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The next several days passed quickly. Aden made my life hell. I'd pass him in the hallway, he'd try to trip me. I'd be running on the track in P.E., he'd try to outrun me (notice I said try). He'd push me against the lockers in P.E. I didn't dare retaliate. If I did I'd be in it for good. The only times I saw Aden at his worst were during showers, and basketball. His ineptitude was giving me strength and I found myself trying harder than ever to beet the cocky bastard. On Friday though, things changed.

"Ok, I need you guys to concentrate on your shooting skills. Pair up, Willson, Franks um.....Pete, Tom,.....Aden, Dex....."

I heard the "aw fuck" behind me. Trust me, I wasn't pleased either. I sure did like to look at Aden, but he was such an ass. I'd learned through rumor here at school that he was the quarterback, and was the most priggish of all the students. Someone had muttered "figures for a horse." I guess the equine breed was true to it's heritage. Stallions were prideful, boastful, and uncontrollable animals. They could be down right mean. I knew very well. My grandfather's old stallion had bit me once in the ass as I passed him one day during breeding season. It had hurt like hell.

"Ok, each team take a basket and a ball. You're playing H.O.R.S.E. Looser for each team runs a half mile after."

Aden glared at me. Both of us walked over the wooden floor to the hoop, Aden had the ball. One of the sit-out teams (too many guys and not enough hoops) watched us to keep score. We'd at least have to be civil to each other. At least I hoped he would be. Boy was I wrong.

Aden took his position and took a shot. He missed.

I quickly grabbed the ball and shook my bangs out of my eyes. I took my shot, it went in.

"H for Dex" one of the students, a red-head named Cory yelled. Coach Wilke , over by the other wall nodded.

Aden shot me a look. His eyes narrowed. He took the proffered ball from a student and took his position, and took a shot. It missed again. He swore under his breath.

I took my position and the ball. It went in effortlessly. I couldn't help the grin I gave Aden as he passed grabbing the ball with his thick fingers.

"O for Dex" a student shouted.

Aden's next shot was way short. I quickly grabbed the ball and took my position, taking aim. The ball went in again.

"R for Dex." Was the call again. So far I was far ahead of not only Aden, but my other students.

"Watch it asshole...." Aden whispered as he passed.

Aden finally made a shot.

"H for Aden."

He gave me a sour equine grin as he passed me the ball roughly.

Fucking ass!

I hate to admit I had had enough by this point. The fucker wanted to taunt me, fine. He wanted to pick on me, fine, but I was going to beat his ass.

I sunk my shot.

"S for Dex!"

The students were getting excited. Apparently it wasn't often anyone beat Aden at sports.

"Whats the matter stud? Can't get the little ball into the big round hole?"

I knew the words were a mistake as soon as they left my mouth. Aden showed his teeth to me. Not smart Dex.....so not smart....

Aden missed his next shot by a mile.

A student passed me the ball. I took it, and made my shot. My heart dropped when the ball went in. Oh this was not going to be good.

I glanced over. Aden shrugged and retrieved the ball.

"E for Dex, that's HORSE!" Someone shouted. I turned to face Mr. Wilke..

The ball hit the back of my head so hard I was knocked out.

**

I woke up in the nurse's office. There was a bag of ice under my head and my mother was fuming down at me.

"What?"

Was all I could get out.

"You are grounded."

"WHAT?" My head pounded.

"You heard me."

My mother pursed her lips. She rarely did that. If she did that, I was in deep shit.

"What did I do?"

"The coach told me what the students told him. You mouthed off. What did I tell you about behaving?"

"But...."

She crossed her arms. "I don't care. You can go to your precious track tryout tonight, then it's back home. No video games, no computer, nothing all weekend.

"Fuck!!"

I slapped my hand over my mouth. My mom's eyes narrowed. "Try me buster!"

**

The try-out was an ordeal. My head still hurt, and I had a bit of a lump, but my times were good. I'd made the cut. I got introduced to the team. "Frank, Henry, Blake, and Connor." The last was the tiger I'd seen earlier. He gave me a very toothy grin and welcomed me to the team. The others laughed good naturally and Frank gave me a high five.

