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SDF - part 6 - chaotic behaviour
(Song "Motivation" by Sum 41. Lyrics taken from plyrics.com)
What's the difference of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small.
"Alright, let's go!!!" Trent shouted as he excitedly lifted his skateboard high up over his head. The adrenaline... the rush! There was no feeling like it in the entire world.
Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately,
I feel like I don't give a shit.
The half-pipe was the best thing he discovered since busting out of his prison of a home. He managed to earn money by running some errands every now and then. It was amazing how much speed was in demand these days. Unlike most delivery boys, he was able to deliver in one third the required time. Pizza, letters, messages... you name it. He'd find out the address even if you didn't tell him what it was.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it to be.
All eyes were on him for it was always a show whenever it was his turn on the pipe. He earned himself the nick name "stray hound" on the first day he displayed his skills. He claimed to had never skate-boarded before, yet he learned advanced tricks by watching them performed.
What's the point of never making mistakes?
Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to break.
It's all just a waste of time in the end.
I don't care so why should I even pretend.
As if to encourage others to call him by his new name, he stole a black leather collar and wore it around his own neck. He earned other names for his deeds including "dare devil", "maniac", and strangely enough... someone called him "Tzuyu." That last one stuck to him for some odd reason... so he kept that one as well.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it.
Nothing's new, everything's the same.
It keeps on dragging me down, it's getting kind of lame.
I'm falling further behind, there's nothing to explain.
No matter what you say nothing's gonna change my mind.
Trent/Tzuyu jumped off the top of the half-pipe and began his performance in front of a crowd of kids his age. The audience was cheering and egging the young dare devil on. Trent started things off with a nose grab followed by an indy and an airwalk. His best trick... he was going to save that for last.
Wheels were whirling on wood. Time stood still for him. His blood was boiling with adrenaline which was pumping at maximum pressure. Not a care in world... that was the kind of state his mind was in. There was no confusion about anything at all. Everything was clear to him... yet chaotic at the same time. Clear and chaotic... he wouldn't have had it any other way.
Can't depend on doubt until the end.
It seems like leaving friends has become
This years trend and though I can't pretend.
It's fine to be mislead.
It's not the same but who's to blame,
For all those stupid things I never said.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
The wind was with him and they both knew it in their hearts. When it came to the air, Trent knew he was in safe hands. He could jump from high heights and launch himself from ramps without a single doubt in his mind. He'd jump off a cliff and knew he'd be okay. He'd attach rocket boosters to his feet and believe he'd come out alive.
The crowd screamed louder for the youngster to go up higher. They knew he could go higher. He knew they knew he could go higher. They've seen him go higher and wanted him to go even higher than when they've seen him go higher. He knew he wanted to go higher. He knew they knew that he wanted to go higher as well. This time, he was going to give them the highest he's ever gone before.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration,
Situation never what you want it to be.
"Oh my god!!! Is that... it is!!!" A commentator's voice.
Never what you want it to be.
"This dark horse of the tournament might have a chance, afterall!"
"Don't you mean dark dog? *Snicker*"
Never what you want it to be.
"There you have a it folks! First time contender, Trent "stray hound Tzuyu" Bloom has just performed a 720 backflip! That has got to earn points!"
"Yeah, alright!!! Gonna take number one!" Trent shouted as he pumped a fist into the air.
"Unfortunately, his registration seems to have disappeared... is he even competing legitimately?" One of the commentators asked as he searched through a bunch of papers.
"Uh oh, looks like I got found out!" Trent grinned as he jumped off the half-pipe when his skateboard strapped to his back. He landed onto the cement ground on all fours just as the security guards arrived. The audience booed the judges for disqualifying their favourite skater so fast.
"I'm sorry, son, but you gotta play by the rules," one of the guards apologized as he approached the young boarder.
"Nah, don't apologize. You wouldn't if you knew I'd do... this!" Trent laughed as he jumped as he dropped a lit firecracker into the guard's hands. He immediately ducked away from another guard as the firecracker went off.
"Damn kid. Get back here!"
"Ha ha ha!!!" Trent continued laughing maniacally as he scaled the walls like a monkey and jumped into the crowd of spectators. He was immediately lost in the sea of teenagers and young adults.
"Okay... that was wierd. How did he get past security in the first place?" The commentator asked, looking around.
"Kid should've just registered for the amateur tournament and made his way up. Say... does that mean he won or what? The audience seems to like him enough."
