Kevin Gates Jumping Meme Novels & Stories

They are gossiping with each other while looking here and there, noticing each person in the school. There is an above-average stone in the parking lot. Kevin throws it toward them while trying to distract them. "What the fuck?" The guards maintained a distance from each other while looking here and there. "Where did this stone fall from?" The random guard looks up and down. "Guys, be careful." Taking the opportunity, Kevin quickly gets in the car while escaping from their gaze. As he sits in the car, he smiles devilishly! ~Flashback End~ "It can't be!" Samantha's eyes widened.

A giggle escaped my lips at that, but I was quick to turn it into a cough in the face of Kevin's mock glare. Poem? Yeah, right! The only time Kevin wrote any poetry related thing, was when we were eight, and he decided he wanted to be a rapper - well, that was until he decided he wanted to be a secret agent a month later. Back then, he wrote his remixed version of Old Macdonald had a farm, which was basically the same as the original poem, but with the additions of an eight-year-old's definition of 'cool' slangs. "You write poetry? That's so nice! I love poetry," Kimmy said, smiling at Kevin in a way that made me think poetry wasn't the only thing she was liking right now.

The class group chat was flooded with more than a thousand messages daily. Kevin was the undisputed "king" of the class, issuing out commands in the group almost every day. "Has everyone bought their Starvard varsity jerseys today yet? I've already bought mine! We'll all wear them to Starvard University on the first day together!" Janice replied, "I bought it today! I'll wear whatever you're wearing, Kevin! I can't wait to see the shocked expressions on the Starvard security guards' faces when they see all 43 of us showing up at their gates!"

Ethan pegged them quick: a pack of backstabbers, piling on the dirt while he couldn't remember jack. "No highlight reel? Nothing where I come out on top?" "Oh, tons." Kevin nodded. "Ethan's got glory stories for days." "So why skip 'em?" Kevin's lips curved sly. "Embarrassing bits hit harder, might kickstart that brain of yours." "We're doing this out of the goodness of our hearts, and you don't appreciate it." His puppy-dog pout was straight-up pitiful. Ethan couldn't stomach it, looked away. "Keep going, then."

It was almost perfect if he didn't jump off of the stage to walk back to the back stage again. Huh!?!?! Why'd he jumped down!? He wasn't suppose to do that in fashion shows!! Doesn't he watch modeling or something!?!? I was kind of losing my patience with them that I keep massaging my head. "N-Next." Please be normal. Please be normal. Last one was Kevin(Leo). He looks really cool, but unlike Gabrielle, he has a more friendly and a boy-next-door kind of look on him. Now that's my boy!!

Jesse didn't slack up but instead laughed at the pain and anger he saw on Kevin's face. Kevin wound up toppling the chair over and couldn't get himself back up. He was trying to use his toes and the side of his arm to push himself but he wasn't getting very far.

Meme is giggling like a schoolgirl as we come back around the curve and I leap us back over. Gabe tries to cut the corner short, creating a dust cloud that blows forward towards us instead of back, but I used to do this shit in the dark! “Hold your breath, Mems”, I shout as we’re about to enter into the dirt cloud and I jump back over the rail again!

“ Where are you guys going ? “ asked Jack patting Kevin’s head . “ I wanna go take a walk to the garden with Mel . This garden is so beautiful . I wanna see the flowers up close . “ said Kevin . “ Mind if I join you ? “ asked Jack . “ Sure ! I would love for you to join us . I am sure sister Mel wouldn’t mind you coming with us . “ said Kevin smiling . “ Oh I am sure she wouldn’t . “ said Jack looking at Mel with a cold smile .

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

Slow, deliberate claps that echo through the empty garage. Kevin's smile falters slightly. "What are you doing?" "Applauding the performance. Really, Kevin, that was impressive. The intimidating stance, the psychological warfare, the whole 'you'll never be one of us' speech." I stop clapping and drop my hands. "Did you rehearse that? Or does it come naturally to narcissistic assholes?" His jaw tightens. "You think this is funny?" "I think it's pathetic. You breaking into my parking garage to give me some villain monologue because you can't accept that you're losing." I take a step toward him. "Let me tell you what I actually am, Kevin.