Football singularity

Chapter 335 335 Bonnie & Clyde

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[Friday,19th/July/2019, Red Oak Prep, 20:27]

A few hours later the dance was in full swing by now as students could be seen partaking in all the events prepared for them. Most were on the dance floor getting their groove on as DJ Tux continued to do his best to entertain. Whilst others were partaking in the complimentary food and drinks though most sensible students stayed away from communal drinking bowls like the punch.

However, most didn't mind whether someone spiked the punch or not as they simply wanted to enjoy the night. Most of them had worked hard throughout their school careers and were only now getting a chance to unwind. Since their futures were already determined in their minds, they saw no need to be careful anymore.

Jason was one such fellow, as he had spent his last 4 years in the school living the American dream. He was the student-athlete, the King of jocks because despite baseball and basketball being popular in America only football truly mattered, the American version. Gladiators battling it out on the gridiron just to carry the pigskin across a hundred yards and enter the touchdown area.

With that simple fact, he lived his 4 years like a king dating whatever girl caught his eyes, barely keeping up a C grade average and dominating on Friday nights. For Jason Showtime Taylor, this dance was the end of an era before he would concur his next kingdom. Keeping this in mind he didn't hesitate to indulge in the punch and the usual party treats as chilled with his buddies.

Jason leaned back against the wall, his drink in hand as he surveyed the dance floor, the bass of DJ Tux's beats pulsing through the gym. His eyes roved over the crowd, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face. One of his buddies John whom he had dubbed as Minion One was telling him a story about something funny, he had seen online but Jason honestly couldn't give a flying f**ck.

As his eyes continued to roam the venue, he spotted the figure of Rakim and May dancing with each other, their bodies so close they were practically melding together. He didn't linger on them as his gaze shifted over to his table where his date Becky sat with some other cheerleaders. Despite the girls being pretty and just the right amount of desirable to grate his ego he found himself staring at the golden figure of May.

Just as his gaze once again travelled over the figure of May the song Hotline Bling started playing instantly causing all the girls to go crazy. Almost as if it was a concert, they all started singing along as they continued to vibe to the music. "Yo J street, Greg's got some party favours you want some?" Greg one of his buddies asked him and due to the sudden yelling of everyone that brought him back to his senses he actually heard him this time.

"Yeah sure, but none of his weird Dream powder he uses for games that stuff is wild," he responded not feeling the need to take something that allowed him to run through a wall without feeling pain. That stuff is no joke as the one time he took it for a game was when he had injured his shoulder.

It wasn't his throwing one, but the pain still impacted his range of motion, and he would have had to sit out. But two lines of that Dream and he laid out a linebacker and through a 60-yard touchdown pass. He was lucky that none of the officials were present and found it suspicious and that they just thought the linebacker didn't have oats for breakfast or lost his footing.

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As Rakim and May strolled down the dimly lit hallway, the muffled bass from DJ Tux's music pulsed through the walls, adding a subtle rhythm to their footsteps. They had both slipped away from the bustling gym, as May had gestured for him to follow her on a walk. Now as they walked through the empty hallways they felt like the only people in the world, other than the occasional drunk students loitering in the halls they were the only ones.

Coming to a stop in front of the auditorium entrance May's eyes sparkled with excitement as she pulled him inside. "You gotta be joking," He tried to protest but his date was having none of that and in no time, they were standing on stage. The set of Bonnie & Clyde that the theatre club had performed was still up adding to the ambience.

Rakim chuckled, a little self-conscious as they stepped onto the wide, dark stage of the empty auditorium. Rows of seats stretched out before them, dimly lit by the stage lights casting a soft glow around them. He turned to May, unable to help the smile tugging at his lips as he watched her excitement unfold.

"Alright, Miss Parker," he teased, "what's the plan now that you've dragged me up here?"

May grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. "The plan? Simple," she said, stepping back as if preparing for a performance. "We're going to act out some scenes from Bonnie & Clyde. And you," she pointed at Rakim, "are going to be my Clyde."

Rakim raised an eyebrow, glancing around the dimly lit auditorium. He couldn't help but laugh. "You serious? You're making me the guy who gets shot at the end, and here I thought you liked me?"

"Well, what's a girl got to do," She off-handedly scoffed flicking her hand as if to dismiss a misunderstanding. "Whoever told you that relationships were easy my dear Mr Rex, our will be especially tough if we're going to be ride or die,"

Rakim laughed, shaking his head as he tried to keep up with May's antics. "Alright, Miss Parker, I'm game. But you better be ready for a wild ride, because if you think Klaus can get bad it gets worse."

May's grin widened, her playful energy contagious as she positioned herself in the centre of the stage. She mimicked a dramatic pose, her hand on her hip as if she were already channelling her inner Bonnie. "Well, we've gotta start somewhere," she said, adopting an exaggerated Southern drawl, "Y'all ready for this?"

Rakim raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused smile. He slid his hands into the pockets of his jacket, making a show of looking her over as though weighing his options. "I reckon I am," he drawled back, matching her accent and playful tone, though it wasn't as polished as hers. "But first, you've got the look down, but can you handle the real thing?"

May raised her chin, eyes flashing with mock defiance. "Oh, darling," she purred, "You ain't seen nothing' yet."

With that, she swept into the first line from the musical, her voice rising in an impromptu serenade as if the stage were suddenly her own. "'I know what it's like, boy, to feel the rush of the ride!'" She gave a twirl, her dress swishing with the motion, and with a little shimmy, she moved toward him with exaggerated swagger.

Rakim's grin turned mischievous, and he couldn't resist playing along. He raised his hand to his forehead, feigning a salute, then took a few slow steps toward her, mimicking the motions of a gunslinger. "'You think you know me, sugar, but I've been around the block. I've seen the bad, the good, the ugly,'" he said, his tone dripping with mock bravado, pulling off a hammy Clint Eastwood-style squint.

May laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as she twirled once more. "'Well, you ain't seen anything yet, mister.'" They fell into a rhythm, each line coming with a wink and a gesture so over-the-top it could only be understood as a parody. As May's Bonnie took centre stage, Rakim's Clyde played along, feeding off her energy. There was no audience, but in their minds, they were stealing the show.

"'I can't promise you a thing, but together we'll make history,'" Rakim continued, adopting a more dramatic tone, his hand mimicking the pull of a gun as he pointed it at her as if challenging her every move.

May gasped in mock horror, throwing her hands up, spinning dramatically. "'You want history, Clyde? Well, I've got the perfect plan, but first, we're gonna need a car, a whole lotta money, and the trust of the ones we've hurt along the way!'"

Rakim's mock seriousness faltered as he saw her spinning around in delight. He couldn't help but laugh, feeling more at ease than he had in a while. The atmosphere, the dim lights, and the shared humour made everything feel like it was just the two of them in their own world.

May moved closer, her voice dropping into a low, sultry tone. "'Clyde, you know what happens next,'" she whispered, her fingers brushing against his chest like she was preparing to bring their playful scene to a more intimate moment. Rakim lowered his voice to match her intensity, stepping toward her with slow, deliberate steps.

"'I know. And no matter how this ends, baby, I'm in it with you. Every single second.'" The air between them seemed to thicken as they learned in, caught in the aura of their little act, as their faces inched ever so closer together.

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To Be Continued...