*****
"Shit, dude! That was awesome! 'Specially like the way you got out uncaught!" Spike exclaimed from behind the wheel of his convertible. "How'd you get past the guards, man?"
"Laxatives, my man. Laxatives," Trent grinned devilishly in the back middle seat with his arms crossed. "No one can mess with the genius of Trent Bloom."
"You rocked, man! Knew you'd be cool enough to hang with us!" Nails laughed as he clapped a hand on Trent's shoulder. He was seating right behind the driver's seat. He looked towards the others and asked, "didn't I say he was cool or what? The devil man! You were like Dare Devil out there!"
"Of course he's cool! He's always been cool! Hadn't I always said he was cool?" Razor exclaimed in the front passenger seat. He turned around and continued, "you're definately one of us now! We're like dogs who hunt in packs."
"Yeah, you're definately dogs alright," Sting smirked as she sat beside Trent, behind the front passenger seat. She turned her head and smiled sweetly at the new addition to the team. "Seriously, though, you were great out there."
"Thank you! Thank you! Greatest skater in the world is my new title!" Trent laughed as he stood up on his seat. He took his skateboard off his back as he jumped onto the trunk of Spike's car. He saluted to his new friends as he said, "now if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment to attend to."
"Wha... we're on the highway! C'mon, you suicidal or something?" Spike exclaimed as he looked back, then front again.
"Ha ha, you're funny! We're on a bridge, not a highway," Trent continued laughing even after he jumped off the convertible, causing a pile-up worthy of tomorrow's headline news.
*****
"Okay, so now that he's shown his stuff, what you guys REALLY think of him?" Spike asked his friends as they hung out in a local park. Spike had dyed blue hair and a nose ring through his left nostril.
It was approximately one week after the skateboarding tournament and one of the hugest car pile-ups in recent history. Since then, the gang of punks allowed Trent to hang out with them. It didn't take long before Trent showed them that he was a nuisance not only to the society they hated, but also to them.
With Trent late to their latest meeting, the group discussed the pros and cons of their newest member. Spike and Sting were sitting on a bench under the shade of a large tree. Razor was sitting on a large rock while Nails was leaning against a tree.
"He's got balls, gotta give 'em that," Razor smirked as he pulled out a carton of cigarrettes. He took a stick out and lit it before taking a puff of smoke. His silver white hair covered his red eyes for a moment. As he blew out a whisp of white smoke, he added, "I always told you the guy's a psycho. Don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."
"Dang, we don't even know where he lives. Gotta get some background info on him, ya know? Hey, I need one, too," Nails replied as Razor tossed him the carton. Neil was completely shaven bald and had a green beanie to hide it.
"Who cares who he is and what he can do? The guy's an idiot who pees outside during broad daylight!" Sting growled as she brushed back her auburn red hair, which was tied up in a small ponytail. She snatched the carton of cigarrettes out of Neil's hand and took the last one. As Neil began to protest, Sting continued, "did you know he chased around truck for a good half hour? The guy's probably a retard and you all know it!"
"Who's a retard?" Trent asked as he appeared upside down with his face in front of Sting. The devilish grin was there, which added to the effect of freaking out the red haired girl.
"Wha... you trying to give me a heart attack or something?" Sting gasped as she found herself behind the park bench, upside down with her knees over the back of the bench. Fortunately for her, she was wearing jeans for if she wore a skirt she'd be giving the guys a free peep show. However, this did not get rid of her humiliation which she immediately hid away by getting back to her feet. She glared at Trent, who was hanging upside from a tree branch. "Where did you come from? Why... are you upside-down like that?"
"Ninjas are sneaky people... kind of like Spider-man!" Trent chuckled as if the reason he was hanging from a tree was obvious. He grabbed hold of the tree branch with one hand for he was holding a six... five-pack with the other. He hung down from the tree with one hand this time before dropping down in front of the bench. "By the way, I got us some beer!"
"Dude... you are so cool," Razor said as he accepted one of the cans.
"Why's there five cans? Did you drink one?" Spike asked as he took a can as well. He looked at the label and saw that it was actually root beer. "By the way, this isn't real beer."
"Nope, I drank seven!" Trent grinned as he took a can and set the other two on the bench. He took one look at his can before showing it to the others, "and it is beer! Look! It even says so on the label!"
"Ah well, a beer's a beer," Nails shrugged as he took one of the cans.
