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Chapter 2

When Coach Addison initially stepped from his office, the Gym had immediately dissolved into a state of silence; the Friesian Stallion, whom was massive in stature to any student or adult at the school, stood with thick, ripped arms crossed across his chest. His body looked like vein was dilated, and a wire had wrapped around the crease of every muscle, making them bulge outwards with hyper-definition!

"Good morning, students! I am Addison Nolen, Coach Addison for you!" Addison grinned widely as he tucked a thick green folder under his arm and stepped forward, looking over the group of about students. His greeting was as enthusiastic as he could muster without sounding like a salespersons and he chuckled as the students mumbled in return.

"Please, don't say hi back to me!" Addison began with lighthearted sarcasm, crossing his thick arms over his tight, neon-green spandex tank top.

"Good morning Coach Addison!" The students replied in unison with more vim, though there was a great level of muttered chatter amongst them all.

Addison laughed brightly and began the roll call, looking up and taking note of each student, gauging their confidence and energy by their replies. When roll call passed, he moved them to the floor and, wasting no time, immediately divided them into five lines, and stood in the front, his hands clasped together. He looked over them with jubilant optimism as ostensible by his smile, and scintillating amber eyes.

Whoa man, coach is fucking hot, Clyde thought to him-self as he waited in the middle of the third row, where Addison stood. _He has some fucking nice legs, and eyes. God, why does EVERY hot guy have to be unavailable? _

"As you all know I am a personal Fitness Instructor with years of experience training abroad, and while there will be regiments implemented for the men and women of this gym, I have instituted my own program. Now--I understand some of you will be playing sports under my supervision, whilst some of you will not. We will perform regiments that you have likely _not_done; a lot of what I do now is inspired from Eastern cultures."

"Coach Addison," Clyde began a little slowly, raising his hand. "Will we practice Qigong?

"Dude, you ask the weirdest questions." Marius said to Clyde who shrugged, muttering that he just liked to know things!

"What is Chi-kong?" A student inquired from the bleachers, "Isn't that like--Naruto crap?"

"Chi-gung," Addison corrected with a cool smile. "And it's a Chinese art of rhythmic breathing and fluid body movement. Naruto--no, they have some childish idea of how it works where chakras are superpowers. Forget that nonsense."

"Isn't that yoga?" Another asked quickly, "Doing like those weird stretches like the Karma Sutra?"

Addison chuckled and shook his head while the gym filled with laughed, and various students asking what positions were real, or made up. Addison quelled their curiosity, shushing them.

"Mrs. Shields and Ms. Hill are long time friends of mine, since school, and I can say this now--you will need all the stress relief possible to handle their classes! So, let's begin; and remember, follow my lead and be as relaxed as possible!"

The class laughed and Addison laughed alongside them, calmly answering every question to clear the air of misunderstanding; he immediately got the feel of the students, and recognized the same curiosity. Clyde's question showed that at least one student knew something about what Addison studies.

When the Qigong began, there was a group apprehension at the effectiveness of it and Addison anticipated this. He explained to his students that he was a licensed Qigong instructor, trained by Master Jaewoo during his seven-year sojourn overseas.

The students began loosening up in the following ten minutes of Qigong and the Gym was very quiet as they practiced deep breathing and standing meditation exercises. Addison observed that one boy in particular, the golden dragon from earlier, followed his instruction with a great fluidity, and ease. Addison was keen to observe the dragon that was a strange mixture of confident in his movements, but had a certain disposition of seemingly being out of place. Addison realized he was the only reptile in the room and was curious to see how Clyde would adjust him-self to the class.

The practice ended within ten minutes, followed by Addison instructing them to prepare to warm up with jogging intervals, and Plyometrics, and then followed Addison to the inner gym, where the equipment was stored. The students divided them-selves, while the second Coach began warming up the students of their regiment from last year, while implementing Addison's suggestions.

Clyde had retracted him-self from the noisy environment and sat down at a bench with a pair of twenty-pound dumb-bells while Static-X played in his ears. He drifted into thought for a few minutes while he exercised per Marius's instructions. His chest flies were strong; he started off on a solid seventy pounds, which Marius admitted was not surprising given Clyde's size. The dragon did three sets and then dropped the weights, wondering if he could jump up to eighty, but Marius gave him eighty-fives and commanded nine from him instantly!

"Don't you be a bitch!" Marius taunted him, "You know how you spell your name? B-I-T-C-H!"

