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I know nothing about football so bear with my randomness. I'm also way to lazy to do reasearch on something that bores me anyway. I find it dangerous and unnessarilly mean. Pic of Braddamien

"I swear this is not over!!!"

Daszi helps me up. Coach yells at us to get in formation. Yes we're bad boys who play football. Duh isn't it obvious except Kyane. His mama says he's too skinny to playing a sport that leaves him with broken bones.

Besides Kyane doesn't like to  play football he's into soccer.

Don't tell his mama. She won't even let him learn karate, doesn't stop his dad from teaching him. What she doesn't know can't kill her. For now.

Kyane is watching us practice from the bleachers, if you call glancing up from his phone.

"Hut, hut,some crap!"

I'm running I got the ball and boom. I'm on the ground spitting out grass I look up.

Brad smirks," You felt like grazing today?"

" No, but I feel like kicking your ass." Braddameon scrunches up his nose into confusion.

Tired of the bull he was pulling all day. I take him by surprise. His ass is on the ground fist are flying.

Brad pushes me off of him. I feel myself go straight back on him, throwing some pretty damn good licks but I ain't backing down.

The thing about having older brothers they won't let you back down.

The position is reversed Brad is on top of me punching me. I take them and give them just as equally.

We're about to leave this bitch looking like scar face that's for sure. This is actually me and Brad's first physical fight that I can remember.

Even so it's not my first fight not even my 10th. If I'm in a fight you're damn sure I ain't leaving with scars alone.

Daszi tries pulling Brad off, but Brad's homie stops him. Which got Daszi all fucked up.

" Hell, who said Daszi Muktar was okay to touch? " Next thing I know they're fighting.

Kyane finally looks up from his phone to see people trying to drag us apart. Putting his phone in his pocket he curses in korean. Running to stop us. Before he can get Daszi off Brad's bitch some guy pushes him. Like he gots some beef.

The thing is Kyane looks like he got a model's body. But shit he also got hands of a boxer. I know we had rounds once.

The guys stop trying to stop us instead were placing bets on who was going to win. I didn't care because me and Brad were to busy whipping each others asses.

Everything was such a mess I couldn't see what was happening.

Until coach blew the whistle.

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" Do y'all know the consequences of your actions today!!!"

Damn coach say it don't spread it.

" You do know y'all aint playing for the rest of this season." Oh wow the rest of the season? When it just started?!

" Oh come on coach." Brad moans, is he serious he's complaining when he started it?!

" Hush up!"

Brad falls quickly silent," Yes sir." I can feel the smirk following a bit of laughter escape me.

" What's that Davy?!"

Lin," Nothing sir."

Coach has us standing in his office as he points at Kyane." And YOU!"

I can feel Kyane tense up, "Yes sir?"

Coach Syndney crosses his huge biceps as arms," Aint even part of my team, boy do you play sports?"

Kyane says in his deep voice," Soccer sir."

Coach gives him an once over," Have you ever considered football? From what I can tell you have the hands to be a throw?"

Kyane smiles, " Sir I have a mama."

Coach rolls his eyes, his southern accent sticking out. "We'll never mind than, dealt with one of those worst experience of my life."

After standing there awkwardly the six of us students wondering if we could leave yet.

Coach uncrosses his legs for hands, " Now git!"

Brad and his crew begin to leave first. When coach calls out," Wait!"

We all turn around in unison. " You!" He points at Kyane.

"Yes sir?"

" Are banned from ever watching pratices on my field, you got that?"

I want to tell Coach that Kyane never watches them anyway.

Kyane nods," Now gt before I call the principal on y'all asses."

While we get changed I feel the glares of Brad. So what bitch you don't like that scar brow? Guess what I don't like this scar above my lip.

As enemies we got exactly one thing in common at this moment matching black eyes.

Me and Daszi meet up with Kyane. While we walk I talk about what's been on my mind.

" Y'alls my bestfriends right?"

Daszi gives me a disgusted look. " Who the hell were those people who got in fight for you? I wonder was it Santa and the Easter bunny?"

Santa doesn't come until Christmas, idiot.

" I get it. Y'all my ride ann die, yeah?" Kyane nods his head while scrolling through his phone.

" You guys will be like my get away driver and my right hand man in a robbery right?" I need to know.

Daszi opens the door, " What's with these questions man. Well yeah as bestfriends it's kinda our duty."

Kyane shrugs brushing back his hair. " As long as we aren't doing anything illegal I'm there for you."

"Good cause we're going to do a little breaking an entering"

Daszi gets in the driver seat of his car. " Yeah lets get it!"

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LoL I accidentally wrote bathe instead of breathe. Anyway like I said I don't know smack crap about football besides what I consider as the basics. So hope that football scene wasn't so boring.