coach Collins spat at him before looking over to Brian, "You too, kid."

The freshman frantically went to pick up a ball before turning around and realizing he had no one to throw it to as Chase had just taken a seat and none of the receivers were volunteering either. James let out a small chuckle before standing up and walking to the young freshman.

"Let's get it," he put his arms around him and walked with him to a less crowded area, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to not let you get out there and get destroyed."

....

"Despite having the 6-0 lead, it looks like Poly is making a switch here in the third quarter at quarterback and going with James Jackson, the senior that started the first three games of the season, going 2-1."

"If you're coach Collins, you feel good about next year with Chase Grey who we saw play in the first half today and the first two drives of the third quarter. Big, strong kid and he's going to get better but I agree with going back to Jackson."

"Grey, if his night is truly over, went 5 of 12 for 57 yards and that interception."

"He's having a better day than Campbell-Caldwell on the other sideline, has he completed a pass yet?"

"He has not. A great display from that Poly secondary who we know about coming into this game."

"They go empty on the first play of the game for the faster Jackson and he drops back, looks right, fires right and it's a completion to Cam Landing who is brought down at the 40-yard line for a first down on the 15-yard pass."

....

"Jackson pressured out of the pocket and dumps it off to Fuller who makes a man miss, another man and wiggles his way pass the 50-yard mark for another first down as Poly goes tempo."


....

"Jackson plants, fires...and it's interc....he dropped it! Nick Haubel jumped that pass to Tyler Baker and he had nothing but six in front of him!"

....

"They go back to the passing game and Jackson finds Austin White who bulldozes over Haubel, a tough pair of downs for the senior linebacker here as his teammate help bring down White after a gain of 17-yards."

....

"Jackson pump fakes, looks, scrambles and heaves it down the field and he's got Baker open! Touchdown! Touchdown!"

....

"Jackson rolls to his right, looks to his left and it's a throwback pass to Fuller whose got blockers and plenty of room! He's at the 49....50....40....30....25...20.....10...5...touchdown!"

....

"Jackson keeps it himself this time and gets to the outside, spin backs inside, stiff arm and he's going to walk into the endzone standing up!"
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Post by djp73 » 16 Jul 2019, 15:01

Jackson got "it"
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Post by Captain Canada » 16 Jul 2019, 15:49

Glad to have caught up, good shit. Tiffany something else, huh

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 17:07

"We just got here," James groaned as he held her hair up and moved his face away from the toilet, "Are you done?"

The sound of the toilet flushing pleased James as he rubbed Beck's back and could now finally face her. With a simple wipe of the face with a towel, she was almost good as news. James looked at the time on his phone.

"We can cut our losses now," James suggested.

"Let's power through," she said with a half-hearted fist pump.

They exited the bathroom and were greeted by the throbbing sound of techno music and a few stares. They had disappeared into the bathroom for the last fifteen minutes and the groaning noises that followed probably had led the spectators minds to wander elsewhere. James towered over the crowd as he scanned the room looking for some familiar faces before he finally landing on one too many.

"Look who I ran into," Iman said with a small laugh as he put his arm around the rotund girl that was standing next to him.

"Hey, stranger."

"I'm drawing a blank," James tapped his finger against his temple, "I'm just kidding. Never figured you'd be down here with us common folks."

"Who is common folks?" Beck ribbed James.

"You're just an enemy of the female species," Lexi joked, "Hey, I'm Lexi."

"Beck," she forced a smile, "Friend of the boys?"

"Friend is a strong word," she tilted her head, "I ran into them a few weeks ago at a party and they were like the ones there with their heads not stuck up their ass. At least Iman was."

"That sounds about right," Beck rubbed her temple with her right index and middle finger.

"Want me to get you some water?" James asked to which Beck nodded, "Anybody else want anything?"

"Whatever you guys are drinking," Lexi replied.

"I'll come with," Iman said, drawing a death glare from James.

"What the fuck are you doing?" James asked Iman as soon as they were far enough from the girls.

"What?"

"First I see you talking to that girl," James said as he looked back and shot Beck a smile, "Now you leave her alone with Beck?"

"What's the big deal?"

"I'm the dumb one," James slapped Iman on the back of the head, "Don't go dumb on me now, you know what I'm talking about. Fuck."

"She's not going to say anything," Iman shrugged, "I doubt she's going broadcasting that she got tossed."