Clyde laughed at him and struggled to push the weights up, too distracted by the banter from the dog. Furthermore Marius reminded him that with every press he was saving an animal from starvation, failure was against god, etc,. It was hysterical to Clyde who could barely keep his focus until he shut the dog out, and did three sets of five, dropping the weights with a hot, shaky feeling at his pectorals!

"Come on, kids, I do not want to see any of you being lazy!" Addison called from the gym as he meticulously monitored every form, and breath. He was almost fanatical with how closely he inspected the students, though he remained at a distance, making sure never to be overbearing.

Clyde smirked to him-self as he examined the coach's back muscles and ass from afar, darting his eyes when Addison moved about, to avoid him being caught. He felt a streak of being naughty for doing so, after all, this was his first day and all ready, he found 'eye candy'. He would turn to the wall and continued working his arms until Marius gave him the signal to change, the dragon nodding and moving to work on his preacher curls, which were exceedingly difficult. The burn in his muscles was intense, and he had not felt it in ages: he stopped to breath, panting at times, and struggling to keep up with his more physically adept peers.

The dragon bobbed his head as Negative Format's remix of Jagged Edges played, and at the same time, Clyde's tail swayed on the floor beneath of him. It was momentarily embarrassing for the dragon, due to the fact his tail was stepped on often by others. From across the room, Addison had bent over for a moment to retrieve his clipboard from the floor, and at the same time, Clyde's eyes roamed, and caressed him from the distance.

Holy shit, you could crack a diamond on those butt cheeks, Clyde smiled widely and laughed to him-self, rolling his eyes to his own comment. Marius would instruct Clyde from the other bench, gesturing for the dragon to move to another exercise, and Clyde followed obediently. It was a thrill to be working out, even though he felt he was noob-ish about the whole process.

"Hey Clyde!" Addison began, sitting next to the dragon on an empty bench, "Do you mind if we speak for just a moment?"

Clyde turned his red eyes up from weights and nodded, removing his ear buds. "Yes sir--what can I do for you?"

Addison took up a pair of thirty-pound dumb bells, looked at him, and spoke in a calm voice as he performed his curls. "You know, you're the only student who actually knew anything about what I was explaining! I bet you are a fan of fighting styles that use the idea of tranquility, particularly in Wing-chun!"

"Well--haha, yeah I do! I mean my brother taught me a lot from his training, and I kind of picked up things when I was younger too." Clyde admitted with a level or pride and smiled his large toothed grin, "How did you guess, Coach Addison?"

"Ah, let's just say that I'm good with people! It is one of the benefits of being a people person!"

Addison laughed brightly, "Besides, it was obvious you're knowledgeable of the East! The other students--" he leaned in to whisper, glancing over his shoulder, "Well, I would not trust them to water my house plants, know what I mean?"

Clyde smiled a bit and sat up right now with a stroke of pride in his gut. "Well--I like to read! So it gave me the upper hand: never thought I'd meet someone in a place like this who knows about it too. Kind of wicked, ya know?"

"So I assumed!" Addison smiled, stopping to brush his mane from his chest. "So, you are a new student here, probably from up north, right?"

"Is it that obvious? We sort of had to relocate."

Addison laughed, "I know my town well! I was a student here, so I can spot someone who does not seem familiar; that is by no means a bad thing. So, your brother is Army?"

"Yeah, he just got back, and we've been here a few months. Mom got a new job at the Hospital with her sister, and dad works on and off."

Clyde set the weights down and rested his claws on the edge of the warm, leather seat, turning his attention to the coach. Addison was extremely big, with shoulders so broad Clyde felt dwarfed by his musculature, admittedly feeling intimidated at first by him.

"So what is your brother?" Addison turned his head over slightly and began working his triceps individually. "I had a few friends join up after school ended; two are in the Special Forces, right now."

"Jordan is Special Forces too, but he is home now. After an encounter overseas, he was discharged with two fractured knees and broken ribs. He is also partly blind in one eye," Clyde sighed and shook his head, "Dad is not happy."

Addison nodded and gave a slight frown, "I can imagine having a son injured must be pretty damn stressful; how your mom handles it must be like any mother, right?"

Clyde shook his head with growing frown. "No, more like--annoyed he is back."

"Ah, I see." Addison set the weights down and lifted his thick arms up ahead, stretching them, "How is he, your dad?"

Clyde rolled his eyes and sat back a little more, "Well--he's an ass, to put it bluntly."

