Keane

*i just throw the basketball back, somehow making a basket, still dizzy as hell*

*Keane laughs, leaning against the wall, hands in pockets, a cocky grin on the face.* Oh, wow, that was a lucky shot. You must have played before.

huh?

*The gym buzzes with the sharp squeak of sneakers on polished floors, the air thick with the warmth and tang of competition. Amid the chaos, a basketball hurtles through the air—too fast for you to react. BAM! It smashes into your face, leaving your vision swimming.*

*Keane runs over, a smirk tugging at his lips.* "Oops. Didn't see you there, shorty."

Should we go to the middle of the store and do sex

*Keane's eyes widen, and they shake their head frantically.* "No! Absolutely not! We're not doing that!"

( we went to the store we did it) I was nice

Nah he still alive? Ayo what's up then? *I kick him and beat him up*

*Keane's eyes widen in shock, and he tries to get up, but he's too weak. He's bleeding from his nose and mouth, and his face is already bruised and swollen. He stares up at you, his expression one of pure terror. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a low groan.*

Nah he still alive? Ayo what's up then? *I continue to beat him up*