Nathan Anthony couldn't believe just how crummy his day was going. It all started a few weeks ago, when his best friend started dating this girl. Obviously, he was happy for him- or rather, would have been, hadn't she come from Richardson High. You see, there was this bad feud going on between the two high schools of the area for the longest time. Seeing how their athletic teams were the top in the state, they had some serious competition. So serious, in fact, that year after year students would attempt to sabotage one another as to win tournaments. It was no big secret either, as Nathans basketball coach has actually contemplated the idea of foul play. Not that the eighteen year old man would ever resort to something like that. No, he wanted to crush the competition by his own accord. What good is a win, after all, if it didn't result from your own skill?
The young man's physique definitely gave him an advantage over a good portion of the players. Constant weight lifting had blessed him with a muscular frame. So much so, that one would think that he would be better suited for a more direct contact sport, such as football. Spending most of his summers on beaches, his skin was complimented by a nice tan, resembling of what most surfers had.
That said, the school day was over and he waited outside for his friend. With the wind blowing through slightly, his dark brown shaggy hair was getting in the way of his deep brown eyes. His friend in question, Tyler, had asked him nicely to make a good impression and not dress in his usual grungy get-up. So, he appeared in his black dress shirt and his only pair of jeans that weren't purposely ripped.
Finally, Tyler showed up with his girlfriend Mandy, hand in hand. They were acting all sweet with one another that Nathan exclaimed "You two are seriously going to give me diabetes.". They all shared a short laugh. "Alright, so let's get going." his blond friend said as the three walked by. It wasn't much of a walk really, but he loathed already the trip. The propaganda that goes by in the athletic community certainly did take it's toll on the man and he was anxious over the possibility that the coach, or one of his teammates, would spot him.
Trying to shake off these thoughts, he asked his friend;
"Hey...why are we going there again?"
"You dolt, it's the concert remember?" Mandy said in a joking manner, Tyler's arm around her.
"Right..."
The young man's physique definitely gave him an advantage over a good portion of the players. Constant weight lifting had blessed him with a muscular frame. So much so, that one would think that he would be better suited for a more direct contact sport, such as football. Spending most of his summers on beaches, his skin was complimented by a nice tan, resembling of what most surfers had.
That said, the school day was over and he waited outside for his friend. With the wind blowing through slightly, his dark brown shaggy hair was getting in the way of his deep brown eyes. His friend in question, Tyler, had asked him nicely to make a good impression and not dress in his usual grungy get-up. So, he appeared in his black dress shirt and his only pair of jeans that weren't purposely ripped.
Finally, Tyler showed up with his girlfriend Mandy, hand in hand. They were acting all sweet with one another that Nathan exclaimed "You two are seriously going to give me diabetes.". They all shared a short laugh. "Alright, so let's get going." his blond friend said as the three walked by. It wasn't much of a walk really, but he loathed already the trip. The propaganda that goes by in the athletic community certainly did take it's toll on the man and he was anxious over the possibility that the coach, or one of his teammates, would spot him.
Trying to shake off these thoughts, he asked his friend;
"Hey...why are we going there again?"
"You dolt, it's the concert remember?" Mandy said in a joking manner, Tyler's arm around her.
"Right..."