Andys POV
My chest shook as a rattling breath swept through me. I kept my head down, just incase the nerves were showing on my face or, more importantly, in my eyes.
I looked up just before someone smashed into me. I hate to admit this, but the dude had a nice body. In the millisecond we were touching I could feel corded arms and rough hands. He had a tapered waist with slim but strong legs. Of course, this didn't really matter considering I was about to crash into the floor, but, a boy can dream.
"Shit, sorry dude!" A retreating figure yelled as they sprinted to the far corner of the lot, towards three other people. They were all dressed in black and seamed to be laughing about something. I watched as the wrecking ball slammed into another guy, taking them both into the ground.
I sigh. first day, and I'm all ready getting run over.
The bell went as I was pulling myself up, brushing off the dirt that still clung to my skinny jeans. I looked down to asses the damage.
I had a few new holes on my all ready shredded skinnies, a few scuffs on my leather boots, but, my black kiss vest looked to be untouched. It's the little things you gotta be great full off, my beenie had stayed firmly on my head and my tail diddnt get chrused too badly, so I guess I'm no worse for where.
There go my plans of claiming injury and sneaking home to put off this torture for one more day.
With a sigh seing that now i had no excuse to leave, i turned and headed into school in serch of room A436.
The school was a maze of random halls and scattered stair cases. It seemed to have no rhyme or reason to the twists and turns of endless class rooms.
I had a map out laying the whole school with my classes highlighted with the day and time I had them. But that just reaffirmed my belief that this place was just designed to confuse.
Following the map I headed through the first pair of blue double doors I saw, intent on either finding my room, or at least an office where someone could help me. Apparently the group of boys gathered by the doors had other ideas.
I was alerted by a meaty hand on my shoulder, the weight of it almost pushing me over. The sweaty palm lay flat against my skin, oozing onto the bare skin of my arm.
"Well well well, what do we have here? Looks like some fresh meat to me boys."
I was spun and came face to face with a broad muscled chest, covered vainly by a red wife beater vest, sporting a faded yellow logo with some type of animal in it, too distorted to be legible.
I squinted at the design trying to place it before another hand coiled it's self around my throat - my arms snapping to the rippling limb that was beginning to lift me into the air. I scratched at the arm, shutting my eyes tight as I felt them begin to glow with fear.
"What you too good to look at us?" A voice somewhere off to the left of me sneered.
I shook my head vigorously - well as vigorously as I could with a hand wrapped round my throat. I could feel a single tear escape my clenched eyes, and clearly I was not the only one who noticed.
"You can become my new little pet, meaning you'll do my home work, my school work, my tests, you'll get me food, basically do what ever I want. You can become my new body guard, pretty self explanatory. Or, you can be my enforcer, you'll make shore people follow my rules, or you'll make them wish they did.
These are your choices, you have 10 seconds to choose before I take back my choice and decide your not pretty enough to spare."
When he was done speaking, I turned to face him.
He was pathetic.
I towered over him, he must have been 5'7 at most, a child compared to my 6'3 frame.He was over weight, but under that fat was obviously muscle, and his crooked nose revealed that this guy wasn't going to go down with one hit.
The rest of his face was deeply inlayed in his skull, the shadows cast by the morning sun making his eyes sparkle maliciously, blacked by the hatred within them.
His hunched shoulders gave away his fighting style, I could practically see him pawing at the ground and kicking up the dirt behind him.
Second I gave him the chance he would rush me, assuming he was smart. If he got me on the ground, his sheer weight would prevent me from doing any damage.
I held up on hand, leaned in close and put down one finger.
"10"
"9"
"8"
"7" by this point he still looked confused. But I could tell by the look in his eye he was scared of me reaching 0
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
As I put the last finger down, he pulled back his fist, still looking apprehensive.
When his fist was about an inch from my face I ducked to the side before launching my body forwards, aiming for the sweet spot between his eye and jaw, I kicked my leg up in a swinging motion, causing him to fall face first into the floor.
When I heard the crack everything froze. His jaw seemed to slip out of its in slow motion.
There's a reason I'm a pacifist you know, once I start, I can't stop.
Seeing his prone body on the ground, eyes rolled back into his head, I felt myself lusting for his blood.
He little control I thought I had slipping away from me, if I had stayed there much longer he would have suffered far worse injures than a broken jaw.
Tearing my eyes from his body, I sent one last glare to the group, Turning to walk at a relaxed place. Keeping my emotions iced and heading straight into school.
It wasn't long before I saw my class, A436, and headed in. Fully intent on forgetting this morning ever happened.
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Weathering The Storm
Fanfiction'He's very possessive, he doesn't like sharing his affection. I'm not saying he's spoiled or anything, its just as if he needs a constant reminder that he's doing good. He's almost like a child in that way. I don't know why he needs it, but he doesn...
