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[color=CB8DEB]”MOTHERFUCK….!!!”[/color]

DeShawn backed off of Jackson as the boy dug his thumbs deep into his brown eyes. As the world continued to blur around him, it suddenly went black. Something was obstructing his already impaired vision and this was quickly followed by the all too familiar pummelling of knuckle on skull. For a moment during the assault, Dee froze; not out of fear but out of regret. He could’ve just left well enough alone, Melissa could handle herself. He had to get involved and now he was putting everything at risk for a girl that probably wasn’t in his long term future.

The kicking of the back of his leg woke him up from his daze. Jackson was trying to chop down the redwood but all he successfully did was wake up the sleeping beast. With as much force as his large frame could muster, DeShawn stretched out, flung his arms back and managed to swing the other boy off of him. Yanking the jacket off of his face, Dee straight punched Jackson in the mouth with his huge left hand, followed by a right hand and he finally finished by throwing him to the floor. Lost in his street mentality, DeShawn grabbed a nearby chair and broke it over his knee, taking a chair leg as a weapon. He loomed over the probe Jackson like a horror movie villain about to murder a beautiful college co-ed who made the mistake of saying I’ll be right back. 

[color=CB8DEB]”Words hurt, boy. So does this”[/color]

As he came down with the swing of the weapon, something or someone caught Dee’s wrist. He turned to see another boy, shirtless, wet and roughly about the same size as DeShawn himself.

[color=E7C142]“Relax [i]homeboy[/i] you won. This ain’t the street, we’re civilised here”[/color]

Theo pushed the other boy back and stood in between him and Jackson. He was a mirror to the Rosefellian in size with the only key difference being their skin colours. DeShawn and Theo had met on the football field before, both were the linebackers for the respective teams, both were highly touted and both were highly competitive. One had a silver spoon and the other, he used his hands. If ever there was night and day in two men, it was these two.

[color=CB8DEB]”Could’ve fooled me”[/color] Dee spat back. [color=CB8DEB]”This ain’t your fight man, get outta my way”[/color]

[color=E7C142]“Can’t do that, bud”[/color] Theo smiled that damn fucking grin before turning to Jackson. [color=E7C142]“Go calm your woman down before we have an international incident”[/color] he returned his gaze to Dee and let go of his wrist. [color=E7C142]“Here’s the thing, right now this is just a fight at a party. You swing that thing, it’s assault with a deadly weapon. Your ass will be in jail quicker than a virgins first pump on prom night. I’m the only person stopping that from happening right now. Defense Marcus”[/color]

As much as he hated to admit it; Dee knew that his Liberty counterpart had a point. His initial worry walking into this party was that beyond himself and Tyler; there was a distinct lack of people of colour and in this environment if anything went wrong, they would be the first people blamed, most likely without evidence. If he stopped now he could get away with it, it was a few harsh words and few bruised egos. Should he take that next step, all the work he had done since leaving Baltimore would be undone. 

[color=E7C142]“You don’t want college recruits to focus all their attention on me now, do you? We’re not competition anymore, Forty Four; We're teammates and they’ll only pick one of us. So relax, grab yourself a drink or something stronger and enjoy the party”[/color] TVC patted the brick like arm of DeShawn and smiled sweetly. He turned away and made his way to Jackson, putting a firm hand on the Libertine's shoulder. [color=E7C142]”Keep it in check, Park. You embarrass our school like that again and I’ll end you myself”[/color]

Theo rose to his feet and made his way over to one of the drinks tables and setting out to accomplish the goal he had originally intended when he walked back into the house; beverages for he and Lilith, whom he had left in the pool, wet and warm in multiple ways. As he poured out the booze into some solo cups, he turned to look upon a young stunner standing there, dark hair and covered in denim, she was unmistakably a Kingsley. He offered her that damn smile and a wink before heading back out to the pool like an all conquering hero.

DeShawn dropped the wooden stick he had and glanced around the room at the carnage he had caused. For the last few minutes he had been everything he had always ever been accused of being; a thug, a street rat, a no good hood.[/center]