"I'm sure she'd told no one that her fat ass was able to bag two football players," James pushed his way towards the front of the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle.

"She has plenty of reasons to not want to tell Beck what happened," Iman said, stopping in his tracks, "Wait, we haven't gotten Lexi her drink."

"We need to ditch her," James explained.

"She didn't just run into us," Iman sighed, "You really think she came all the way down from the hills to his random ass party and happened to run into us?"

James hadn't put two and two together before but it was now making sense, "You invited her?"

"Yeah," Iman said sheepishly.

"I didn't know you guys were talking," James changed his tone, a bit embarrassed by his previous statement.

"Jessica tagged me in a picture from that night and she followed me on the Gram," Iman grabbed a nearby cup, checking it was cleaned before wiping the rim with the edge of his shirt, "We just started talking after that and I don't know."

"She's pretty funny," James quipped, swaying his head from side to side as he tried to think of another nice thing to say.

"Shut up," Iman said with a laugh as he poured out the nearby Bacardi into the cup, diluting it with some flat Coke, "You know exactly why my ass is still talking to her, don't you front."

"It was pretty fire," James laughed, putting his arm around his friend as they made their way back to the two girls.

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 17:58

"You're going to mess it up," Vanessa scoffed as she pushed James out of the way and grabbed the set of matches, "You have to cover it up right away."

"You're going to mess it up," James mimicked her with a nasally voice accent as he watched Vanessa light the three matches and instantly throw them into the glass bottle and cover it up with the egg, "I was going to do that."

They all watched as the hard-boiled eggs got suck into the bottle through the opening it was once covering.

"That's pretty sick," commented Cam, who was recording the whole ordeal.

"Good job," Dr. Gotti smiled as he walked past their lab station and made his way towards the other groups.

"You actually learned something today," Vanessa told James and Cam, "Now, go bash your brains against each other tonight and lose all of it!"

"You're not that much smarter than me," James took a bite of his granola bar, "In fact, I think we're just as smart."

"You don't even believe that."

"What's a cover three defense?" James asked her, getting comically close to her face.

"Three deep shell," she quickly replied, "You threw right into an interception against a cover three against Mission."

"Got him!" Cam exclaimed, drawing looks from the rest of the groups.

"Relax," James gently pushed her away, "I did not throw into that interception. Reggie was supposed to sit but he kept going up the seam and I didn't want to take the sack. If your brother and this man right here did their job better that play, I would have had time to let Cam -- the actual good one -- run across the field into that opening."

"You read too slow," she kept at him, "Both like reading-reading and reading the defense. You wait for guys to get open before you make a throw. You can throw the ball before Cam is open, you know?"

"She's killing your ass," Cam was very eager to throw his two cents in.

"You're my right tackle," James punched Cam, " Protect me, bitch."

"Attention, all students. May all varsity football players report to the auditorium. May all varsity football players report to the auditorium."

James and Cam looked at each other with a puzzled face. They would typically get called down during last period to start getting ready but this was a home game and second period was only halfway through.

"Away go our gladiators," Vanessa with more than just a hint of gladiators as James, Cam and T.J. -- a sophomore linebacker -- grabbed their bags.

....

"Who else left us?" joked Jose as the auditorium slowly filled out.

"Iman's here and I saw Tyler," Gordon added, "I think we're good, then."

"What about me?" James teased, "You don't think teams are knocking down my door trying to snag my ass?"

"As a running back," Gordon replied, undoubtedly still rejoicing how often he intercepted James during yesterday's walk-thru practice.

James dapped Iman up who was seating in the row in front of him as he took a seat himself. He found himself sandwiched between Jose and Cam, two guys that tipped over the 300-pound scale.

"Quiet down!" yelled coach London as coach Butler took the podium.

"Morning," coach Butler cleared his throat, "I just got back from the hospital where coach Collins is now in a stable condition."

"What?!"

"He suffered a heart attack late last night after practice"

James examined coach Butler's face and the rest of the coaching staff who all had stoic faces. While coach Collins was the second oldest-coach on the staff outside of coach Wiley Sr., he was still in his late 40s and outside of a few extra pounds, he appeared to be in good-shape.

"He's not speaking yet," coach Butler continued, "But all signs are pointing to a full recovery, it wasn't a major one. I just got off the phone with the folks at Woodrow and some people at CIF. Since we already had our bye week, we can't push the game onto another week but we can play it perhaps on Monday or Tuesday this week. Woodrow has agreed and CI...."