"Give me a scale of one to ten," Addison gestured with his hands, laughing lightly. "But in all seriousness, if I may, what is it like?"

"Ah--my dad, has this bad sense of entitlement. I am pretty taboo in my house, ya know? My dad rejects almost everything that I say, and he's like--I dunno, O'Reilley, or something. He's vehemently asinine, and Frederick Nietzsche would roll in his grave."

Addison flashed a very wide smile and laughed much louder, patting the dragon on his shoulder. "You're a wise kid. How old are ya?"

"I am sixteen, and I try." Clyde humbly admitted and laughed lightly, crossing his arms as he recounted all the hours of studying he put in, even before school started.

"You know Clyde, I was watching you work out with Marius; he is a good motivator, very industrial!" Addison flexed his arms and laughed, relaxing the swollen appendages on his lap, "You seriously thinking of joining the weightlifting team, or just trying to get fit? You could get pretty big!"

"The biggest thing on my body is my--well; ONE of the biggest is my brain!" Clyde laughed and Addison shrugged him off with a snort, pushing him on the shoulder.

"Ah, kid, I like you! Please, call my Addison! Now, if you'll excuse me, I think one of the new students is misinterpreting the weight bench as a bed."

He stood up and wondered off, while Clyde, feeling the excitement of befriending his coach, joined up with Alex and Marius.

"Heeey, Marius, you actually planning on not being suspended this year?" Alex called from a bench, sitting up and brushing his golden fur clean, his tongue lolling to the side of his snout. "You know, man, your mom can't keep you on the team this time around, after what you and. . ."

"Ah shut up Alex!" Marius scolded with a snort, casting him a glare and folding his ears back from the snicker.

"What happened?" Clyde asked as he retrieved water from the fountain.

"Marius was nearly suspended from the team because his English was a D, last year." Alex chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Marius is really just an idiot at heart! What was it man, three weeks of straight tutoring to get you up to a B, and even then, he didn't remember his shit!"

"I'm telling you, man; Mrs. Shields has it out for me! Every time I make a bad grade she lets me know it, and everyone else, uggh!" Marius rolled his eyes, growling with some annoyance. "And then, she friggin' hovers around me, just watching me, and shit. God, I hate it."

"You hate her because you haven't met her where she is not being professional." Addison interjected as he did lunges with a pair of forty-pound dumbbells in each hand, turning his eyes to the students and spoke between squats, "She is--actually--really nice! Just talk to her casually--or don't fail her class!"

"You know her?" Marius began unsurely, "Coach?"

Addison nodded as he continued, "Yep, all high school I had her, and Mr. Hand!"

"I bet she gave you the same shit huh?" Marius scoffed, shaking his head, "Her and Mr. Hand have hated me since Freshmen year, and I think before, too!"

"Asking for help is a sure fire way to get them on your side." Addison replied between breaths.

"Eh--" Marius gave a shrug, turning his nose away, "I dunno, dude. I prefer having someone who isn't a cranky, old cat."

"Believe me, she is like Mr. Hand! They are the toughest, but nicest teachers in the school! If you do not ask for help, you will probably fail because they think if you are not asking for their assistance, you are confident enough to do it on your own! And if not--well, you get what happens." Addison dusted off his hands and put them on his hips, "Trust me, Marius, you need to listen to my advice."

"Nah man," Marius scoffed again, "Last year, she gave me an F on a paper, because I didn't write how SHE wanted me to! "

"Well, that's going to fuck you over." Addison bluntly began and took a sip of water whilst the students muttered about him cussing. "Sacrifice your pride if you want to get anywhere son, that is how it is life!"

Marius turned and looked at Clyde, "Hey--Clyde, you're smart and less scary than Mrs. Shields, maybe you could help me out, eh?"

Clyde laughed brushed his hand over his shoulder, "Well man, I'll do my best! I mean, I'm not Jesus or anything! So--teaching the Rancor about alliteration. . . "

"Oh you can fuck right off!" Marius laughed loudly along with Clyde, who as well snickered to him-self.

Addison glanced to the dragon for just a minute as Marius and Alex drifted into conversation with each other. He smiled as Clyde joked about with them, nodding to him-self and continued assisting the other students with their first, light day.

The period finished off with a series of cool down Yoga exercises with the coach before they were dismissed to their first break period. Clyde lingered behind at the bleachers as he picked up book bag, waving off Marius and Alex as they walked by. He hopped down the bleachers with a smile of optimism, and landed loudly on the floor with a squeak of his sneaker.

