Project Population Maintainance- //Klax//

Chapter Two

January 5, 22xx
Afternoon-(2:01pm)

-Maxim's P.O.V-

"H-Hey Kla, can you help me-" I squirmed uncomfortably; my hand stuck under a 15 lbs weight. How does he even lift this stuff?

A quiet sigh left his mouth before walking over to me and removing the dumbbell, tossing it elsewhere, which terrified me when it crashed onto the concrete.

"Thank you," I regained my composure and gave him a soft smile, once again ignored as Kla just went on to bench pressing. Real smooth, prince charming. I looked around at the equipment. 'Do I just pick one or do I ask him if I should do something?..' I thought.

"Try running around the track," he suggested through the rattling of the weights on the pole. Is this guy Superman? Also, me running around that huge track? Pshh, nope.

A few minutes later I find myself jogging around the track, sweating bullets. Why did I listen to him? At this rate I'd be sweating off all my fat by the time I finish this lap, which might I add, I am only about a third of the way there, and it's about a mile long.

However, that doesn't sound too bad. The point is to lose weight after all, and that gives me the confidence to keep going, even if I can feel my pudge jiggling up and down as I take each running step.

I'm about halfway there when I decide to pick up speed. I find a breathing rhythm that makes it easier to run, and the adrenaline is giving me a boost of energy. For once, I finally feel pretty good about myself. I'm actually trying to make myself stronger instead of eating and sitting all the time. And for a moment, I feel great. For a moment, I feel unstoppable.

And then that moment was crushed in an instant.

I feel something hard hit me on the shin, and it causes me to stumble. Then I find myself tripping on my own weight and fall flat on my face, mainly my right cheek. I slowly pull myself up while rubbing my cheek, which has a massive bruise on it, and my knees and elbows are covered in scratches. My shin also has a bruise but it doesn't hurt as much. I find a rock just in front of me, it must've been the thing to hit my shin. Then, I look up to see a blonde, muscular boy standing over me with two other guys beside him. All of them laughing. Then I look around and see people around me who were by standing just laughing at me. Laughing at me falling and hurting myself. What is wrong with these sadistic people? I can feel the tears begin to well up in my eyes.

"Ohh, what's wrong fat boy, gonna cry?" The blonde boy chuckles, looking down at me with a smirk. Oh, how I want to smack that shit-eating grin off his face. I clenched my fist as anger grows inside of me.

"Oh, now you're mad," his grin turned into a fake frown, looking at me with teasing eyes, "what're you gonna do, punch me? You're weaker than a bunny. You can't do anything to me."

Shit. I begin to uncontrollably sob, a tear streaking down my face. I try my best to hold it in, but I can't. I yell as I feel his fist grab the collar of my shirt and lifts me off the ground. He then uses both of his hands and says, "wow, you're so heavy I have to use both of my hands to hold you. How pathetic," he continues to tease me, holding me out far enough so that my kicks can't hit him.

"Excuse me," I hear a deep and threatening voice from across the track. Everyone turns their heads to look, my eyes widening when I see him.

Kla.

"Put him down, Now." he demands, putting his face right up in the blonde's, arms crossed.

"So you're his teammate, eh?" The blonde grins, letting go of my collar to face Kla. My legs and butt smack hard on the concrete awkwardly, and I can feel the sting of the contact.

"Yes. Have a problem with that?" Kla questions, looking the blonde up and down and walking closer.

"And you decide to defend this tub of lard? He's obviously a burden on your team." The blue eyed male looked almost offended at Kla.

"Unfortunately, low lives like you," He glares at him, I can feel him tense slightly under the aura that Kla is sending off. "Are too scared to pick on people their own size."

The crowd goes 'oooo' at their counters, and I just sit and watch. I hate feeling this useless, having other people handle my issues.

I gasp as the blonde clenches his fist and swiftly gives Kla a punch to the cheek, but he doesn't budge. His head is turned slightly from the contact, but nothing more.

Kla turns his head to look back at the blonde, giving him the worst death glare that sends shivers down my own spine. Nothing is said for a moment, but the devilish grin spreading across Kla's face says it all. Someone's going to the nurse today, and it wasn't going to be him. Grabbing the blonde's arm and twisting it over his shoulder, he caused the guy to flip over his back and land back first onto the concrete, knocking the wind out of him. I couldn't help but smile.

"You guys want to try?" Kla steps on the boy's hand, the blonde yelping boy yelping loudly as Kla added more pressure to it. He slowly turned his gaze to the two other boys who were with the blonde. They immediately ran off, the blonde limping after them while clutching his crushed hand.

"Loyal friends," Kla mutters, frowning slightly before looking down to me. He reaches out a hand and I grab it. His hand is so much bigger than mine, well I have baby hands so it's to be expected.

"Thank you, again," I scratched the back of my neck and I swear he slyly cocked an eyebrow to me.

"You have two more laps," he walked away, hands in his baggy pants pockets as he went back to his training equipment.

Well wonderful first day we're having isn't it.

I look ahead of me, towards the finishing line that I almost crossed before somebody decided to take the piss out of me. I walk to the finish line, now unmotivated and butt hurt thanks to blondie dropping me on the floor. I however push on, if there is hope that I can get stronger like Kla than i'll do it.

After a quick snack break of course.