"Let's play," James said from his seat, not bothering to stand up.

"What was that?"

"He said let's play," Iman stood up, "That's what coach would want, that what we want."

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 18:31

"Devin Butler is on double-duty tonight as the Jackrabbit offense takes the field for the first time tonight."

"For a while, it looked like they weren't going to play today after the news of their head coach Charles Collins suffering a heart attack last night."

"Prayers to the Collins family and to this team playing with what I'm sure is a heavy heart."

....

"White is pushed out of bounds at the 44-yard line but gets enough for the first down on the first play of the game."

....

"Jackson tumbles forward for a gain of six."

....

"Another gain of six here as Fuller drives the pile, gets the first."

....

"Jackson loves that deep out and it's to Cam Landing, the junior who is turning into a favorite of Jackson over the last few games. Gain of 15 here."

....

"Jackson keeps it...cuts inside...dives for the endzone and he's got it!"

....

"Jackson rolls out and it's an easy, wide open touchdown to Austin White at the goalline!"

....

"The pressure gets there but Jackson slips out, pump fakes, circles back, pump fakes and he's going to take off! He makes a man miss...another man...goes outside...back inside...and he's going to get a block here folks and he's in!"

....

"Fuller takes the handoff and strolls into the endzone as this is turning into a good old fashioned whooping!"

....

"Dominguez on the sweep and he's throwing it! Throws it back to Jackson who cocks back and throws it back to Dominguez whose got blockers! He's at the 40....the 35...the 20...and he's got a touchdown!"

....

"Jackson putting on a clinic as he fires that deep-out to Landing!"

....

"Jackson looks, throws, touchdown!"

....

"Jackson keeps it from the 35 and he's going to get to the outside! Look at him go!"

....

"You're done for the night," coach Butler tapped James on the helmet as he came off the field, "What do you say, let Brian dip his toes in the water?"

"Let him swim coach," James smiled as he took his helmet off, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Did you hear the announcer?" Austin grabbed James by the outside of his shoulder pads, "641! 640-fucking-one bro!"

"How many touchies?" Iman greeted them on the bench. Coach Marcus had ended his night at halftime.

"Five," James laughed as they shared a handshake, "I could have gotten ten if they let me out there, big dog."

"Save some of those T's for next week," Iman pointed towards the bleachers, "The scouts ain't here yet but they will be soon."

"I saw one," Austin mentioned, "I didn't get a good look at him, though."

....

"Jason?"

Iman turned around to face the middle-aged gentleman with a visor and shook his head, "He doesn't play here anymore."

It was a common mistake given that he was now wearing Jason's old number and they had similar builds.

"Excuse me?" the gentleman kept following Iman and James as they were exciting the clubhouse that was adjacent to the football field they had just scored 56-unanswered points on, "Number 7."

It was James' turn to turn around now as he sized the guy, "Yeah?"

"Kalen," he extended out his arm, "Kalen DeBoer, Fresno State."

"You're their new OC," Iman nodded as the gentleman shook his hand as well.

"Coach Tedford sends his regard," coach DeBoer laughed, "We get it, you're off the market, you've closed it down. Good luck at Arizona but before that, tell me about your quarterback you got here."

"This guy?" Iman said with a slight scoff as he pointed towards James who had been silent during the whole encounter, "He just lit it up, I'm sure you saw."

"You're not just legs," coach DeBoer nodded, "I was told differently."

"Thanks, sir."

"I liked what I saw out there," he pulled out a business card and gave one to both of them, drawing a laugh from Iman.

"Y'all don't give up," Iman shook his head.

"Not until you sign that letter," he laughed, "Mom will be able to go to the games but not show up at your door unnannounced."

"It's James," James interjected.

"I'm sorry?"

"You called me Jason before," James cleared his throat, "It's James, James Jackson."

"Well, alright, James Jackson. You'll be hearing from me, stay healthy."
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Post by djp73 » 16 Jul 2019, 18:38

Assuming this is set in 2018?
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Post by Captain Canada » 16 Jul 2019, 19:04

Air Raid :dunkface:

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Post by Soapy » 16 Jul 2019, 19:09

djp73 wrote:
16 Jul 2019, 18:38
Assuming this is set in 2018?
2017.
Captain Canada wrote:
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Air Raid :dunkface:
relax. more than legs.
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Post by djp73 » 16 Jul 2019, 19:13

:gojames:

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Post by Soapy » 17 Jul 2019, 00:57

"It was just a few words."

