(REWRITING*) JOCK'S SECRET

Drinks and Depressing thoughts

Brad's P.O.V:

I was practically dragged out of the house by my sister, u know the 'more commin in movies' situation - One shoe on, ruffeled up shirt and a missing sock - the usual, she shoved me into her car and sped off to the nearest bar, conveniently it was 20 minutes away.

She parked outside and gave a mixed look of sadness and joy "Stay here. I'll be back in a flash." She bolted out of the car and after 3 1/2 minutes re-appeared with two bottles of vodka and a 6 pack under her arm. She threw them into the back and sped off again, she bairly passed her drivers test btw's so I was currently fused with my seat "Who's she?"

Neu's P.O.V:

I slammed my head into the steering wheel, my hands were getting numb as I held onto the wheel like my life depended on it... and to be honest, it did.

My heart was racing and tears were burning my eyes, the recently re-aquanted friend I had hoped to leave behind for a few more days. I was sobbing, sobbing like a baby. I wanted to leave, I wanted to go away forever, I wanted my own life. But... something held me back, I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to hold me. Show me affection. Show me love. I wanted to be happy... but... I would only hold him back.

My tears fell quicker, my heart thrashed into my chest, acking with pain. My body was trembling, all I could see was him. All I could think of was him. He had taken over my mind now, those bright silver flecked eyes, that chipped K-9, those dirty paws and that idiotically scruffy hair. I saw Aiden. I though of him even though he was gone. He was everywhere... and nowhere. His heart was here... but also 300 kilomiters away.

I could hear his voice everytime I look at Brad "Your gonna get him killed. You freak. You fag!"

Brad's P.O.V:

After a very, VERY, VERY awkward car ride my sister pulled into a dirt road, she parked next to a run down old cabin, behind it there was something amazing, something that helped you escape your own world, you could see the entire town, the lights made it look like magic and the stars added a special calming mood.

My sister pulled me out of the car, dragged me past the old cabin and pushed me onto the grass "Take this bottle and three beers. Then tell me her na--" I sighed loud enough to shut her up "It's a HE not a HER so zip it and sit your cheap ass down Beck." My sister and I are... distant at best but we love eachother to death "Fine skank. But tell his name first."

I glared up at her, she was always driving me crazy but I knew she cared "His names Neu. A wolf at my school. Now sit down pussy eater!" "Ass kisser!" She plopped down, a sly grin covering her face "Is he gay? Bi? TELL ME!"

Neu's P.O.V:

I slowly wiped my cheecks and scrated at the matted fur, the sun was bairly breaking over the horizon and my breath caught in my throat "I passed out again. Old habids I guess."

Mumbling to nobody in particulat but myself, my ears ached and my eyes burned. Crying had a weird affect on me, it made my body numb, it made my nose and ears hurt and I remember once in 2nd grade my nose even began bleeding. Turns out I have a sensitive body, funny right. But that's why I started football in 5th grade. It made my body stronger, outwords anyway.

Sighed loudly I moved from the front seat to the back, my whole body was aching from my strange sleeping possission -and- the wailing like a big baby part. My whole confidence wall was gone, small voices slipped thought my mind "Worthless" "Pitiful" "Weak" "Kill yourself queer"

These weren't new voices or thoughts, just more old friends I wanted to push down and ignore, even forget about completely.

"My names Neu Mitachi, I'm 17, a student at Greenwood High, I'm a timber wolf with bright blue eyes and mud coloured fur, I'm an only child, my father's the town drunk and my mom's the helicopter, I work at Luxy's Diner, I'm gay, I'm roughly 6ft, I'm muscular, I like the colour lime and I love music" I kept repeating the same facts to myself, over and over and over.

Brad's P.O.V:

Groaning lourly and grabbing at nothing I lift my brick like body from the damp and cold ground. I bearly remember last night, I know we drank, got more vodka, drank more and so on. My sister was still sleeping so I pondered a difficult question, puking behind a tree or ontop of her? Such a difficult choi-- "Puke on me and I'll rip your scales off big boy."

40 minutes and A LOT of puking l8tr:

Slowly, carefully, QUITELY my sister and I snuck into the house, fortuanely for us it was 12:30pm so mom was at school.

My heart ached at the thought of Neu being there alone but there was no point in going. It's Friday so school's ending in 30 minutes, really no use running in last period and making up a dumb lie that would get me detiontion.

Slowly we sat on the soft, cold and relaxing sofa, my head was pounding so silence was the optimal solution. My SISTER didn't thinks so and began blabbing, I blocked her out... mostly 'God dammit woman. SHUT UP!!! God... kill me please.'