Anderson woke up his head throbbing painfully the escapades of the night before a blur. He remembered near beating his opponent to death but why he'd forgotten. Someone had got him drunk and he swore on his life he'd never drink again. It was then he smelt it, oh god he hadn't he smelt her on himself the smell was pratically wafting off him. She wasn't here so nothing had happened, he hoped. None of this would of happened if he'd not fought last night. He growled angerily and flung himself up absolutely seething. A thought then came to him.
What if he'd told her thing?
He couldn't stay mad, but he had to fix this whole situaction before it got out of hand. The one thing he remembered was the new kid telling him about a party he could meet his father. After he'd solved this whole thing he'd go. His Mum wasn't willing to help him anyway.
He arrived in the playground and saw his target, the coach had pushed him into doing this so he'd die. Then he saw the slut, he just stared what was happening to him. First the coach then kill her or something. He growled frusrated and stalked the man.