"It's a big deal," Beck punched James in the arm, "When were you going to tell me?"

"It was more than just a few," Iman pilled on, "The man was fawning over this guy, said he wasn't just a pretty face but also had personality."

"He hasn't even spoken to me since," James shrugged, "It can't be that big of a deal and it's almost been a week."

The conversation died down as they got closer to the room. It was easy to tell which room they were headed to as a group of people were huddled outside of it, many of them familiar faces.

"Coach," James said as he gave coach Marcus a hug, "I've been missing you, man."

"Sure you do," coach Marcus said as he pulled away from James and gave him a fake smile, "You sure as hell ain't missing that end-zone."

James simply smiled back before he continued to greet the rest of the ensemble. Coach Collins had been in the hospital for a week now, as they wanted to keep him and run a few tests. A few of the seniors had slowly started trickling in to visit coach Collins with Iman and James taking the opportunity to do so after Thursday's walk-thru practice. Coach Collins had coached Beck older brothers as well and was a family friend, graduating in the same class as her father.

"I heard you scored five touchdowns," coach Collins sat up once he saw the trio walk through the door, flowers in hand, "You're getting soft, bringing me gifts and shit."

"She insisted," James pointed towards Beck who was the first to go over and hug him. He looked spry and young, nothing like James imagined outside of the tubes that led from his arm.

James and Iman sort of hovered around, unsure how to greet their head coach. Instead, James wandered around the room, eventually making his way to the window and looking out of it onto the parking lot.

"Fresno State, huh?" coach Collins cleared his throat.

"Did everyone get the news?" James joked, looking towards Iman, "The man barely spoke to me and gave me his card. What am I going to do, call him?"

"Put your highlight tape together," coach Collins explained, "You go out, you ball for the next few games, put something on film, more on tape and then you call him. He'll probably be calling you by then."

....

"Jackson hands it off to Fuller whose going to find enough wiggle room to squeeze into the endzone for the touchdown!"

....

"Baker brings it down and he's got the touchdown!"

....

"Jackson rolls left, looks back to his right and he's got a wide open Austin White! White at the 30....20....10..5...touchdown! Poly continues their rout of Cabrillo with the 42-0 lead before the half!"

....

"The Poly offense continues to click here as Jackson strolls into the end zone to make it 35-10 here against Compton High!"

....

"Jackson breaks one off here and it's a footrace! He's not being tracked down folks and there you have it, a seventy-yard touchdown for Jackson as Poly hangs 52 points on Tarbabes of Compton High!"

....

"Jackson is sac....no, he escapes! He runs right and he's going to throw a prayer down the field and it's caught! It's caught! Baker is still on his feet....the 30...the 20...the 10..oh my...touchdown! Jackson somehow gets out of it and Baker somehow brings it down for their third touchdown connection of the first half here against Jordan!"

.....

"Jackson and freshman quarterback Brian McCarthy are both in the backfield, some sort of trick play here and when you're up 62-0 in the third quarter, why not?"

"Empty out your bag of tricks."

"Jackson motions out to receiver and he's going to motion back in and the ball is snapped and it's a sweep to Jackson. He stops...looks....he's got McCarthy and he's got space! McCarthy's got some wheels folks! McCarthy across the fifty....the forty....the thirty......the twenty.....the ten...the five...another touchdown!"

....

"The whistle blows to end this bloodbath as Poly continues their dominance with an 81-0 win over Jordan, the largest margin of victory in the coach Collins' era and they do it without their head coach who is still recovering from health issues."
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Post by djp73 » 17 Jul 2019, 01:18

James Rollin em up :yup: :yep:

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Post by Soapy » 17 Jul 2019, 03:03

"This is going pretty well," coach Butler shrugged as he took a sip from his cup, making a face as it went down his throat.

"Come on," James rolled his eyes as he leaned up against the counter, observing as the conversation between the two men in front of him continued.

"We really like what he can bring to our team," coach Carlton looked over at James who had made his way back into coach Butler's living room, taking a seat next to his dad, "We'd love for him come up for a visit."

Tim simply nodded his head before he got distracted by the television again. Coach Butler stepped in, engaging with some small talk with a fellow play caller although the majority of their conversation was about the travel, recruiting and social media usage among players. Similar to his father, he would weave in and out of the conversation.