"Tzuyu... mad dog... whatever your name is... we need to... ah... discuss some things about your... behaviour," Sting began as she took one of the cans. She put on one of her sweet smiles and said, "you see..."
"Oh! A squirrel!" Trent exclaimed as he saw something in the corner of his eye. He dropped his can of root beer and went running after the black rodent. "Here squirrely squirrely!"
"Um... Trent?" Spike began.
"GGGGRRRRRRRR..." Trent growled as he stopped in front of the hole his prey escaped into. He reached a hand into the hole and felt around for the squirrel.
"Do you see what I mean?" Sting sighed as she turned to the others, whom nodded at once.
Pop!
"He's resorted to using fire crackers now," Nails noted as he looked at what Trent was doing.
At that moment, a red brandspanking new Toyda ferrari rolled up in front of the youngsters. It was one of those new 2016 models with black tinted glass and V16 engine. Honda and Toyota banded together to design and manufacture the car. Only rich folks had that kind of ride. One name immediately came to mind.
"Whoa, that's a sweet ride," Spike whistled as he checked out his sworn enemy's car. The others immediately agreed and looked at the vehicle with envy in their eyes. Spike was proud of his convertible, but knew it paled in comparison with such a beast.
"Whatcha lookin' at? Whatcha lookin' at?" Trent asked as he appeared right behind his friends. He took one look at the ferrari and whistled, "Ooh... shiney..."
"Hey, isn't that..." Sting moved her head around to look at the car from a sharper angle.
"Yep... Greg and Brenda. The rich pricks who gets away with stuff all the time," Spike grinned evilly as he clasped his fingers together.
As the red car pulled away, Razor took one look at Spike and said, "you gotta stop acting like Mr. Burns."
"Hahaha, Simpsons is still going even though it started thirty years ago," Trent laughed.
"Uh... never mind, let's just follow them," Spike grumbled as he got up off the bench and headed for his car. "If you guys want some revenge, come with me. Trent, you should come along, too. You were with us that time, remember?"
"Hmm... I don't remember seeing the car... but that driver and girl I remember," Trent thought back to a few months ago, when he first met up with the gang. Back then, they weren't really much of a gang. They and about twenty others were just buddies who drank and partied together.
*****
A few months ago, Trent, Spike, Sting, Razor, and Nails were at one of those raves that lasted till dawn. Almost every single student from the local highschools were all there. There was... of course... booze and drugs available at the outdoor party. Heavy metal music by some new music band was playing over the loud crowd.
There was this one guy, one of the snotty higher class bunch named Greg. He and his uppity, but really hot girlfriend, Brenda were the 'leaders' of the group. Spike and the others made up the second group, the typical bad seeds up to no good. Well... suffice to say, the two groups did not get along very well with each other. It was only natural that the two groups would get into it during the rave.
Basically, what happened was that an extremely drunk rich Greg spilt beer on Spike. Spike got pissed off and demanded that the high-class leader apologized for the mess. Greg, in a cocky manner, apologized very insincerely before dumping an entire pitcher of beer over Spike's head. Drenched and angry, the blue-haired punk socked the rich boy in the face.
This started the battle between the two and escalated into a full-out brawl. Spike's friends and Greg's friends all got involved and pretty much wrecked the party. Trent could vaguely remember being more interested in the beer than in the fight. Dispite this, however, he still managed to take out five guys who could very well be from football teams.
Anyways, the police were soon involved and even though it was the rich kids who started the confrontation, it was the other group that got hauled in... including Trent (though he snuck out later). Since then, the group of bad seeds swore to get revenge the first chance they got.
*****
".... and that's why we're following them," Trent finished his self-narration.
"Dude, you sure you're up to this?" Spike asked as he took a left, following the red ferrari. "You realize what we're going to do, right?"
"Let's see... rope... hand-cuffs... enema bag..." Nails looked through a bag full of items.
"Um... why do you have all that?" Razor asked as he stared at Nails in disbelief.
Suddenly, Trent stood up in the convertible as soon as he heard a familiar sound. He turned around and noticed something in the corner of his eye. He immediately jumped out and ran after a certain vehicle playing a certain song. "ICE CREAM!!! ICE CREAM!!!"
"Okay, that's it, he's officially out of this group," Sting growled as she watched the crazed teen run after an ice cream truck.
"All those who agree, raise your right hand and say aye," Spike said as he raised his right hand.
"Aye," everyone said at the same time as they raised their right hand in unison with each other.
What's the difference of never knowing at all?
