Young Jeremy Sumpter Novels & Stories

God I suck at plotting evil. “But…but that’s Pe..That’s Peter,” I stammered. “Looking miiiighty fine, might I add.” Steph nudged me in the ribs, and I scowled in response. Who cared if he was hot? He was a jerk. “Hey, dude.” Jeremy slapped hands with Peter. “Where’s your stuff?”

I turned to Jeremy again, but the response felt heavy on his lips. "This was the same girl that informed the men in Simon's pack to beat the hell out of me. I passed out and was in a coma for a month. Thanks to my strong health life, I could have passed away because of her inability to control her tongue," Jeremy explained, and I felt sorry for him.

Dave muffled against the tape on his mouth,..the inaudible sounds were laced with terror and fear as he widened his eyes, gazing at his brother who stood with a satisfied smirk on his face. He moved his arms relentlessly despite his hands being tied behind, wanting to escape the sight he'd already beheld. Jeremy walked towards Sergeant Samantha's corpse and skillfully pulled out the dagger buried in her back. He searched around her body for any mobile device because he never trusted that she was in this revenge path alone.

Then I hand it to him. Jeremy stares at the glass. His hand shakes once before he steadies it. He wraps both hands around it and drinks everything in one go. And then, he lowers the empty glass, frowning. "That's weird." "What?" "It tastes sweet." I lower my own glass. "It's vitamin C." Jeremy blinks. "What?" "You look malnourished." For a second, silence fills the room. Then Jeremy bursts out laughing. "Dude," he says, shaking his head. "That is such a Hayden thing to do."

he laughed throwing his head back The way his eyes squeezed tight whenever he laughed made it hard not to smile back. His jawline looked sharp like it had been carved from stone and his bright red hair somehow worked with his face like it wasn't meant to be any other way. His eyes were a cold metallic grey and every time they met mine a chill ran straight down my spine. “I’m Jeremy” he stretched out his hand to me “People I like call me Jere so you could call me that,” he said “I just want my phone back” I sighed

Jeremy got a beer, and I got a lemonade that aroused a doubtful look from Jeremy but he remained silent. While waiting for our drinks to arrive, we started talking about our lives. Jeremy specialized in traumatology and managed to do so in record time. He had started school a year earlier and this allowed him to start college when he was still seventeen and to graduate in three years, after that, he went through specialization for five years and was able to get a job as a newly finished attending. I listened to him all the time, elbows resting on the table, hands together and my chin resting on them.

“This is really good “. Nate’s eyes widened at the compliment as he wasn’t expecting it. “Even though Bryant threw it to the floor, I still think it’s really good. You are very talented—“. He paused looking at the boy in front of him. “What’s your name ?”. “Oh! Nate Davidson”. “Nate!”. A small smirk grew on his face as he returned the canvas back. “Well my name is Jeremy. Nice to meet you. And I hope I see you around again “.

Jeremy shook his head. Jeremy was still flashing the flashlight on her face. She groaned and tried to move her face, but Jeremy didn’t let her. “Open your eyes,” he asked her. Piper is anything but docile. She closed her eyes tightly. Jeremy sniggered slyly and brought his hand to her neck and squeezed. She squeezed until Piper started to see stars. She could feel her heartbeat getting slow and her lungs burning, but she was still not ready to give up. She is not going to let Jeremy win, even if it means that she will have to die. “I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES, BITCH!” Jeremy screamed and slammed her head against the tree, knocking her out cold.

“Very sure. This is Jeremy Carter we're talking about. The same Jeremy that played an entire football match with a fractured wrist because he didn't want to lose to Chicago.” I sniff and wipe under my eyes. “The same Jeremy," she continues, "that got tackled so badly during nationals that people thought he broke his spine, but this idiot stood up three minutes later and still scored the winning touchdown.” I let out a small laugh. She points at me immediately. “Exactly. You know what I mean. A man like that can't die easily. Death will probably see him coming and decide it doesn't want the stress.” Ok now I really laugh. She joins in immediately, and for a few seconds, the hospital around us