football games were probably one of ari's least favorite things. they were so crowded to the point where it nearly drove him insane. not to mention, the people who were crowding the stadium were having him contemplate mass homicide on a daily basis. but this is nothing new with ari - he hated pretty much anyone and everyone. there were few exceptions, like his mother and his small group of close friends. the brunette liked to think that he got along well with most people, even if he tried his best to show his frustration through his words.
most of the time, these attempts failed. much to his demise, aristotle was simply came off as a nice kid. even so, it didn't take much to set him off. he was the last person you wanted to get into an argument …show more content…
ari couldn't tell you. jack, one of the select few who the brunette had the privilege of calling his friend, was on the football team. normally, that was why he went to the dreaded events, to support his friend with the other few people who also had that title. the problem was, jack was nowhere to be found, and dante had no clue where he …show more content…
"i had to walk here, ari, walk!" a small snicker escaped ari as his eyes glanced up towards the large clock on the far end of the field, showing that there was only two minutes left in the first half.
"cry me a river, dante," this resulted in a playful shove from the other male, nearly knocking him out of his seat and causing him to spill his popcorn. an exasperated sigh escaped him as he stood up and sent dante a signature death glare. it wasn't like he was actually eating it, but it supplied as a distraction from the growing anxiousness in his stomach. jack never missed a football game. even if he was sick, even if he was away for the week. he was always here for games.
said anxiety didn't miss the bright lights that looked very similar to red and blue as he made his way towards concessions. the cops who emerged from the cars had an urgent look on their faces, and the word "jack" seemed to escape their mouths more than what was normal. the brunette dropped what was remaining of his popcorn as he ran towards the scene, ignoring the shouts of teachers and other students telling him to stand back. something had to be wrong. with jack, of all
most of the time, these attempts failed. much to his demise, aristotle was simply came off as a nice kid. even so, it didn't take much to set him off. he was the last person you wanted to get into an argument …show more content…
ari couldn't tell you. jack, one of the select few who the brunette had the privilege of calling his friend, was on the football team. normally, that was why he went to the dreaded events, to support his friend with the other few people who also had that title. the problem was, jack was nowhere to be found, and dante had no clue where he …show more content…
"i had to walk here, ari, walk!" a small snicker escaped ari as his eyes glanced up towards the large clock on the far end of the field, showing that there was only two minutes left in the first half.
"cry me a river, dante," this resulted in a playful shove from the other male, nearly knocking him out of his seat and causing him to spill his popcorn. an exasperated sigh escaped him as he stood up and sent dante a signature death glare. it wasn't like he was actually eating it, but it supplied as a distraction from the growing anxiousness in his stomach. jack never missed a football game. even if he was sick, even if he was away for the week. he was always here for games.
said anxiety didn't miss the bright lights that looked very similar to red and blue as he made his way towards concessions. the cops who emerged from the cars had an urgent look on their faces, and the word "jack" seemed to escape their mouths more than what was normal. the brunette dropped what was remaining of his popcorn as he ran towards the scene, ignoring the shouts of teachers and other students telling him to stand back. something had to be wrong. with jack, of all