When every step I take is always too small.
"Alright, let's go!!!" Trent shouted as he excitedly lifted his skateboard high up over his head. The adrenaline... the rush! There was no feeling like it in the entire world.
Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately,
I feel like I don't give a shit.
The half-pipe was the best thing he discovered since busting out of his prison of a home. He managed to earn money by running some errands every now and then. It was amazing how much speed was in demand these days. Unlike most delivery boys, he was able to deliver in one third the required time. Pizza, letters, messages... you name it. He'd find out the address even if you didn't tell him what it was.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it to be.
All eyes were on him for it was always a show whenever it was his turn on the pipe. He earned himself the nick name "stray hound" on the first day he displayed his skills. He claimed to had never skate-boarded before, yet he learned advanced tricks by watching them performed.
What's the point of never making mistakes?
Self-indulgence is such a hard habit to break.
It's all just a waste of time in the end.
I don't care so why should I even pretend.
As if to encourage others to call him by his new name, he stole a black leather collar and wore it around his own neck. He earned other names for his deeds including "dare devil", "maniac", and strangely enough... someone called him "Tzuyu." That last one stuck to him for some odd reason... so he kept that one as well.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
Situation never what you want it.
Nothing's new, everything's the same.
It keeps on dragging me down, it's getting kind of lame.
I'm falling further behind, there's nothing to explain.
No matter what you say nothing's gonna change my mind.
Trent/Tzuyu jumped off the top of the half-pipe and began his performance in front of a crowd of kids his age. The audience was cheering and egging the young dare devil on. Trent started things off with a nose grab followed by an indy and an airwalk. His best trick... he was going to save that for last.
Wheels were whirling on wood. Time stood still for him. His blood was boiling with adrenaline which was pumping at maximum pressure. Not a care in world... that was the kind of state his mind was in. There was no confusion about anything at all. Everything was clear to him... yet chaotic at the same time. Clear and chaotic... he wouldn't have had it any other way.
Can't depend on doubt until the end.
It seems like leaving friends has become
This years trend and though I can't pretend.
It's fine to be mislead.
It's not the same but who's to blame,
For all those stupid things I never said.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration's never hard to break it.
The wind was with him and they both knew it in their hearts. When it came to the air, Trent knew he was in safe hands. He could jump from high heights and launch himself from ramps without a single doubt in his mind. He'd jump off a cliff and knew he'd be okay. He'd attach rocket boosters to his feet and believe he'd come out alive.
The crowd screamed louder for the youngster to go up higher. They knew he could go higher. He knew they knew he could go higher. They've seen him go higher and wanted him to go even higher than when they've seen him go higher. He knew he wanted to go higher. He knew they knew that he wanted to go higher as well. This time, he was going to give them the highest he's ever gone before.
Motivation such an aggravation,
Accusations don't know how to take them.
Inspiration's getting hard to fake it.
Concentration,
Situation never what you want it to be.
"Oh my god!!! Is that... it is!!!" A commentator's voice.
Never what you want it to be.
"This dark horse of the tournament might have a chance, afterall!"
"Don't you mean dark dog? *Snicker*"
Never what you want it to be.
"There you have a it folks! First time contender, Trent "stray hound Tzuyu" Bloom has just performed a 720 backflip! That has got to earn points!"
"Yeah, alright!!! Gonna take number one!" Trent shouted as he pumped a fist into the air.
"Unfortunately, his registration seems to have disappeared... is he even competing legitimately?" One of the commentators asked as he searched through a bunch of papers.
"Uh oh, looks like I got found out!" Trent grinned as he jumped off the half-pipe when his skateboard strapped to his back. He landed onto the cement ground on all fours just as the security guards arrived. The audience booed the judges for disqualifying their favourite skater so fast.
"I'm sorry, son, but you gotta play by the rules," one of the guards apologized as he approached the young boarder.
"Nah, don't apologize. You wouldn't if you knew I'd do... this!" Trent laughed as he jumped as he dropped a lit firecracker into the guard's hands. He immediately ducked away from another guard as the firecracker went off.
"Damn kid. Get back here!"
"Ha ha ha!!!" Trent continued laughing maniacally as he scaled the walls like a monkey and jumped into the crowd of spectators. He was immediately lost in the sea of teenagers and young adults.
"Okay... that was wierd. How did he get past security in the first place?" The commentator asked, looking around.
"Kid should've just registered for the amateur tournament and made his way up. Say... does that mean he won or what? The audience seems to like him enough."