"I better get going," coach Carlton got up and got to shaking hands, "I hope you gentlemen have a fine night and James, looking forward to seeing you play tomorrow night. You're a heck of a watch from the stands."

"Thanks," James shook his hand before he watched as coach Butler escorted him out.

"I've never heard of Azura," Tim cleaned his teeth, "What conference they play, the Pac-Zero?"

"It's Azusa," coach Butler corrected, "They're division two, about an hour from here."

"That's it?" Tim asked as he got up, "Am I free to go now?"

"Tomorrow is senior night," coach Butler let out a deep sigh, "Your son's senior night."

"What's that?"

"Last home game as a senior," coach Butler explained.

"They got football in Azusa and they got senior nights," Tim laughed, "I learn something new from you every time, Devin."

"The parents typically walk the seniors out," coach Butler tried to make eye contact with James but the senior's eyes were evasive, "We ask that the parents show up about an hour before kickoff, it's at Veterans Stadium, like always. Flowers are encouraged"

"I see," Tim rubbed his beard, "Mind if I take one from the road?"

Without waiting for an answer, Tim helped himself to the kitchen and grabbed another beer, his fifth of the night.

"You'll be there?" coach Butler asked as Tim had started to head towards the door.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

....

"Number one, corner back and running back, Iman Fuller."

He kept looking back at the stands and the small gate that separated the bleachers from the field. It was the only entry point for someone from the stands would be able to make their way onto the field.

"Number six, safety, Gordon Parker."

In the movies, this would be where that red pickup truck would come screeching across the parking lot, tail-whipping before an out-breath man ran onto the field with flowers in hands.

"Number seven, quarterback, James Jackson."

The fans erupted into cheers as James flashed a smile. He looked back at the gate one more time for good measure. This wasn't the movies. James took a step forward before he saw coach Butler jogging from the sideline and towards him. Iman also left his mom and dad, handing them the flowers back before walking towards James as well. Gordon did the same. And then Cam. And then Austin. Soon, nearly the entire team made the 10-yard walk across the laid out red carpet.

"You're never alone, son. Not as long as I'm breathing."

....

"A standing ovation here for the Long Beach offense as they take the field for the first time tonight, the last night these seniors will play in front of that crowd."

"They're a Cinderella story. They lose so much firepower to graduation, lose even more to transfers and return just one starter in Reginald Dominguez at slot. James Jackson, who was an unknown just two months ago, is arguably the hottest quarterback in the state right now."

"Speaking of Jackson, he lines up under center, White at fullback with Fuller at running back. We don't see a lot of this from Poly. Referee blows the whistle and we're off. Jackson gets the snaps, fakes the hand-off to Fuller and takes a deep drop back...looks...looks....let's it go and Baker has it! He's not going to be caught and look at that blazing speed! Eighty-yards on the first play from scrimmage! Buckle up, Lakewood!"

....

"Jackson on the quick out to Landing, breaks a tackle, gets to the outside and he's going to waltz into the endzone!"

.....

"Jackson on the sprint out to his right and he's got Landing wide open once again! He's got it and another walk-in touchdown for the junior!"

....

"Jackson evades the sack, runs to his left....back to his right....steps up, dumps it off to Fuller out in the flats who makes a defender miss, cuts inside and he's going across the field and picking up steam and picking up blockers! He gets to the outside and he's going to sprint into the endzone!"

....

"Jackson losing ground here as he keeps back pedaling away from the rush, slips out of the sack and he's going to find Baker wide open in the endzone!"

....

"Jackson play fake, pumps...looks left...looks right...back to his left and he's got White in the back of the line for a touchdown!"

.....

"And with that touchdown, likely his last play of the night, Jackson has his sixth touchdown of the night."

"Talk about leaving on a mark. Five incompletions, six touchdowns, 302 yards, averaged almost 22 yards per completion, just big play after big play for the senior."

"If this 64-0 score holds, Long Beach would have outscored it's Moore League opponents 335-10 led by the dominant Jackson."

"He's fun to watch, Chris. I call him 'Jimmy Touchdown', he's got the goods. We had questions about his arm and when you talk to people around the program, around the school, this wasn't expected. People almost folded their tents when Jackson was announced the starter, benched after the loss to Mission before getting his spot back."

"Think we see Jimmy Touchdown on Saturday's?"