"Clyde!" Addison called to him as he exited his office, locking it behind him.

The dragon quickly walked to him and nodded with a smile, "Yes sir?"

"I just wanted to wish you a good day, and also, you looked a bit--," Addison thought to him-self, "You looked like you felt out of place, in the weight room."

Clyde flicked his tail, his yellow scales flushing a bit. "Uh, just not used to it, you know? Being the only dragon here and-- being out of shape too." He yawned, rubbing his snout. "And I am really sleepy. My little brother wouldn't go to bed last night."

Addison laughed and nodded. "Gotcha, gotcha! Well hey; if you ever want to drop my room, talk shop, you just let me know! I have a feeling we'll touch on several subjects with intimate familiarity."

"I will, coach. Thanks a lot! I have study hall at third period after break, mind if I come here?"

"Not a problem at all, you just let me know in advance! Now get to homeroom before you're late!"

Addison waved to Clyde and Clyde waved back, walking with a renewed fervor from the gym room and to homeroom. His new friends and few of their own friends greeted Clyde, and he casually introduced him-self, making sure not to be too formal. He always did it when he was nervous, and played down everything in solecism for the rest of the day.

The rest of his day was a relative breeze, introductions into the class and assignments came, and Clyde was more than prepared for the new curriculum, or the FCAT preparation. He spoke with Marius and Alex about it, exchanging Facebook with them, and Addison, when he saw him later that day again. Clyde, jubilant and full of vim, picked up his little brother from his school and headed back through town passed Davis, and US90.

As he neared his home, passing the church, he frowned a little bit more as each step brought him further from his sanctum, and closer to a dysfunctional house.

"Cwyde!" Alvin said loudly as he squeezed his brother's big hand, "I want you to see my dwarwing!"

"Ok Alvy, let's get inside first, I am hungry. What about you?" Clyde smiled, "Want something to eat?"

Alvin looked up a little bit, and then shook his head, tugging Clyde's hand. "I want n-n-nezkick!"

"Nes-qwick," Clyde correctly, going "Qwih, qwih," to his brother to teach him the pronunciation.

"Butt head!" Alvin protested as he huffed out at his brother, "Fat butt head!"

Alvin struggled for a moment before they went inside, and as bright as Clyde's mood was, shining past his rutilant scales, was extirpated in a trice. He sighed under his breath as a hot and moschate house greeted him with a boom of noise, and the putrid smell of cigarettes.

In the living room, his brother sat back on the couch, grinning at the television while his father, laying back in a dirty tank top and jeans, did not take his eyes off the screen. His mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner before she went to work for the evening until the early hours of the morning; she was busy on the phone with her friend Misty, chatting about some ghost show.

"Out of milk, again?" He asked, "Want me to go get some, mom?"

Clyde's mother spoke into the phone to one of her friends, holding up a finger to him and he nodded, moving away from the Kitchen nook to the dining room by the sliding glass doors. He set up his laptop and closed his eyes, sniffing the air and curled his lip up at the pungent, noisome odor of cigarette smoke. As he stood up to open the back door, he complained under his breath, as was habitual to do in his home amongst everyone.

God dammit, why is dad down stairs, he turned his eyes to his left, glaring at the wall leading to the living room,fucking dick, just wants to ruin my good mood.

"Cwyde!" Alvin protested from his left, holding up to him a picture, "Look!"

He held up the finger painting, looking at what was a family picture of yellow dragons, with Alvin sitting on Clyde's shoulders, or what Clyde thought he was doing. He chuckled, shaking his head and pat his little brother right on his snout, playfully shoving it around, "This is wonderful, Alvin. Go show mom, and then put it on the fridge."

"No fridge, you take!" Alvin demanded, furrowing his brows. "Dad mess it up!"

"Hey Alvin, you want to go to the store with me?" Clyde asked him, "You want chocolate milk?"

"Sleepy." Alvin said, tugging down on his green shirt with his hand and yawned. Clyde picked up his brother and carried him upstairs, taking Alvin into his room, and then headed down stairs past the living room.

"God dammit, I am sick of people walking in front of this TV!" Clyde's father snapped, "Make up your god damn mind what part of the house you want to be in!"

"Oh calm your shit dad, it's just a TV." Jordan groaned and rolled his snout away from his dad. "Go upstairs and watch it if you need to yell about EVERY person who walks by!"

