Just a Touch {boyxboy}

Chapter 9

~Dex~

It had been about a month since Hunt had told me what he did. He had dissapeared for about a week after saying he wanted to give me time to think about what I wanted to happen between us. I didnt need the time to think, I knew I wanted him. Before he even touched me and the connection happened I had been drawn to him and wanted to know more about him. When Hunt came back I told him I wanted us to be together and that I wanted everyone to know he was mine and to back off. Most of the school really couldnt car less that we were together while the other half would whisper vulgarities to us. We tuned them out though. Most of the lacrosse team was okay with us except Dennis and his lackeys whom just avoided us like the plauge. I never reallt liked him anyways so it was fine.

I sat outside in the lacrosse field listening to some music and chatting with some team mates. A few other students were out and about eting their lunches and enjoying the sun. I was waiting for Hunt to come join us. He had said he was feeling restless and wanted to go for a run so I told him I would just wait for him here.

"Okay so I have to ask Dex, have you guys fucked yet?" Laken asked me. He was a short guy with crazy blond curls that refused to do what he asked. He was always one to be blunt. His question made me choke on the water I had just poured into my mouth. Everyone laughed as I coughed and sputtered. Laken patted me on the back until I was okay. I sat up and glared at him. 

"Your an ass you know that? Plus its none of your goddamned buisness." I shoved his hand away and cranked the music while he laughed some more. I sighed at how childish he was and let out a little chuckle of my own. It didnt last though as I looked up and saw Dennis walking with two of his friends, Jay and Mitch. They were walking directly towards us with angry scowls on theur faces. I stood up just as they got to us and placed me hands on my hips.

"What the helldo you want Dennis?" I asked him in a bored tone. He sneered at me and looked around at the group of friends. It was clear he was looking for Hunt. While Hunt had stood up for himself a few times Dennis still liked to torment him. He would trip him in the halls and spit at him, but he would only do these things in public otherwise Hunt would instantly retaliate and I figured out that Dennis new Hunt wasnt human. He didnt know what he was though just thought he was some kind of monster. That thought made me angry because I knew Hunt thought he was a monster for what he did. 

"Wheres your fag?" Dennis asked with enough venom in his voice to kill the school. I balled up my fists as the anger set in.

"You leave him the fuck alone and stop calling him that!" I yelled back at his face taking a step forward. Dennis pretty much snarled at me and grabbed the front of my shirt. I reached up to pry his hands off of me when he pulled a fist back and smashed it into my jaw. My friends stood quick but I waved them away. I turned my attention back to Dennis.

"I dont appreciate being yelled at. And I call them as I see them fag." He spit in my face and I turned my head to the side to aviod getting the spit in my eyes. When I looked into the trees though my eyes widened. No, oh god, please no. I saw the vague shape of a huge wolf with white eyes that steadily turned blood red.

I turned my head back to warn everyone when Dennis' fist hit my jaw again with enouugh force to knock me off my feet. I hit the ground and quickly turned to see Hunt barreling out of the trees. I heard people screaming and saw them running but it was like everything was in slow motion. Hunt was running straight at Dennis who was shocked scared in his shoes. He was staring wide eyed at Hunt while his friends and mine backed away quickly. I didnt have time to think about what I was doing before I found my self on my feet and tackling Dennis to the ground just as Hunt pounced. Hunt landed about four feet from us and whirled fast. His eyes were trained on Dennis as I stood up with him still befind me on the ground. Hunt was growling and pawing the ground, raking his claws through the dirt making huge rips in the grass.