by isoliz808

“Just make sure you keep that bastard away from me.”

Trent is at it again.  He’s mad for no apparent reason.  We are all in a car heading to a party, trying to have some fun, but Trent is making it very difficult.

“I’m seriously gonna hurt him,” he says as he closes his eyes.  “Seriously.”

“Okay,” I say.  “I got it.”

“I don’t even want to see him.”

“Oh, boy.”  Trent has been taking steroids to bulk up and it’s working. Unfortunately, he’s become a total dick in the process.  He goes nuts over the smallest thing.  I should say something but he protects me.  I need him to be big and aggressive so I don’t get killed on the field.

I know it’s wrong, I really do.  But I need him.

“Don’t worry, dude, we’ll protect you,” Jason calls out from the back seat.

“I don’t need any fucking protecting,” Trent snaps.  “He’s the one that gonna need protecting.”

“Allright, allright, take it easy,” I say.

“Hey, dude, you’re not the quarterback in this car,” Trent says.  “YOU take it easy.”

“Okay,” I say.  “Let’s just get there in one piece.”

Trent mutters something under his breath that I can’t make out but it sounds ominous.  I look in the rear view mirror and see Jason.  He just shrugs his shoulders.  This night is not going to end well.

I worry about Trent, I really do.  The school does not drug test us but if he keeps acting like the Incredible Hulk someone is bound to get suspicious.  And if they test him they are going to test all of us.  They will find massive amounts of Hydrocodone in me and about ten other players.  It could be the end of all of us.

We pull up to that party and I turn to Trent.  “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.  Relax.”


The three of us get out and walk into the house.  The party is raging.  Kanye West blasts from the speakers.  Red plastic cups are everywhere.  It’s hot in here.  I can smell the sweat and body spray, the weed smoke and perfume.

I see Trent walk up to some girl and kiss her right on the mouth.   He gives her a thumbs up and walks away.  So far so good.

I want to keep an eye on him and make sure he stays out of trouble but I know it’s a lost cause.  If he thinks I’m spying on him he’s just going to get mad and start some shit on purpose.  I have other things to worry about.

I go into the bathroom and pull out a small plastic bag with pills in it.  I have only brought three Vicodin with me and I wonder if that is going to be enough.  I’m going to wait a bit before I take another one.  I have to pace myself.

I head out of the bathroom and take a look around to see if I can find Trent.  I want to make sure he’s staying out of trouble.

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