Much to their dismay, when the guests arrived, they found only soda, the sound system was not yet working and no celebrities. The games were generally boring and their host basically sucked. He used to time to show off how much he was spoiled by his parents.
After a couple hours of their host rubbing it in how much better he was because his parents were rich, the booze began wearing the partygoers a little thin.
One drunk partier was playing lawn darts. Who knows if it was the wear of the boring party or the fact that he lost every game he played so far. Not to mention he was already pissed because he gave up going to a concert to attend this party, since Carl had hyped it up.
Angry at the host, he found Carl lying on the patio next to the pool, soaking in the sun. "You fucked up my weekend." He said in his frustration.
With a heavy throw, he slammed the lawndart straight down into Carl's widespread abs. At first, Carl didn't even know what hit him. He looked up at the guy who was now walking away, leaving.
Carl's gaze turned to the large dart stuck in his navel. The pain tore through him as he flexed his abs. He placed both hands on the shaft and slowly pulled out the tip. Blood poured from the wound and Carl's handsome young body went limp.
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