Full Moon

Nine: Chris

The bell for the last class finally decided to ring. Gym. Yay. Stupid Alpha Dean will be there and I will kick his ass in front if the entire class. Dad was a black belt in judo and mom was a pro in kickboxing , so it's pretty much in my blood.

Lizbet let me borrow her extra gym uniform. The shirt was a bit tight but I didn't mind. I'm better kicking when I'm confined anyway.

We played some basketball and we did some double Dutch, too, but of course when I had to do something everyone had to walk away like I was a parasite.

So I shot some hoops and jumped some rope with my monitors. I had a jump off with Corey who later got tangled in his ropes and fell. When I tried to help him up Sam pushed me away and he did it. It made me now wonder one thing: Was he gay? Was he one of those really mean type of gay guys?

I didn't care. I mean, I just want to know why he hates me so much.

The gym teacher was a bulky man and was on his laptop the whole time we had class. The sparring session was at the end and we were the only ones up to fight. There were no mats and everyone was sitting on the bleachers.

The only ones on the hard wooden gym floor were me and Dean.

"Do you want mats?" Coach asked.

"No," both of us said at the same time.

"Suit yourselves," he said as he made his way to the bleachers and sat at the lowest seat. "Start when you're ready."

I cracked my knuckles and waited. We were only about ten feet apart. I was fast and I ran up to him and went to punch him in the face. When it was close enough to his face and he was going to block I brought it back and punched him in the gut instead.

He grunted. I didn't pull my hand back fast enough so he grabbed me and yanked me and I went flying. I rolled and landed on my feet. I pushed off the ground and sprung up with a kick to his head. He put his hand up and he grabbed my ankle. He brought my leg over his head then swung my body over his head and brought me down. There was a sickening crack when he slammed me against the floor.

I cough and suck in air trying to regain my breath. I thought he was going to let go but he held tight and threw my body across the gym. Like I was a sack of potatoes, he threw me.

My knees and elbows scraped against the wooden floor but I immediately skidded to a stop, my sneakers making that earsplitting squeaking noise.

"You don't kid, do you?" I said. My knees and arms were raw already.

I ran to him again and I jumped smashing my fist against his nose. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist. Dean sent his fist into my stomach, then carried me again over his shoulder and I was a sandwich between the floor and his fist.

I coughed up again. Shit. Shitty shit shit!

My head rolled back. His leg was right there. Beneath his sweats was a pale leg desperate for a biting. Without thinking I sunk my fangs into his calf. He howled and twisted my arm. His knee was on my back and he ripped my fangs away from his calf.

One hand held my wrist and the other was behind my elbow and if he put any more force on my arm it would break at the elbow. My face was pressed against the floor.

"I think you forgot," Dean began, "that omega aren't as strong as they used to be. When they're kicked out they lose all their power." He pushed my elbow the opposite way bring more pain into my shoulder. "You get yourself into trouble and that would only bring more problems for you and your family."

So what if this caused problems? We'll get through it, like we always do. My family has struggled but we wont break.

Out of nowhere I began to cackle. I laughed like a maniac as my face was pushed harder into the ground.

"You don't get, do you?" I said, "You're an Alpha so you won't get it! You can put me through hell but I'll get back up! I know pain and I'll bounce back."

I craned my head enough to meet his eyes. They were silent just like the words he didn't have to say.

"Like right now do you think this hurts?" I said. It did, believe me, but he didn't have to know that. "My father told me, 'In order to give pain, you must take pain!'"

In that instant, I lifted my body off of the ground and the pain was slow at first then it came all at once.

The joint in my elbow popped. My arm was bent in such a way that gave me leverage, though. It was also painful to feel and look at.

I heard some gasps from the crowd on the bleachers, too.

I hooked my leg up and over the back of his neck. I was very flexible. My arm was now completely broken.

With my other leg, I crossed it over the front of his neck. I pushed myself off the floor with my good arm and quickly grabbed my foot that hooked over the back of his neck.

I got Dean in a triangle choke with my legs.