September 12, 2009
"Are you gonna play on the freshman team this week?" Brandon Striker asked me.
Me and Brandon Striker were in his driveway shooting some hoops, just for fun.
"I hope." I said, I liked being on junior varsity and playing for varsity, but I loved playing quarterback.
"I hope so. I'm not so sure about Cole Samples." Brandon Striker said.
"I think he just doesn't have chemistry with anyone." I said, from what I saw of Cole Samples I liked.
"Yeah, I guess." Brandon Striker said seeing my point.
Then I got an idea.
"Why don't we hang out with him? To build the chemistry." I said.
"Sounds great." Brandon Striker replied.
"I'll get the guys together." I said pulling out my phone.
Me and Brandon met up with Jimmy King, Johnny Patterson, and Cole Samples at the stadium.
"Hey guys, thanks for coming." I said seeing everyone was there.
"What's this about?" Cole Samples asked, obviously confused.
"We're gonna scrimmage." Brandon said.
"But there's only five of us." Cole Samples retorted.
"Two on two, with you being all time quarterback." I said, explaining the rules to him.
"Okay, teams?" Cole Samples asked.
"Me and Jimmy, Brandon and Johnny." I said, giving each team someone who played receiver and someone who played running back.
Jimmy King played tight end for the freshman team.
We scrimmaged and fooled around and had fun for about two and a half hours, before we decided it was too dark.
"That was really fun guys." Cole Samples aid, he was obviously having fun and he was actually a really cool guy.
"Told you." Brandon Striker said.
We all were walking home together and started talking.
"Does anyone have their phone, so we can get a ride?" I asked, I had left mine at home so I didn't break it.
"Nope." Was the general consensus.
We continued the walk, and had to walk a lot more.
Until I saw a car, the driver looked at me and I knew who it was.
It was the dude who yelled at me after the football game.
He stopped the car and pulled out a gun.
"Get in the F***ing car!" He yelled at us.
He had a friend, also equipped with a gun in the passenger seat, so we had to all squeeze into the backseat.
"Let's see if we can get Riley to give us the money." He smiled, as he said to his friend in the passenger seat.
"Just-" I protested, before he cut me off.
"Shut the f*** up!" He yelled.
'S***' I thought to myself.
How were we going to get out of this?