Featuring: PR0TAGON1ST, SeeD419, and CNTQwerty; a tale of love and betrayal

Cars honked their horns noisily in the crowded street. A lone bird flew slightly above the artificial trees; trying to find a suitable area for it's nest. A small group of faggy-ass children walked to their slum school to get molested by the older, less-wise, negros. As Jimmy rode his sexy blue bike to that very same slum school, he knew that all was well. The sun did not shine, but at the same time it did not matter. The air was still of a perfect humidity.

Today was going to be a great day. He just knew it. Not only was it Friday, but he was going to meet his crush Noel by her locker after third period. It had been what he was waiting for all his life. She rung his bell, man. She rung his bell. Ding a Ling!

As he neared the parking lot of the highschool, Jimmy made sure to try and conceal himself behind the traffic. He didn't want to be seen on this bike. It might get stolen since it was too sexy for even himself. You see, Jimmy wasn't too popular with the crowd. He was often called a 'loser' and was pushed around by the hooligans on the football team. They ruffled his feathers quite a bit.

He was almost there; the railing was in sight. As he reached into his pocket to pull out his lock, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Fearing the worst, he jerked his head to the side just in time to see a pair of hands placing themselves on his side. Suddenly, pressure was applied to the hands. Jimmy fell off his bike and watched in horror as it crashed to the ground.

Things seemed to be moving in slow motion. A single speck of paint glided through the air over to Jimmy and rested contemptibly on his shoe. His eyes darted up to where the bike had fallen over. Scanning the length of it, he could see no damage; but he knew it was there. A pair of Nikes obscured his vision and interrupted his inspection.

Staring intently as the sidewalk that lay before him, Jimmy wondered what he should do about the situation at hand. He already was aware of who pushed him. He had seen those same pair of Nikes before. They were stained with an amount of mud that only a true athlete could muster. He had seen those shoes far too many times. It was almost a daily occurrence, actually. These Nikes belonged to no other than Blake.

Blake; or SeeD as others called him, was the 4th string quarterback on the school's football team 'The Mudcats'. He was known mostly for his only time on the field ever. It was the fourth quarter and the score was 21-23 Mudcats. They were at the 10 yard line and ready to score again. With only a minute and 47 seconds on the clock, this would secure the team's fate. After a brief huddle, Blake took up his position and readied his hands for the ball.

With a quick "Hike!" the football was in his hands. For a moment, life seemed to pause before his very eyes. Everything was going perfect. He sought out an open receiver, stepped back, and was sacked. About two hundred pounds of left tackle slammed into his back. Blake watched in horror as the football flew out of his reach and into the hands of the opposing team. The Mudcats lost that game, and Blake never touched a football since.

As Jimmy snapped out of the dream-like trance, he noticed that there were two people in front of him talking. One was obviously still Blake. It didn't take long at all for him to recognize the second voice. Eyes widening, Jimmy looked up. Standing in front of him was the love of his life. The love that he had not even spoke a single sentence to. It was her. Noel. She returned his gaze and smiled softly at him. Jimmy felt funny inside as well as out. Noel looked at him with a mixture of disgust and amusement. Looking down, he could see why. With all of the excitement, he had popped a boner.