Football singularity-Chapter 338 Art’s an Explosion

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[Friday,19th/July/2019, Stefanies Villa, 23:30]

"Yo J, Greg’s got some fireworks we can set off," A handsome lad in a blue suit said to Jason who was still wearing his crown. The dance had ended 20 minutes ago and most of the students were now finding a ride to the after-party or the nearest motels to engage in decades-old tradition.

"Huh, why would we do that?" He asked the boy guy in the blue suit, who everyone knew as Ryan, shrugged, smirking as he loosened his tie. "Because it’d be hilarious to start off the after-party with a bang. Besides, don’t you want to send off Mr superstar in style?"

Following his gaze, he spotted Rakim’s group saying goodbye to Liv and Spencer along with some of his buddies. Reece, Bennett and their respective dates had already made their way into the house but from the looks of it May, Emma & Rakim weren’t planning on staying. Jason’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched Rakim, and the two girls re-entered the limo as they said their last goodbyes.

Jason’s eyes glinted as he leaned against the trunk of their car, which was parked on Stacy’s driveway. "Alright, what you got?" He asked Ryan who proceeded to make him move and pop the trunk only to reveal a boatload of fireworks. "Greg went a little overboard but it’s safe to say they have enough ammunition to fight for independence."

"Happening my amigos, I see you found my armoury," Greg shouted in excitement as he joined their group. "Try this one for size I call it the Killa Bee," he said with a smile as he opened a box only to real what could only be described as a weapon of mass destruction.

In his hand, he held a black rocket launchpad shaped in the form of a drum with 30 rockets already loaded within. This handheld launchpad was definitely illegal but none of the boys cared as they were too excited and were more interested in taking in its majesty. It was as if their manly American genes were shining through stoking the love for weapons of destruction.

Jason chuckled, eyes scanning the rocket launcher in Greg’s hands. He could already picture the explosion of chaos. "haha this will be legendary my friend," he told him as he took hold of the launchpad aiming down the sights on top in the direction of Rakim’s group. "You know me I love a good explosion," Greg responded as he combed his long blond hair back with an excited smile already envisioning what was about to happen.

Greg’s sole purpose in life was to party and entertain those around him. Keeping the party going became something almost ritualistic to him as he found ways to get his friends to have fun. Whether it was through getting drinks, drugs, girls or anything else Greg was the man to ask. "You better hurry tho ’cause they are about to leave and I’m not sure what this things range is." He told Jason as a wild smile appeared on his face, as he motioned towards the limo whose engine started rumbling as Liv’s group started walking towards the house.

Jason grinned, his crown shifting slightly as he took in the scene. The limo with Rakim’s group was already easing away from the driveway, the engine humming softly as it prepared to leave. Jason’s eyes gleamed as he raised the rocket launcher, fingers wrapped around the trigger, his pulse quickening with the thrill of the moment.

"Hold on tight, gentlemen," he muttered to his friends. "We are about to make history, make sure to remember this moment when we became legends,"

Jason steadied the rocket launcher, his fingers brushing against the cold metal trigger. The group around him was amped, ready for the spectacle. Greg was bouncing on his heels, his grin stretching from ear to ear, while Ryan and a few others watched eagerly from the side, each waiting for the chaos to unfold.

A few of them even eagerly pulled out their phones as they lived this generation’s creed of ’if it isn’t on camera it didn’t happen.’ "Hasta la vista, baby," Jason stated channelling his inner Schwarzenegger as he pressed the trigger. However, to his bafflement, nothing happened as the 30 rockets remained holstered with nothing happening ruining the cool moment he had expected.

"This shit’s broke," he exclaimed ready to hand it off to Greg only to pause his movements when an audible sizzling sound coming from the launchers Chassie entered his ears. The next second the rockets in their designated slot started rotating and the sizzling sound intensified as all rockets were lit in sequences. Quickly resailing what was about to happen he once again aimed it at the slick black limo that was now slowly starting to move.

The sizzle grew louder, and Jason’s smirk twisted into something almost feral as he braced himself, aiming directly at the limo. His friends around him burst into laughter and excitement, eyes glued to the unfolding scene. As the limo rolled forward, the first rocket fired, shooting through the night sky with a loud whistle.

It veered off slightly to the right, bursting into a shower of red and gold sparks that exploded over the yard, just a meter away from the limo, casting a glow over the surprised group outside Stacy’s house. The sight reminded the onlookers of a mini Fourth of July display but none of them had expected this in the slightest.

The unexpected flash caught everyone’s attention. Reece and Lexi, who were just about to step inside Stacy’s house, turned around, eyes wide with shock. Bennett and Madison were equally stunned, frozen on the doorstep as they watched the sky light up in bursts of red and gold. Spencer held Olivia protectively, instinctively stepping in front of her as another rocket shot into the sky with a loud bang.

Inside the limo, Rakim and the girls had felt the rumble of the first rocket explosion. Emma gasped, leaning forward to peer out the back window. "What the hell is going on?" she whispered, her eyes darting around as a rocket impacted the rear window of the limo before exploding in beautiful yellow and red colours.

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Rakim wanted to answer her but quickly held on for dear life as the driver swerved his car after being startled by the suddenness of the situation. Normally he would get out of the car and do the American thing which is to complain and try to milk the situation to get as money as possible. That goes especially since he realised that every one of these kids, were rich kids, whose families had money to burn for days.

However, one look in the review mirror and he threw that thought out of the window as he pressed down on the accelerator. The reason for this reaction was due to the fact he spotted what seemed like dozens of rockets exciting a massive gun all aimed at his limo. He had never been this scared in his life as he was at that moment, in his mind it felt like someone was shooting real rockets towards him.

Jason’s friends erupted in laughter, whooping and cheering as the fireworks display continued, oblivious to the sheer Schook of Rakim’s group and the terror they caused to their driver. The limo’s tires screeched on the ground burning leather as it sped forward causing Rakim and gang to fly backwards on the leather seats. Before they even had the chance to complain though they heard yet another rocket impacting the rear end of the limo exploding in beautiful colours.

One of them even managed to crack the rear window of the limo but thanks to the driver’s quick reaction they managed to get out of the direct path of the incoming rocket’s. "Thats sick bro," Rayan exclaimed as he watched the black limo swerving slightly as it tried to escape echoing the words of some of their friends. "hahaha You scared the shit out of them," Grege followed suit clearly amused at the chaos that was unfolding before him however his expression froze in the next moment.

In the direct path of the almost 25+ rockets stood a gleaming red sports car with the Iconic golden horse known throughout the world. This was no regular Ferrari though as low and poised, a striking work of art in crimson red, its body crafted from carbon fibre that gave it an unmistakable sheen. The nose was sharp, dipping down with an aggressive front splitter and a pair of headlights that stretched sleekly back toward the cockpit, narrowing like a predator’s eyes.

Its signature scissor doors were folded hiding the beauty that this exotic could unleash with a lick of a button. Every line on the Enzo’s body was sculpted with purpose, from the deep side vents that channelled air toward the rear-mounted V12 engine, to the massive rear diffuser that anchored it to the asphalt at top speed. The back featured quad exhaust pipes, nestled within a broad rear end that spoke of raw power and unrestrained velocity, with a subtle yet effective spoiler sitting above.

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To Be Continued...