The Lost Boy

Chapter 4--- Picture of Zack

"Collage...sucks..." Zack groaned, sitting in detention, his head on the desk as he gazed at the ground. "I. Hate. Collage."
"Silence, Mr. Wilde." Mr. Hulet called to him. Zack shut his mouth, but not willingly.
After the allotted 30 minutes, he was allowed to collect his bag and leave. Throwing his football bag over his shoulder and heading out, he heard Mr. Hulet muttering to himself. Something about... Zack being.... wild? Just like his last name. He was crazy; wild, Mr. Hulet was saying. But to whom?
Zack peeked in, and saw that the detention teacher was on the phone. He couldn't quite catch what the man said next, but it sounded something like he might have to do collage again if he kept this record up. Zack shuttered. He didn't mean to cause trouble. He just... had trouble staying out of it. With a shrug he headed to the football field. Luckily, his detention hadn't overrun that.
"Wild! There you are! Detention again?"
"Cruz! Yep. I had detention alright. And with Mr. Hulet too."
"Ooh... that must've been a good experience."
"Sure, whatever you say." Zack joked, pushing his tall friend in a joking manner. He and Tyler had been friends since 4th grade, inseparable. Tyler was tall, thin, muscular, and had dark skin and black, curly hair. Not one to be racist, but he was technically black. They both always hung out.
"Well, you were almost late, good thing you weren't, or coach would have had a fit."
"No duh." Zack slid into his football gear. "So what else are we doing today?"
"You mean after practice?"
Zack nodded.
"I was thinking maybe we could play video games at my place or something. You up for that?"
"Sure thing, man! See you at your place after practice!"
Tyler nodded and slipped into his cleats and popped in his mouthguard. "See you after practice."

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After practice, Zack quickly slipped out of his gear and slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Hey! Wild! Let's go!" Tyler motioned to his car, where three other boys were sitting in the back, unbuckled, crazy.
Zack grinned. "Coming!" He rushed over, hopping into the front seat of the car while Tyler took the wheel.
They sped off to Tyler's house. Once arriving, they all ran into the house and played video games. Call Of Duty, Halo, GTA 5, and even Minecraft if they got bored enough. Tyler served minor beer drinks, like Budweiser. Zack politely refused. He knew what PJ would have to say if he smelled alcohol on Zack's breath.
They were playing Mario Kart when Zack's turn came.
"Hey! Hey! Zack! Brett lost, you can play against Tommy now." Bryce slid a controller over.
"Alright. We'll see who is the best racer." Zack grinned, grabbing the controller and settling down.
"3...2....1... GO!!!" The game voices cried. The flags were sliced down through the air as Zack gunned his motorcycle, pulling ahead of Tommy. The boys cheered as Zack swerved around Donkey Kong and Mario.
Soon Zack had pulled into 2nd, Tommy in 4th.
"Zack!!!" Tommy hollered, as he pulled ahead, in 2nd place. "I'm gonna beat you!"
"In your dreams!" Zack's thumb turned white as he held the gas button down. He was bumped into 3rd place, and was soon only a few inches away from Tommy's car.
Picking up a power-up he got three shells, and they were on their 3rd lap. There was one more curve and then the race was over. Shooting one shell, it ran by Tommy, hitting the guy in 1st place so Tommy pulled ahead of him, Zack following. Tommy was now in 1st, Zack in 2nd. Zack looked at the finish line, and realized he had two more shots; two more shots to smack Tommy out of they way. With a hurried shot he missed Tommy once more. One more shot... one more shot...
He released the button. SMACK! Right into...
The back of Tommy's car, making it stall momentarily.
"Yee-haw!!!!" Zack cried, crossing the finish line in 1st.
"Aw, man!" Tommy set the controller down, putting his hand up for Zack to slap five.
Zack gave him a high five, a smile radiating off his face.
"My turn!" Tyler laughed, and the fun night continued on.