*****
"Shit, dude! That was awesome! 'Specially like the way you got out uncaught!" Spike exclaimed from behind the wheel of his convertible. "How'd you get past the guards, man?"
"Laxatives, my man. Laxatives," Trent grinned devilishly in the back middle seat with his arms crossed. "No one can mess with the genius of Trent Bloom."
"You rocked, man! Knew you'd be cool enough to hang with us!" Nails laughed as he clapped a hand on Trent's shoulder. He was seating right behind the driver's seat. He looked towards the others and asked, "didn't I say he was cool or what? The devil man! You were like Dare Devil out there!"
"Of course he's cool! He's always been cool! Hadn't I always said he was cool?" Razor exclaimed in the front passenger seat. He turned around and continued, "you're definately one of us now! We're like dogs who hunt in packs."
"Yeah, you're definately dogs alright," Sting smirked as she sat beside Trent, behind the front passenger seat. She turned her head and smiled sweetly at the new addition to the team. "Seriously, though, you were great out there."
"Thank you! Thank you! Greatest skater in the world is my new title!" Trent laughed as he stood up on his seat. He took his skateboard off his back as he jumped onto the trunk of Spike's car. He saluted to his new friends as he said, "now if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment to attend to."
"Wha... we're on the highway! C'mon, you suicidal or something?" Spike exclaimed as he looked back, then front again.
"Ha ha, you're funny! We're on a bridge, not a highway," Trent continued laughing even after he jumped off the convertible, causing a pile-up worthy of tomorrow's headline news.
*****
"Okay, so now that he's shown his stuff, what you guys REALLY think of him?" Spike asked his friends as they hung out in a local park. Spike had dyed blue hair and a nose ring through his left nostril.
It was approximately one week after the skateboarding tournament and one of the hugest car pile-ups in recent history. Since then, the gang of punks allowed Trent to hang out with them. It didn't take long before Trent showed them that he was a nuisance not only to the society they hated, but also to them.
With Trent late to their latest meeting, the group discussed the pros and cons of their newest member. Spike and Sting were sitting on a bench under the shade of a large tree. Razor was sitting on a large rock while Nails was leaning against a tree.
"He's got balls, gotta give 'em that," Razor smirked as he pulled out a carton of cigarrettes. He took a stick out and lit it before taking a puff of smoke. His silver white hair covered his red eyes for a moment. As he blew out a whisp of white smoke, he added, "I always told you the guy's a psycho. Don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."
"Dang, we don't even know where he lives. Gotta get some background info on him, ya know? Hey, I need one, too," Nails replied as Razor tossed him the carton. Neil was completely shaven bald and had a green beanie to hide it.
"Who cares who he is and what he can do? The guy's an idiot who pees outside during broad daylight!" Sting growled as she brushed back her auburn red hair, which was tied up in a small ponytail. She snatched the carton of cigarrettes out of Neil's hand and took the last one. As Neil began to protest, Sting continued, "did you know he chased around truck for a good half hour? The guy's probably a retard and you all know it!"
"Who's a retard?" Trent asked as he appeared upside down with his face in front of Sting. The devilish grin was there, which added to the effect of freaking out the red haired girl.
"Wha... you trying to give me a heart attack or something?" Sting gasped as she found herself behind the park bench, upside down with her knees over the back of the bench. Fortunately for her, she was wearing jeans for if she wore a skirt she'd be giving the guys a free peep show. However, this did not get rid of her humiliation which she immediately hid away by getting back to her feet. She glared at Trent, who was hanging upside from a tree branch. "Where did you come from? Why... are you upside-down like that?"
"Ninjas are sneaky people... kind of like Spider-man!" Trent chuckled as if the reason he was hanging from a tree was obvious. He grabbed hold of the tree branch with one hand for he was holding a six... five-pack with the other. He hung down from the tree with one hand this time before dropping down in front of the bench. "By the way, I got us some beer!"
"Dude... you are so cool," Razor said as he accepted one of the cans.
"Why's there five cans? Did you drink one?" Spike asked as he took a can as well. He looked at the label and saw that it was actually root beer. "By the way, this isn't real beer."
"Nope, I drank seven!" Trent grinned as he took a can and set the other two on the bench. He took one look at his can before showing it to the others, "and it is beer! Look! It even says so on the label!"
"Ah well, a beer's a beer," Nails shrugged as he took one of the cans.
