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(Darius)

What an interesting first day. In just a few hours I've managed to make a friend, back him up in a fight, and hit on him in the process. All of the people at this school was so uptight, and withdrawn in their cliques. The way the brochure portrayed this place I expected a paradise. A warm welcoming for the new kids would have been nice, at least a proper introduction would be nice.

But I expected too much, which happened quite a lot. Just like earlier in Algebra 2. When Shaun and that Hybrid guy was getting in an altercation, I expected it to escalade to a fight, yet I stopped it. As awesome as it may be to witness a fight on the first day of school, I just couldn't let that guy go into the problem alone. The Hybrid seemed to be strong, and fast. I barely caught his paw. Even when I stopped it, the force sent a sharp pain up my arm. Not to mention that large scaly beast that stood a couple feet away. I'm in no way dumb, so I knew that was definitely one of those times you had to walk away.

Shaun seemed like a good guy, and that is why I helped him... Well, that's only partially true. I'll be honest. I did have other motives behind it. Something about the pit bull didn't sit right with me, but that was something I still needed to work out in my head.

The day went by rather slowly. Day, Numero Uno usually do. They say it's because your brain is still in lazy mode, so while teachers are trying to do what they do best, your mind is all the way at your home, sitting on the couch, watching ridiculous reality TV shows, or in a rare case, in the gym working out.

Despite my height, I was an in-shape, fifteen-year-old kid. During the summer, while everyone else laid around, stuffing their muzzles with Cheetos and pop, I hit the weights. There is ninety days in Summer, and each one of those days was spent getting bigger and stronger than the previous day. Workouts became an addiction of mine. I couldn't miss a day!

Classes went along quite fast today. I expected it to be one of those days that seemed to drag on forever, yet it shocked me. Before I knew it lunch period snuck up on me. Luckily, Shaun and I had the same lunch schedule. Good I wouldn't be sitting alone on my first day in a new school.

In the past, making friends was difficult. It wasn't that I had a nasty attitude, or sprayed anti-social repellent on my body before leaving home. Actually, I've had many friends in the past, but one year, everyone just started to drift away. It's funny how high school works. Rumors turn into gossip, and gossip turns into facts. Weird system, right?

Shaun wasn't the most intelligent fur in the room, but he seemed like an alright guy. After I told him I was bi, a part of me expected the worse reaction possible -I guess because it grew on me. Instead, he replied in a shocking manner. If I had told anyone at my old school, things would have definitely taken a turn for the worse.

As I walked into the cafeteria, Shaun waved a paw, showing off every canine in his muzzle as he smiled. I returned the smile and made my way in his direction.

"How's it going, buddy?" Shaun asked as I sat across from him.

"Good man, no complaints here. Have you gotten beaten up yet?"

I gave him a sly smile, before he retaliated with his middle finger. "Screw you," He shot back, giving off a smile of his own. "Are you gonna get ur' lunch?"

"Naw," I pulled out a brown paper bag. Inside held my lunch for the day. "Packed my own."

Suddenly, Shaun burst into laughter, causing me to give him a weird, yet confused look. I didn't quite understand the humor in what was said.

"What's so funny?"

He pointed at me. "What are you, five?! Bring a lunch box next time, why dontcha?"

"You're an idiot." I said in a whisper as I rolled my eyes. It was a little shocking, seeing Shaun act like this around someone he just met. This was an entirely different pit bull from early.

Shaun grinned. "Stick around; you'll find I'm a lot more than an idiot!"

"I plan to." I said, winking at the pit bull. His grin faded and a blush replaced it. Sometimes I could be a flirt, especially when I saw a confused, lost soul. Shaun was definitely lost and confused. It only made me want to feed my flirtatious side.

"So, where are your friends?" I reach in the brown paper bag, which contained my lunch and pulled out a container. Inside was a decent sized chicken breast -a great source of protein.

Shaun fumbled around, picking at the food on his plate as if waiting for the topic to change. When he finally looked up, our eyes met. He answered.

"I don't have a... set group of friends. Kinda go wherever the party is. You know?"

The pit bull quickly threw his attention back at his plate before flashing a smile. It was obviously faked. He looked so nervous. Like that question was 'forbidden'. It just made him even more lost and confused.