"It's MY god damn TV and I don't need his FAT fucking ass blocking the god damn screen!" George snarled and turned his hazed eyes to glare at his son, and Clyde returned the scowl, with his head turned away.

Why don't you just fucking kill your-self, Clyde glared, thinking harshly, you stupid fucking ass hole!"

"Did you hear me, boy?" He taunted, "You gonna stand there with a fucking issue?"

"Oh hang on Misty. Hunny are you gonna sit there and throw a fit? Seriously--a house full of children; never get a break, right? So anyways girl . . . "

Clyde sighed and ignored his father, stepping quickly through the living room and tried to ignore the occasional outburst from his father. The night droned by like any other, eventually his father headed upstairs to his room, giving Clyde the sanctity of the downstairs. He felt wholly unsatisfied by his mother's cooking, and grumbled as he studied his history, and math. His stomach grumbled and he felt sluggish, like his blood thickened with oil, and rolled his eyes, drinking water to detoxify the flavors from his mouth.

Seriously--how can she boil chicken in barbeque sauce, and call it food? God dammit, mom--you watch Good Eats, take notes or something!

He sighed and opened up his Facebook, replying to a few messages from old friends and the new friends as well. He browsed the status updates, rolling his eyes at the endless chain messages and religious propaganda that his aunt posted.

<<Yo, wut does 'verisimilitude' mean? Asked Marius, I dont understand this word.

>>It means the appearance of being truthful, Clyde instantly replied.

<<Kthax. Wut about veracity? Marius asked again, I hate vocabulary!

>>It means corresponding to truth, Clyde chuckled, replying. Dude, just look it up in the book, or Dictonary.com!! XD

>>Theres a site for that shit? LOL! God damn you nerd. Also dude that one chick Ebony has the finest ass, damn, did you see that rack?

BLOOP!

Clyde tilted his head as he looked over to see a new message window appear.

<<Hey Clyde, how are those arms feeling... and, clever name 'SirFrumpleton'!

>>Thanks, dude! Lol! My day was good, coach, but man, my arms feel like noodles and shit! DX

<<Lol. You have no idea what muscle failure is! BRING ON THE PAIN! :DD

Clyde laughed as he began typing out his reply, but paused when he heard his father laughing upstairs vociferously, and followed by his brother cussing relentlessly. He shook his head, replying to Addison and his two friends. The Stallion showed a playful and very casual nature, which Clyde enjoyed, finding it unorthodox and enjoyable!

<<So are ya thinking of weightlifting? Addison asked, I cant read your mind over facebook! Lol!

>>Haha! Maybe. Marius wants me to. >__> But I dunno. I just wanna look better, lol!

<<Go for it! I think you could do fine, Clyde! And with me teaching you you'll knock them out of the park!

Clyde laughed and shook his head, Well you're ok--you know, for an old guy! Roflcopter!

_<<. . . _

<<Well Clyde, guess what?

<<Detention!!!

<<Yep, here comes hell! A cornucopia of misery awaits you! :3

>>Fffffff! ok, well fine then! Just don't let me look like an idiot!

<<Well I can help you out there! LOL! Tuesday we'll begin, but I will need to gauge what you can do. So get ready for muscle failure!

>>Oh... well shit, thanks... XD

<<Haha, all right kid, I'm headin' off, see you tomorrow! Stop giving Marius the answers to his homework, cause that is called CHEATING.

>>Whoa, wait, what? D:!!!!

<<PSYCHIC! BAI! :D

At that, Addison went off line and Clyde snickered as he closed the conversation, finishing the others with his friends. Upstairs there was a heated conversation brewing, and at first, he was unsure if it was laughter or another fight. Agitated voices followed vociferous and unintelligible derision, and then the heard the precursors of an argument. After taking his computer and supplies upstairs, he quickly moved into Alvin's room, shut the door, and sat beside his brother who was asleep in his small bed. His mom would have left work around six and would not be home until the next morning, and Clyde honestly hated her being gone, she was the only one who could pacify his dad.

He looked over at the sleeping hatchling, taking a pillow from Alvin's bed, a small blanket, and begun to lie on the floor beside of him, closing his eyes. He listened to the voices across the hall with a numb mind, a buzz in his head telling him it was just a normal altercation, nothing too extreme. He turned onto his side, uncomfortably sleeping on the floor and eventually falling asleep around two in the morning.