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I barely even made it to the store before they caught up to me. Luckily Mark and Jake were outside. I ran right up to the and collapsed.

“Holy shit man! Are you okay? Why the hell were you running so fast?” Jake practically yelled at me.

“Be…cause…of….them…” I said trying to breath like a normal human. I pointed to the two guys who finally joined the party barely even breaking a sweat.

I need to work out more often. I thought to myself.

Mark stood in front of us as a protecting blockade.

“Hey dude, that guy is ours. We need him back.” The guy said.

“Sorry but he’s with us.” Came Marks deep voice. Even his voice was intimidating.

“I don’t give a shit if he’s your brother. He’s coming with us.” The other guy said.

“He is not going any where with you two.” Mark replied sternly.

By that time I had finally caught my breath and trying to stand with the help of Jake.

“What the hell happened to your face?!” Jake yelled making me wince.

“That piece of art was sculped by one of our friends” guy one said. ( yes, I just named them guy one and guy two because they’re so trashy their momma’s didn’t give them names)

“What did you just say?!” Jake was fuming. I never saw him so pissed off.

“Jake calm down.” Mark said grabbing the smaller mans hand.

“Listen here that tiny little faggot is coming with us whether you want him to or not. My father is very powerful and I could make your guys lives hell.” Guy one said.

“Guys, don’t worry about. I didn’t want to get into any trouble. I’ll just go with them. I’ve been through worse.” I said and started walking over to them. The had smug smiles on their faces that I just wanted to beat off until they couldn’t even move their damn face at all.

An arm stopped me from moving forward.