John wasn't the kind of guy you wanted to mess with. The twenty-year-old stood over six foot tall. He was the guy you knew not to mess with, the guy that rode a Harley to school, smoked pot in the boys locker room, and busted his fist on more than one person who dared to challenge him. At 20, this was his last chance to retake his senior year of high school.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1Fo0KeqMa3
It all started in gym when Corey thought he was tough enough to take on John. He had snuck up behind the older man, tapping him on the shoulder. When John turned toward him, Corey through a right hook. John saw the fist, moving out of the way before throwing a punch of his own. Before long the two were rolling on the floor while the rest of the boys formed a tight right around them. copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡyxa4H8ktD0
"Fight,fight, fight!" they cheered. Bets were made. John was a thug, but Corey was a wrestler, so the odds seemed even. However, John had weight to his advantage, pinning Corey to the ground just as the gym teacher pushed his way through the crowd.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡteq23sfpl8
That was two days ago, and Corey wanted his revenge. It hasn't been too hard for him to find John's address. You see, the two had hated each other since the first day they had met. Before John came around, Corey was big dog on campus and he didn't like the competition which was why he was knocking on the door of John's trailor.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmNenysNlD
"Come in," John called. copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡRTa1YRailO
Corey opened the door and couldn't believe his eyes. John was sitting on the couch, his nails being painted bright orange by a girl no more than three. An identical looking little girl was attempting to apply lipstick to his lips but failed, smearing it all over his face. Corey's mouth dropped. This couldn't be John, the man who was tough as nails.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡjO3JQ6b6wx
"Daddy, who that?"one of the girls asked shyly. John motioned the girls away, telling them to go play before standing up and crossing his arms. copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡflU3zhC15X
" What the f- what do you want?" John asked.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡEWROYPG982
"Are those yours?" Corey asked.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrQ1bH7nOD
"You got an issue with that?"copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡU3YO7y6Jzc
Corey shook his head, trying his best not to laugh. Who knew John was a family man, and to girls at that. "Nice makeup,". Corey said, turning to leave.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡHe9z38oJhx
" Tell a soul and I'll kill you," hegrowled, and somehow Corey knew he wasn't lying. Good fathers came in all types it seemed.copyright protection122ＰＥＮＡＮＡLfZCgbjoy8
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