I took my utensils and started to cut my chicken breast, licking my chops.

"Awh, sounds fun. Do the party take you to a few enemies too?"

We looked at each other simultaneously. When his eyes met mine, I raised an eyebrow. I wanted to know what was going on between Shaun and the hybrid. It's been eating at me all morning -but I guess that's because I am a teenager. Teenagers loved drama!

Unfortunately, Shaun did not respond immediately. This must be something personal, but that didn't stop my curiosity. I squint my eyes a little, edging on a response. All he could do was sigh.

"The shit that happened this morning," he began. "With the hybrid? That was nothing. Just some stupid grudge between us. It'll never escalade to anything, I assure you that much. He's to much of a bitch to actually see it through..."

Shaun picked up his bottle of water and took a long, audible gulp.

"Bull shit!" I hissed. "He didn't look like a bitch earlier. That paw coming at you was looking to do some sort of damage, so quit with the bullshit..."

Suddenly, a plate was shoved in my direction. Shaun shoot up and banged a paw to the table, throwing a grim glare.

"Fuck you are calling me a liar! ? You don't know me!" Shaun voice was at a snarl now, gaining the attention from a few tables nearby.

"How dare you sit here and not know a damn thing about me... and call me a fuckin' liar." He barked.

In the blink of an eye the calm and playful pit bull turned into the Hulk. His posture changed into attack mode. Dominance washed over the table in that very instance, and all I could do was look at him in awe.

The intimidating glare he was giving me was still going at one hundred percent, not letting up for even a second. He took a deep breath and looked around, noticing the crowd he managed to catch. Next came words I weren't expecting at all.

"I'm done with this shit..."

"...."

"...."

"Don't even know why I'm hangin' out with this fag."

With that, the pit bull turned around, grabbed his back pack, and left without saying another word, with over a hundred eyes on him.

I looked around to see every eye was on me and quietly looked down at my food.

"Shit..."

(Necross)

Madison High. Well isn't this the most interesting school in the world. In just the first hour I almost witnessed a pit bull get his ass kicked, and before lunch two brothers were about to get down and dirty. There was nothing like this where I'm from.

My name is Necross, and I am a very intimidating Dragon from Destiny, Furlorado, one of the heaviest fur populated states in the JSA. I grew up there, living with my mother, and having an absent father. Luckily, I didn't turn out like those others who grew up without fathers: drugs, sex addictus, fighting... Well, that's a lie.

I'm actually the reason my mother and I moved, again. After getting kicked out of five schools for fighting, my mom decided to just get away from the city life; get away from all the negativeness. I wish it was that simple. I wasn't a bad kid, and it wasn't as if I was involved with the wrong crowd.

I loved to fight.

I actually enjoyed the feeling of having my fist mashed into a muzzle, and being in control of another individuals life. The power I have sends me into a high that can't be matched by any other drug. My therapist says its due to not having a father figure, my brain linking the aggressive feelings from my father to fighting. Maybe she is right, but if she is, I will always love to fight. Moving wouldn't change a thing.

The move didn't' really effect me like you would think. My mom had just moved from a heavily populated city, to some little town up north, where it's cold and wet, instead of my usual warm and beautiful scenery, and the only thing I wished was there is more fighters. And little did I know, there would be.

We moved a few weeks into the summer, so it gave me a chance to focus on finding a gym that could handle my aggressive side. One after another they failed to meet my expectations. I tried every type of Martial Arts gym: Karate, Jiu Jitsu, Wrestling, Tae Kwon Do, Grappling, and none could handle my blend of striking and street style.

After a while, I was starting to get upset. The only thing that kept me from freakin out when mom forced this move was now disappearing. My agrressive nature could be eased by the lack of competition in this town. Weeks had passed and I was not satisfied with the new living arrangements. It started to finally sink in. I would not find anyone to really connect with here. That's how it felt at least. That was until I was introduced to the PGK Martial Arts.

One day after a long day of job hunting, my mom returned home with a gift for me. That day she was given a flyer to a gym that was to be prestigious and bred a lot of UFC fighters. Once she mentioned it, I was out the door faster than a cheetah on a rocket. I rushed to the gym, anxious to meet a new opponent.

