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  1. Harmon High was just like any high school really, you had your jocks, the nerds, the bullies, the average kids who just really minded their own business. Patrick wasn't a average kid, in fact for many people, he wasn't even a nice guy. Patrick, or Packie as many called him, was one of the meanest kids at Harmon. He was linebacker on the football team, and he used it to his advantage.

    He brushed his dirty, rusty brown hair out of his emerald green eyes as he sat in class, pretending to car about what his teacher said. He noticed a certain student of to his left, a classmate he had known since the 2nd grade. Packie smiled and loaded up a spitball and shot it right at his target, the spitball hitting the other student in the neck.
     
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  2. Harmon High was just like any high school really, you had your jocks, the nerds, the bullies, the average kids who just really minded their own business. Patrick wasn't a average kid, in fact for many people, he wasn't even a nice guy. Patrick, or Packie as many called him, was one of the meanest kids at Harmon. He was linebacker on the football team, and he used it to his advantage.

    He brushed his dirty, rusty brown hair out of his emerald green eyes as he sat in class, pretending to car about what his teacher said. He noticed a certain student of to his left, a classmate he had known since the 2nd grade. Packie smiled and loaded up a spitball and shot it right at his target, the spitball hitting the other student in the neck.
     
  3. It wasn't that Tate didn't enjoy school...he just-...no, he didn't enjoy school. His school was filled with a bunch of wannabes and dirtbags, who seemed to take pride in hurting other people. He happened to be one of those people. Usually the boy just kept to himself, he didn't want to get involved in their games, but they always found a way to drag him into stuff...to force him to do things he didn't want to, or to hurt him in any way possible. It wasn't fun, and it wasn't cool.

    He sat in class, scribbling in his notebook and looking out of the window when he felt something hit the back of his neck. Almost immediately his hand went there and he turned, Patrick... Of course... That guy didn't give up did he? Without making eye contact Tate turned back around and put his head down, he didn't want to get himself in trouble with that guy again. He been tormented since 2nd grade by him...and he still hadn't let up...but he was terrified of the other male, that was for sure... So he didn't do much about it...
     
  4. Packie frowned when all Tate did was put his head down, little bastard. Packie snorted loudly and went back to listing to the teacher, well, at least he tried to. He dozed off for what seemed like a few moments, before the sharp ring of the class bell woke him back up. He looked around and noticed everyone was leaving. He got to his feet and was about to leave, that is, until he saw Tate was still there, Packie smirked to himself and waltzed over to Tate, stopping in front of him.

    "Well well, look who we have here, It's Tatiana. How are you doing Terra?" He mocked, snatching up a notebook
     
  5. All Tate wanted was to get through class without any more problems, but it seemed to go on forever, and the longer it went on the more anxious he became. Once the bell went he'd grabbed his bag and started packing up, but it seemed that everyone else was just as eager as him to get out of here... Well...maybe not as eager...still, he was slow.

    When he heard Partrick's voice he froze, stopped putting stuff in his bag and turned around, reaching for his notebook. "H-Hey, give...it back..." He could make himself make eye contact with the other male, but he did really want his notebook back.
     
  6. "What's that? You want this notebook?" He mock asked. He held the notebook over Tate's head, but just outta his reach. "Now what shrimp?" He asked Tate, just as he was about to throw it out the window, he found it ripped from his hands by another. He whipped around and saw it was Derek, the Star quarterback and all around nice guy.

    "Quite fucking around Packie, we've got practice." Derek said, handing the notebook back to Tate and ushering Packie out of the room, leaving Tate by himself.
     
  7. Tate tried to reach for the notebook, but he couldn't quite grab it. He knew that Patrick would probably throw it out of the window or something, he kept looking between the window and the other male. "Please don't..." He mumbled, still trying to make a grab for his notebook. It was when he thought that it really was gone that someone stepped in.

    Derek...Tate smiled slightly and held the notebook close to his chest, eyes on the ground, "Thanks..." He mumbled, just as the two left the room. That was close...why did Patrick always have to pick on him? Sure...he might be an easy target but... It didn't matter. With a shake of his head, Tate put his notebook away, grabbed his bag and headed out of class.
     
  8. Shortly after practice, Packie sat at his locker, having jumped out of the shower, he was still relativity wet.

    He packed most of his things anf headed for his truck, before putting all his stuff in and turning on the motor, he setted off for home.
     
  9. (( Double Bump))
     
  10. ((I apologise, I've had a lot going on recently and couldn't get online much!))

    Tate had headed straight home after his classes had finished, he didn't live too far away and so he'd decided that walking was his best option today, he didn't really feel like getting a bus after all.
     
  11. Patrick focused on the road the best he could, it was hard doing, espically as he drinking, it wasn't like he had been hurting anybody doing it in his own damn truck. He noticed someone walking along the road, it was Tate, he scoffed and sped up slightly, he layed on the horn as he passed his victim, laughing out loud at the fact that nerd didn't have a car.

    He was so busy laughing that he didn't an huge, 18-wheeler barring down in the opposite direction,Packie's truck swerved into the oncoming lane, causing the trucker to slam on his brakes and blared his horn, Packie panicked and tried to right himself, but it was to late

    The big rig smashed into the side of Packie's truck , causing the truck to go careening of the small bridge they were on and into the frigid water of a small lake below.
     
  12. (I'd like to do this as well. Don't know if you want two going on in the same thread though... maybe we could do ours in the messages?)
     
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