Football singularity

Chapter 339 339 A Coup D'etat

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[Friday,19th/July/2019, Stefanies Villa, 23:40]

(Fweeeeeet, thud, bang, bang, thud Bang....Bang,)

The rockets launched from Greg's "Killa Bee" in Jason's hands spun wildly like a Gatling gun as one after the other, rockets whistled and shrieked through the night air. The first rocket struck the Enzo's hood, exploding with a deafening bang. Red and orange lights sparkled as 5 more rockets impacted the car creating similar sparks.

Jason who was holding the Killa Bee still held his wild smile from earlier, but his mind was in a fog not quite believing what he was seeing. Maybe it was the effects of the party favours mixed with dream powder showing its effects but in reality, it was the stupidity of the whole situation. That was the reason he as a 5-star athlete was slow to stop aiming the "Killa Bee" at the car as all his friends watched with wide open mouths.

"yo I think you should stop," Ryan muttered but it was too let as the last of the 30 rockets left the holster and what followed next was something none of them expected. Flames erupted from the beautiful chassis of the Enzo Ferrari as more rockets impacted the car fuelling the flames. Jason's jaw dropped, eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the ensuing scene as he came to a realisation as to what he had just done.

Jason's heart raced as the flames began to engulf the once-glorious Ferrari. Almost like the world wanted to rub salt to injury the small flames grew intense in a matter of moments engulfing the once-glorious Ferrari. The heat from the fire was intense, even from where he stood, but it was the sight of the car, a masterpiece of Italian engineering, being reduced to a burning wreck that finally hit him. Yet despite the emotions he was feeling a stray thought popped into his head, 'How beautiful,' yet he quickly suppressed that as panic settled in.

"Yo, man, what the hell?!" Ryan's voice cracked through the haze of disbelief. He was still standing there, frozen, staring at the inferno with wide eyes. "You just... you just torched a Ferrari, dude! An Enzo Ferrari!"

Jason's grip on the "Killa Bee" loosened as his hands began to shake, the metallic casing of the weapon suddenly feeling heavier than it ever had before. The party favours, the loud music it all seemed so distant now, all that euphoria was now instantly replaced by a thick, suffocating dread that closed in on him like the smoke rising from the burning wreckage. "Fuck," was the only word he managed to mutter as he knew he wouldn't get away with this, especially with all the witnesses present.

The world had become quieter at that moment, the loudest thing now being the crackling of flames and the rising hiss of the Ferrari's tyres popping in the heat. He did not even hear the gathering crowd of students who stopped making out or drinking for a second to watch this unforgettable scene.

Jason couldn't tear his eyes away from the carnage he had caused. His mind raced, trying to process the weight of what he had just done. A Ferrari. A goddamn Ferrari. He could practically hear his life flashing before his eyes. He had always been the golden boy, the one who could do no wrong, but this… this was different.

Ryan stepped forward, slowly, his eyes flicking between the car and Jason, his voice barely a whisper. "Bro, what the hell were you thinking?"

Jason couldn't answer. He just stared at the flames as they consumed the car, a growing pit of regret in his stomach. "I don't know, man. I... I don't know." His words felt hollow.

"Man, you're crazy," Ryan muttered, looking over his shoulder at the others, who were still frozen in place, wide-eyed. "This is bad. This is really bad."

A voice broke through the tension, deep and booming, "What the hell's going on here?!" It was Stefanie strutting out of the house after changing into a skimpy pink dress. Yet no one paid attention to her as the explanation was pretty self-explanatory, it's not every day you get to see a supercar burn live.

Her voice was the jolt Greg needed to jump out of his stupor, He had been the one to provide the "Killa Bee," the one who had pushed Jason to join in. But now, Greg knew he couldn't possibly go down for his friend's stupidity, Yeah, he loved to entertain but even he knew not to go too far.

"What the hell did you do?!" Greg yelled, practically in Jason's face. His fists were clenched, his jaw tight, but there was something else in his eyes—fear, and maybe a little bit of panic. "That car was worth millions, Jason! What the hell were you thinking?"

"I didn't mean—" Jason started, but Greg cut him off.

"Didn't mean to? Didn't mean to?!" Greg's voice rose, barely containing his fury. "Do you even know what you've done? That's not just some car, Jason. It was a collector's item. A goddamn Enzo Ferrari! You can't just blow that up and walk away like it's nothing! This is bad, man. This is really bad."

Jason opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. There was nothing he could say to fix it, nothing he could do to undo the damage. His mind was still reeling from the shock. Everything was spiralling out of control, and all he could do was watch.

Ryan was pacing now, muttering to himself. "We're screwed. We're totally screwed. Someone's going to find out, man. This… this isn't just vandalism; this is arson."

Jason's stomach twisted at the word. He glanced at the others, all of them silent, eyes locked on the fire. Everyone was starting to realize the gravity of the situation, and the consequences that were about to come crashing down on them. The car wasn't just a car—it was an investment, a piece of history. Jason knew deep down that no amount of money could fix this, no apology could bring the car back.

"Look," Greg said, his tone softer now but still filled with disbelief. "We need to get out of here. Now."

Jason nodded numbly, unable to meet his friend's eyes. His legs felt weak, his head spinning, but somehow, he managed to take a few unsteady steps backwards, away from the scene. However, his footsteps stopped the next moment after hearing one of his friends speak up causing him to struggle to process for a second.

"You's might need to get out of here but what does this got to do with me," One of them dressed in a neat black suit stated with fear written on his face. "He's right the launcher ain't in my hands why should I get into trouble for this," Another intoned realising that he was just a background character to his teammate's crimes.

"Yeah, I still have my future ahead of me, I'm not going down for your stupidity," another intoned before directly walking towards the crowd of students coming out of the villa. "He's right You guys brought the fireworks and shot them so deal with the consequences alone don't drag us in." Another stated before they all promptly left Ryan, Greg, and Jason standing there stupefied at the revolt they were experiencing.

The air around Jason grew thick with tension as his friends scattered, their footsteps echoing in the distance, leaving him, Greg, and Ryan alone at the scene. Jason's stomach churned as the realization hit him harder than ever. His once-close friends, no minions the once he thought he had under his thumb had turned their backs on him.

Ryan, still pacing nervously, let out a frustrated exhale. "This is bad, man... really bad," he muttered again, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear. His eyes flickered back to the car, now nothing more than a charred skeleton. "The owner's gonna find out. Hell, someone already probably has. We're not getting away with this."

Jason's legs felt like lead, his body rooted to the spot as if the earth itself was punishing him for his stupidity. He turned toward Greg, who was now standing silently, his jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth might've cracked under the pressure. Greg, for all his loudmouth bravado, was now the one most visibly shaken by what had transpired.

"Greg..." Jason started, his voice barely above a whisper, "What do we do?"

Greg didn't immediately answer. He looked out at the burning wreckage for what felt like a lifetime before turning back to Jason, his expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. "We need to get out of here, man. I don't care how, but we're not sticking around to get caught. We've gotta go—now."

Jason's heart pounded. He could already hear the sirens in his head, could already see the flashing lights in the distance as if the whole world was closing in on him. He wanted to run, but his legs felt frozen as if the weight of his actions had shackled him to the spot.

"Get in the car," Greg said sharply, snapping Jason out of his trance. "I'll drive. We'll figure this out, just get in the damn car!"

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To be Continued...