"I hope so."
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Post by Captain Canada » 17 Jul 2019, 03:41

Touchdown Jimmy. I can fuck with that.
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Post by djp73 » 17 Jul 2019, 09:12

James or Jason?

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Post by Soapy » 17 Jul 2019, 13:14

Captain Canada wrote:
17 Jul 2019, 03:41
Touchdown Jimmy. I can fuck with that.
bleeed em
djp73 wrote:
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James or Jason?
James. typo.

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Post by Soapy » 17 Jul 2019, 15:07

"Don't forget the cheese!"

James' facial expressions did not change as Beck had to lean up against him to stop herself from falling down as she was laughing so damn hard. He had heard the phrase a few times tonight and had figured out that it was being said sarcastically but he still very much felt on the outside of an inside joke.

"Keith," Beck placed her hand on James' chest, "This is James. James, you know, this is Keith."

"What's good, bro?" Keith shook James hand and tried to finish the handshake off with a hug but James kept him at distance with his left arm.

"Just hanging," James forced a smile.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Keith pointed at James' black shirt.

"Jimmy Neutron," Beck said with a sarcastic tone, "He's still in high school so he's too cool to play dress up."

"Enjoy it," Keith shook his head, "I know it doesn't look it but this college shit is not worth it. Classes and lectures and tutoring and...."

"Thanks for explaining college to me," James interjected.

"I'll see you around," Keith's face quickly changed, "Beck, you're still down for tomorrow morning right?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Beck patted him on the shoulder before taking a look inside James' cup, "Drink up, I'm lapping you!"

"I'm fine," James shot back, taking a sip of his drink, "I'd prefer to not have Iman blow my head off for crashing his car tonight."

"Tonight?" Beck looked up at James with puppy eyes, "I thought you were staying the night."

"Sounded like you had plans," James shrugged.

"Which plans?"

James simply scoffed before taking another swig at his cup and throwing it on the ground, not bothering to look for the nearest trash can.

"You're being weird," Beck commented as she followed him to a more secluded area of the house, "You've been a dick to like all of my friends and just an ass overall tonight."

"I've been the same I'm always am," James replied, "Maybe that's weird to you now and I don't think you're allowed to be the judge on weird. Don't forget the cheese is not that fucking funny."

"What?" Beck shook her head from side to side, "It would be funny if you were here and knew that Tr....."

"But I'm not!" James shouted, loud enough to get a few looks, "I'm not fucking here, Beck."

"Calm down," Beck took a step back.

"And all of your friends? They all happen to have dicks."

"That's not true," she scoffed, "Amy, Chloe, Allis...."

"That's not the fucking point!"

"You're right," Beck folded her arms, "Because it doesn't matter if my friends have dicks because you sure as shit don't get to throw that shit at my face."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on," Beck rolled her eyes, "You know what I'm talking about. You've been running around since we've been together and let's be honest, are we even really together?"

"You're deflecting," James waved her off.

"I'm not, I own up to my shit. You want to know who I've fucked since I've been here?"

"Get the fuck out my face," James groaned as he pushed her away.

"Stephen, Austin, Johnathan and honestly, I've been thinking about Keith. He sort of hooked up with Allison but I don't think she would car...."

Before she could finish her sentence, James had his hands around her throat. She flailed at him, landing a few shots but he continued to drive her into the wall until there was a bit thud, drawing attention from the crowd.

"Hey!" yelled one the nearby girls as she dug her nail into James' back and tried to rip him off her but he remained steady. She hit him in the head with her cup, causing him to turn around and with his unoccupied left hand, he struck her in the face and sent her tumbling back.

A larger crowd gathered, this time with a few males who started to charge at James. He threw Beck into a corner as she held her neck, trying to catch her breath. He got into a quasi-boxing stance, launching a jab at the first guy but he missed. He didn't bother doubling back and aimed for the next guy, striking him in the face with a punch. He threw a few more punches but he was eventually swarmed and they managed to get a hold of his arms as they pinned him against the same wall Beck was up against.

The struggle continued for a few more seconds before he ran out of energy and stopped fighting back. That's when the fight began. They all took turns delivering blows to James, both in the face and to the chest and stomach.

"Stop!" yelled Beck from the ground as a few girls had began surrounding her, including some of the ones James had met tonight.

"Throw his ass out," Keith commanded to the group of about half-a-dozen guys that were holding James down.
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