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Crueler Intentions: Part 1 (James Leland Ludeau-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

"Winston is such a he-bitch!" The football players whispered around the practice field. "I mean he used to be the new boy, now he thinks he is hot stuff since he got quarterback." And then came Tino, a freshman aiming for the throne. 

It was football tryouts. A new year ahead and Tino wanted the power he felt rightfully his. Winston was throwing the football, but when Tino walked onto the practice field, all eyes went to him. 

"I'm here to tryout for quarterback." Tino grinned. He was like a masculine black widow, he knew what he wanted and had the ambition to get it.

"I'm the starting quarterback," Winston dropped the football and walked over to his challenger. "Who are you. I mean what are you? A freshman?" Winston laughed, the other guys joined in. 

"Who is this kid?" One of the guys whispered to another. 

"A kid with balls," another responded. 

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"I earned this position, buddy. Two years to get here. Freshmen don't just become quarterbacks," Winston threw the football with force to Tino who caught it with ease.

"Yes, I know about you. The new boy a couple years ago, then a sudden rise to popularity." Tino grinned and then threw the football back with severe strength. "Right after my sisters's death."

"Sister?" Winston caught the ball getting pushed back a bit. 

"Yeah, Tina Novac. That was my sister and I know everything. So, it's only matter of time," Tino began walking off. 

"Only matter of time til what?" Winston asked aggravated. 

"I kill you," Tino disappeared into the bleachers like a spider in its web.

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