"Tzuyu... mad dog... whatever your name is... we need to... ah... discuss some things about your... behaviour," Sting began as she took one of the cans. She put on one of her sweet smiles and said, "you see..."
"Oh! A squirrel!" Trent exclaimed as he saw something in the corner of his eye. He dropped his can of root beer and went running after the black rodent. "Here squirrely squirrely!"
"Um... Trent?" Spike began.
"GGGGRRRRRRRR..." Trent growled as he stopped in front of the hole his prey escaped into. He reached a hand into the hole and felt around for the squirrel.
"Do you see what I mean?" Sting sighed as she turned to the others, whom nodded at once.
Pop!
"He's resorted to using fire crackers now," Nails noted as he looked at what Trent was doing.
At that moment, a red brandspanking new Toyda ferrari rolled up in front of the youngsters. It was one of those new 2016 models with black tinted glass and V16 engine. Honda and Toyota banded together to design and manufacture the car. Only rich folks had that kind of ride. One name immediately came to mind.
"Whoa, that's a sweet ride," Spike whistled as he checked out his sworn enemy's car. The others immediately agreed and looked at the vehicle with envy in their eyes. Spike was proud of his convertible, but knew it paled in comparison with such a beast.
"Whatcha lookin' at? Whatcha lookin' at?" Trent asked as he appeared right behind his friends. He took one look at the ferrari and whistled, "Ooh... shiney..."
"Hey, isn't that..." Sting moved her head around to look at the car from a sharper angle.
"Yep... Greg and Brenda. The rich pricks who gets away with stuff all the time," Spike grinned evilly as he clasped his fingers together.
As the red car pulled away, Razor took one look at Spike and said, "you gotta stop acting like Mr. Burns."
"Hahaha, Simpsons is still going even though it started thirty years ago," Trent laughed.
"Uh... never mind, let's just follow them," Spike grumbled as he got up off the bench and headed for his car. "If you guys want some revenge, come with me. Trent, you should come along, too. You were with us that time, remember?"
"Hmm... I don't remember seeing the car... but that driver and girl I remember," Trent thought back to a few months ago, when he first met up with the gang. Back then, they weren't really much of a gang. They and about twenty others were just buddies who drank and partied together.
*****
A few months ago, Trent, Spike, Sting, Razor, and Nails were at one of those raves that lasted till dawn. Almost every single student from the local highschools were all there. There was... of course... booze and drugs available at the outdoor party. Heavy metal music by some new music band was playing over the loud crowd.
There was this one guy, one of the snotty higher class bunch named Greg. He and his uppity, but really hot girlfriend, Brenda were the 'leaders' of the group. Spike and the others made up the second group, the typical bad seeds up to no good. Well... suffice to say, the two groups did not get along very well with each other. It was only natural that the two groups would get into it during the rave.
Basically, what happened was that an extremely drunk rich Greg spilt beer on Spike. Spike got pissed off and demanded that the high-class leader apologized for the mess. Greg, in a cocky manner, apologized very insincerely before dumping an entire pitcher of beer over Spike's head. Drenched and angry, the blue-haired punk socked the rich boy in the face.
This started the battle between the two and escalated into a full-out brawl. Spike's friends and Greg's friends all got involved and pretty much wrecked the party. Trent could vaguely remember being more interested in the beer than in the fight. Dispite this, however, he still managed to take out five guys who could very well be from football teams.
Anyways, the police were soon involved and even though it was the rich kids who started the confrontation, it was the other group that got hauled in... including Trent (though he snuck out later). Since then, the group of bad seeds swore to get revenge the first chance they got.
*****
".... and that's why we're following them," Trent finished his self-narration.
"Dude, you sure you're up to this?" Spike asked as he took a left, following the red ferrari. "You realize what we're going to do, right?"
"Let's see... rope... hand-cuffs... enema bag..." Nails looked through a bag full of items.
"Um... why do you have all that?" Razor asked as he stared at Nails in disbelief.
Suddenly, Trent stood up in the convertible as soon as he heard a familiar sound. He turned around and noticed something in the corner of his eye. He immediately jumped out and ran after a certain vehicle playing a certain song. "ICE CREAM!!! ICE CREAM!!!"
"Okay, that's it, he's officially out of this group," Sting growled as she watched the crazed teen run after an ice cream truck.
"All those who agree, raise your right hand and say aye," Spike said as he raised his right hand.
"Aye," everyone said at the same time as they raised their right hand in unison with each other.
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