<i>Fuck. Mother Fuck.</i>The man thought as the bell finally rang. As much as the bet appeased him, something still loomed in the back of his mind. Colt looked up at the clock. Would the game never come? With a sigh, he looked to the others, who were deep in the subject of sex. Something Colt never liked to talk about. He was good at it, sure, but he didn't like to boast. Almost like, he knew they were going to win, they just had to want it enough. To him, this was a contest of who had the biggest cock. . .just trivialities. Still, it was common knowledge that he had a thing for that Britney. He was planning on doing horrible things to that girl.<br/><br/>To be perfectly frank, his nerves were tensed. Something he always got before the big game. He had five minutes before he had to get to the library for his last class, just enough time to smoke his usual bowl of weed in his car. It helped him calm his nerves.<b>"Meet you later."</b>He said to the group as he packed his bag up and proceeded out to the car. Safe inside the tinted windows of his 2000 Camry, he got his pipe and inhaled the soothing vapors. His window was cracked just enough so the car wouldn't get too smoky, but not enough to know what was going on within. After the pick me up, he was on his way.<br/><br/>With his backpack in hand, he made his way to the library. Eighth period. Fuck the school day was long. He took his uaual seat by the rest of the group. The same subject on their minds. Sex. Ah, the good times. It wasn't unusual for the group to make these bets. Something that always foretold the coming playoff season. Upon seeing Sebastian, Colt let out a laugh.<b>"Bout time you showed up, you lazy fuck."</b>He said as he planted a punch square on the tight end's arm. It was true, Sebastian could probably kill Coltan if he wanted to, but Colt had the luxury of being his friend. . .