" Jesus Creek you dont have any mercy on me! " the young teen exclaimed into the x-box 360 headset, he has jet black hair and dark brown eyes, and he wore a old lakers t-shirt and sweat pants, he wasent a behaving kind of teen, he was one of those teens who stayed up all night playing video games on his x-box, he mostly dident cae for the sirens and the car chases that took place right outside his door, he was okaying one of his favorite games, " Left 4 Dead 2 ", the company who made it was Valve, they have some good games, but he dident own them all, he only owned that one game, and he enjoyed playing it, until a young man named.
Kevin Coldcreek came online and whooped him on every game of versus, Kevin wasent a teen to be messed with, he stood 6"4 at 15 and dident know his strength, he has a obsession with guns and anything ot do with guns, but he mostly talks all day with his girlfriend, or what normal men would say, " the owner of your life, money, aand car ", thats what any married man would say, well, some married men, anyway, the young man playing his x-box at 2 o'clock in the morning has a habbit of staying up late, his bed was a small one so it hurt his back to lay on it, the springs were way to strong, and his feet hung off the bed, the young man playing his x-box wasent a hulking teenager at all, he stood at 5"8 and weighed around 199 lbs, he wasent a spoiled child, but he would except any good thing that is offerd the first time its mentioned,he wasent at all very muscular unlike his online friend that went to the same school he did.
He played for a couple more hours before calling quits and hitting the hey, he got 4 hours of sleep, until his alarm blared in his ear, almost deffining him, that anoyying, " BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP " rang through his head, the bags under his eyes were incredibly visable, he stood in the same clothes he wore while playing online, and he put sandles on and grabbed a sandwich from the fridge, he nibbled on it little bt little as he exited the house, his father was at work and his mother was atending to pateints at the hospital, he sighed as he picked up a butterfly knife his father dropped, his father worked at the police station and he had habbbits of dropping things, the young man shrugged and slid the knife in his pocket and walked to school, when he enterd the school, his teacher welcomed him, " Ah, good morning, how was the game last night? " the teacher asked with humor, " eh, Creek whooped my a- I mean he beat me " he said correcting himself before saying ass, he took his seat in the middle row, and pulled out a book and read it, he then looked up in no surprize as a giant hulking teenager came sprinting in, breathing like he just ran a marathon, " You decided to show? " the teacher asked the bulk of a teenager, " Yep " he replied, that ofcourse was Kevin Coldcreek, the boy they all call Creek for short, stumbled to his chair in the far left corner of the classroom, " okay, time for atendance, Johnathon Moor? " the teacher announced.
" Here " said the young boy with dark jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and wore a old lakers t-shirt and sweat pants he wore the other day raised his hand, making himself present.
Ok this is not my story its my boyfriend's story. I only offered to edit it and he said yes. All credit goes to him. I hope you like it.