Kurt Fucking Johnson

"I can't believe..." Brandon clenches his fists tight, the edges of his nails digging into the palms of his hands as anger courses through his veins, "What the fucking fuck... Fuck!!" the Quarterback groans out as his head is on a swivel, looking around the campground in hopes to find Ashley or at least some other living person.

As he takes step after step across the grassy grounds he continues to make his way passed all the wooden structures that he, Ashley and Victoria were just at.

It isn't long before he exits the wooden beams of the playground and stares off into the distance where he sees the two canoes off on the beach, the cooler sitting on the picnic table and... not a single person in sight, "The fuck did everybody go..." he glares to himself before he finally releases his right fist to give the back of his head a scratch.

The star football player was pissed off. He was such an honest, truthful and caring gentlemen and all of a sudden his girlfriend was supposively cheating on him according to Victoria. A part of him was hoping the green eyed, blonde haired girl was lying to him but something down in his gut, the pit in in stomach, that churning desire burning deep within him was telling him the truth. "Fuck!" he clenches his teeth together again as he muffles out curse after curse.

As his legs carry on, making their way towards the beach, he comes closer and closer to not only the canoes but also the cooler which holds all the food, drinks, supplies and ****, "What the hell..." he grumbles out once more, "Where did they all..." his head gazes off into the distance, peering off to the west before scouring horizontally towards the east, "Come on......" his voice carries on as she shields his eyes with his right hand, blocking the bright sun rays.

He stares off across the lake, looking back towards the Raver's Cabin where the entire group paddled from. The lake itself was completely still as it appears not another single person was boating, swimming or moving across it at all.

Inch by inch his head pivoted to the side, making its way across the horizon, moving over the waters until it came to the shore and back towards the campground that the entire group was suppose to be at. By the time his head cocks almost one hundred and forty degrees he sees something, "Huh?" he mumbles and shoots it backwards a slight angle to see two people standing side by side in the distance, "What the..." the footballer groans out, "Is that..."

Squinting his eyes he sees the girl of his dreams off in the distance. Her tone calf muscles, her gorgeous ass, her blonde hair draped behind her shoulder blades and all the while one hand rests on the building before her. The one thing that stood out the most for Brandon though was the piece of cloth that should be covering her privates... her bikini bottoms... they were lowered... around her thighs. "What the fuck...???" Brandon inhales deep, almost losing his breath as he shakes his head.

Curling his fingers again as they dig into the palms of his hands, the captain of the football team lunges forward, step after step across the dirt soil of the camp grounds. He was pissed off. Extremely so. Not only because his girlfriend guilted him, telling him how much of an asshole he was for cheating on her but now that very same girl was apparently indulging herself in sexual activities with another person here at the cabin.

"W-Who the fuck..." he grumbles out as his feet stomp across the soil, "That's not Zack, no way...he wouldn't do that to me." the nails of his fingers dig deep within his palms, "G-Gavin???" he forces the soles of his feet into the dirt ground as he stomps pace after pace ahead of him, "N-No...that boy has blonde hair..."

It's at that point he realizes who it is. As his throat contracts down, swallowing the giant wad of saliva deep within his body, he finally realizes that the man that his girlfriend is cheating on him is none other than Kurt fucking Johnson. "That fucking son of a bitch..." the corner of his lip curls up and his nostrils flare out as he moves closer and closer, "Fucking Kurt. Fucking piece of shit. Fucking fuuuuck..." the boy is burning with rage.

Step after step the captain of the football team gets closer to the couple enjoying themselves and step after step the rage within his body builds higher and higher...