Sad to say, the teachers were great fighters, but their students couldn't seem to keep up with my movements. Again, I had lost all hope for this town, and after I sparred with the last guy there, my mind was set on getting home to curse my life silently.

And then he came in...

I was just finishing a spar session when one of the coaches, a brawny bear, was telling me I had a gift and how he wished I would continue training there. It wasn't anything special, all the gyms wanted me. I could make them good money if I trained with a set gym. As the coach and I chatted, my eyes caught something strange walk into the gym. A canine wthat looked similar to a feline, a hybrid, walked into the gym. He wore an all black sweater, with Hybrid, in big red print and a pair of MMA gloves already on his paws. When he walked in our eyes metfor a brief second, but in that short time one thing was set in my mind...

I wanted to fight him.

The coach noticed who my attention shifted to and he smiled before waving him over. The hybrid walked over, his walk broad and straight, never missing a step. He jumped in the ring and stood directly in front of me, our eyes connecting again.

"Coach." The guy said, his voice having a hint of irritation.

"Drake, this guy here," the coach motioned in my direction, "took out every one of your classmates, easily. I'm trying to get him to join our fight team..."

"But" Drake had a smirk on his muzzle as he looked up at me. "He doesn't want to join a gym with weaker fighters, is that right?" I nodded.

"well..." The hybrid took off his hoody to reveal a perfectly defined torso, his chest well fitted and abs showing ass six tight muscles. "I guess I'll give him a reason to stay..."

Drake bounced to the other side of the ring, grinning the entire time. I knew his type. The cocky, I can't be beaten, I'm God type. These were the most fun, because not only do I get to punch someone face in, but I get to punch the face of a guy who doesn't think he can be hit. That's the best victory.

The coach made sure I was willing to compete -of course I agreed before giving Drake my full attention. I gave off a large smile and then the bell rang. As soon as it did, Drake's grin faded...

We both walked to the center, touched gloves, and before I could back up, two quick jabs were thrown at me, the first missing, while the second grazed my nose. I stepped back to get refocused.

This guy was different. The smirk he wore now vanished, and his entire body changed. He bounced around on one leg, keeping the other one hovered over the ground, while his paws stayed in front of his muzzle. You could tell a lot about someone from their fighting stance; what his told me was this would be a tough bout.

The match continued. We exchanged punches, with the occasional kick. It looked as if we were evenly matched, something I rarely have a chance to experience. Drake actually put up a fight, but since neither side was showing any sign of victory, the coach would put an end to it.

After our bodies were tired and ready to collapse, the bear walked into the ring and put an end to the fight, looking at the two of us in awe. Our fight was definitely a battle of the minds, rather than sheer strength, and that pleased the muscular bear. Drake, on the other paw, wasn't so pleased. He just walked past me and never looked back. Not even the friendly "Good Spar" was said. In that moment, as he walked by, my stomach felt light, like I was floating. On that day, the hybrid had gained my full attention. I made it my personal goal to befriend him.

A month and a half later, here I am, sitting in History as Mrs. Shorts, a squirrel, lectured the class. No one paid attention, this being the first day of school. Furs weren't really focused. Instead, phones were replacing the little squirrel.

My mind wandered as well. History was my second to last class of the day. P.E was my last class of the day, so it was hard to stay focus on something as boring as History. I was kind of excited for P.E. I looked up at the clock every two minutes. Drake always mentioned P.E. , saying it was the best class. That was because of the Fight Cage. It struct my interest, because no school in the world allowed Mixed Martial Arts on campus.

The bell rang.

I shot out of the class room, jolting in the voyage through the halls.

"Now the real fun begins."

Authors Note:

My apologies go out to all of the loyal followers of this story. I have kept this chapter hidden for so long, not knowing what to do with it. Every fan of Freshmen and Sophomore year deserves better. I will try to be better for you all. Life flipped upside down during my college career and there was no real way for me to continue, but it is now two years later and I am putting out chapter 3 of a previous series written. It was once my heart and joy. Each character spoke to me as I wrote. Now, I sit and pray they'd at least whisper something -ANYTHING! If you enjoyed this story and the previous installment add it to your fave and comment. Any type of inspiration would be great!