"What's that for?" I asked the sprinter.

"For taking old pony down a peg. First time he lost at anything here. Or at least anyone dared to even try to beat him" Frank chuckled, his pimped face shining in the sunset.

I rubbed the back of my head. "Yeah, thanks for the reminder."

Connor kept his arm around my shoulder. "Was it worth it?"

I nodded. It had been.

**

The weekend passed slowly. I have nothing to report. What? You want me to sit here and tell you about how I counted the dimples in my ceiling? How about the heartwarming chat from my father. He'd yelled about discipline and acting my age and not mouthing off. Oh yeah it was such a wonderfull fun filled action packed weekend. The height was when my brother came home drunk off his but. It directed the parents to him for a bit, but that was short lived.

**

Yeah, I'm Aden, equine and quarter back for the team, and I'm in detention. It was so worth it though. That fucking little twerp bested me at HORSE. Yeah that irony was not lost on me either. No one, and I mean no one bests me without paying a price.

Heh. Well the last I heard he was grounded. Really? What parent does that anymore? What is he twelve?

Crap hold on.

"Battle of Hastings." The history teacher nodded.

Its bad enough I'm stuck here in detention but Mr. Crabbe, yes funny name, also makes it a chore. He likes to have "quiz time" and "short story writing." The winner gets to leave early.

Where was I?

Oh....yah, Dexter. Blondie. I thought he was cute at first, for a human. I'm not really into humans, or really all that gay either. I've had my fun of course, who hasn't, but well...

Anyway yeah it was me that shoved him. I'd hope he'd get the hint and back away. The last thing I need is a distraction or a crush. I really don't need competition either. He didn't take the hint though. He kept coming after me.

Then he sat next to me in English. Great....now that tight little body was sitting next to me. I tried to drive him away. Did that work?

Nope.

Then there was the whole track thing. I didn't mind he out paced me in the warm up lap. It wasn't like I was really trying. I'm not on the track team anyway. Bunch of pussies.

Hold on.

"July 1775."

You're wanting to ask me about the whole shower scene don'tcha? I don't blame you either. Yes I wear a swim trunk. Why? I'm not about to get hard in front of strangers. It doesn't take much to get me turned on. I'm lucky my jock does the job of keeping 'it' distracted all the time during P.E. And my cup holds it in during practice. The pain keeps it down. Stuffing myself into speedos does it too.

And there he was, in the shower, standing right in front of my stall. His chiseled lithe body. Fuck! I had a date that night. Do you know what kind of thoughts like that will do to a Stud like me when he's around a female? Yeah, it makes things awkward. I knew those thoughts were going to be a problem. I know he was watching me. Standing there. I could smell his precum from where I was. This nose isn't just for decoration. I could also hear his intakes of breath.

Oh for fucks sake, hold on....

"Winston Churchill"

Yes! I'm winning so far.

Anyway....I knew what would happen so I tried to get him away from me. I gave him a nice swat on the ass and told him he was a perv. My date that night sucks. She was a looser anyway. What did I care.

So what did he do next? He beat me in HORSE.

The ball hitting him in the back of the head sent him to the ground. I felled him like a tree. Coach Wilke was not happy. Well, neither was I, so we're even. I spat out what the little fucker did to me. What did that get me? A lecture from Coach about humility and a three mile run.

The run I didn't mind, but I'm not some dumb human kid. We equines don't do humility. Not well anyway. I let him rant on, nodding my head in submission like a nice little colt, and then did my run. My dad wasn't happy about the incident, but he did laugh when I told him why I did it. He slapped me on the shoulder and drove me to detention with a promise of beer with dinner tonight.

God I love my dad.

Jeez...not again...

"Ummm....Gadsden Purchase of 1854"

Phew! That was a rough one. Still winning!

So what am I going to do now?

I have no idea. I do have a bit of a plan, but letting you know what it was would spoil it. If the punk can't take a hint I might have to take a more direct approach. Lets see, we tried bullying, nope, calling him a nerd, nope, besting him at sports, nope, calling him a perv, nope....hrm. I think I have an idea...