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Ok. 

Jackson had some flex in him. 

That was fine. Better even. Now it wouldn’t look so bad when DeShawn killed the motherfucker.

[color=F3FF18]”Why don’t you two just shut up? Like it or not your school is gone and you are on our turf now. You can’t just walk in and pretend like you own the place. You have to abide by our rules to start with. ’sides, If you want to get to Mel, you are going to have to go through me...And...him”[/color]

For whatever reason, Jaxtyn decided to chime in and the linebacker wasn’t sure what to make of it. Maybe the little man had way too much to drink or maybe he thought this was some kind of way to get Melissa into bed. Whatever the case, his being involved in this rumble made little to know sense. It almost made Dee regret grinding the boy to the party, if not for his being there, Jax wouldn’t be about to get his ass kicked. 

[color=CB8DEB]”Jax, don’t. This ain’t your scene, kid”[/color]

He was about to reach for the boy and pull him out of the line of fire but was too late. In milliseconds, Jaclson had taken a move from Dee’s own playbook and head butted Jaxtyn in the nose. Maybe he did need to lay off the burgers? He thought he was faster than that. Before any other move could be made, the Liberty teen was in him, swinging at his face. Dee dodged that shot but not the following kick to the shin which brought the large boy to a knee.

Unexpected: the beanpole had some strength to his moves. It didn’t matter though, DeShawn had dealt with far worse than a high schoolers converse. He had been beaten with baseball bats, he had been cut with razors and he had been pistol whipped by the cold stew of a Glock. Dee had seen things that those around him wouldn’t believe and there was no way in hell that he survived all that time on the street for some rich kid with daddy issues to take away everything he had worked for.

Like a pissed off grizzly, DeShawn exhaled sharply out of his nose as he gritted his teeth. He ate kids like this for breakfast back in the day, this wasn’t no thing to get concerned about. Pulling himself to his feet, the mountainous boy moved past Jaxtyn and bull rushed Jackson against a wall. Number 44 of the Rosefell Knights was the best defensive player in the state, arguably in the country, when he hit, you felt it. His humongous hand wrapped around Jackson’s throat and began to squeeze and in that moment. DeShawn was no longer just fighting for Melissa or Rosefell, he was fighting for survival, he was fighting for the life he had been so desperate to protect. 

Throwing Jackson by his neck across the room, he suddenly stopped and began to stare at his hands. He had done a lot with these hands, a lot of bad things and this was one of them. He looked up at the growing crowd and then to Jackson. DeShawn could snap the boy like a twig, he didn’t even have to think about it. The question was, did he really want to?

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