Love Bites

Chapter 2: First Sight

Zoey stretches out her leg and reaches over to touch her foot, stretching out the muscles in-between. She was sore and her head was pounding from yesterday but was it worth it? Yes. It helped her cope even if it wasn't in the healthiest of ways. 

It was starting to affect her health it seemed, she was feeling more and more tired lately but it didn't matter. She needed this more than resting.

"Zoey. Are you listening to me?" The dirty blonde haired man sitting next to her waved his hand in her face as they stretched for their spar practice session.

His name was Michael and he had a small build for a man and was a little on the lanky side but he wasn't exactly someone to mess with either. He was Zoey's best friend, they've known each other for 5 years since she graduated high school and joined T.E.R.A. They had joined together.

Zoey snaps back from spacing out, "Oh... What?"

He sighs, she was so spacey lately. Of course he knew why, everyone knew why at this point. She was a highly respected squad commander with a bright future to take over after her father before it got out that she was romantically involved with a werewolf. If it wasn't for her father being the director, she would have completely disappeared instead of only being stripped of her rank and position at T.E.R.A. She was now one of the most hated and disgusted people there for associating with them, the enemy.

"I said... you need to focus. I know you're going through some stuff but you can't keep spinning out of control like this. I'm worried about you."

She gets up off the mat after finishing her stretches, just as Michael finishes his. They take their respective fighting stances, "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm fine."

She throws the first punch which he dodges with ease, then grabs her wrist and twists it behind her back, "Are you? Because I seem to be noticing a lot of hickeys on you lately." He looks at her neck to see 2, along with what looked like bite marks on the nape of her neck, "Like today."

Her back was to him so she took the opportunity to put her foot behind his and throw him back, releasing his grip on her as he fell to the mat below them. She then climbed on top of him and put her arm to his neck without putting pressure. She told Damon not to leave hickeys on her body, she was going to kill that bastard for ignoring her, "What does it matter what I have on my body? Are you jealous Mikey?" She smirks as she sits on top of him and stares him down, "Want me all to yourself? Maybe you should have just asked." Some of her red hair was starting to stick to her face from the sweat along with her spandex and white muscle shirt.

He rolls his brown eyes and throws her off of him as he sits up, "Stop playing Zoey. I'm being serious. At least tell me this, is it with the same guy? Is he clean? And is this guy human at least?"

She gets up from the ground, completely avoiding his gaze, "It doesn't matter who he is so don't worry about it. I'm fine." He sighs, he knew she wouldn't answer him but he at least had to try. So he gets up from the ground to go another round. They take their respective stances once again as Zoey smirks at him, "You know it's too bad you're gay. Maybe it could have been you."

He laughs and throws a kick toward her which she dodges, "And who would be the dominant one?"

He really loved Zoey. Most of the operatives at T.E.R.A. were men and once they found out that he was gay, they avoided him completely because they were afraid he would do something to them but not Zoey. Her and her inappropriate comments were welcoming no matter his sexual orientation even though she had a bitchy way of showing it sometimes.

"You never know. I could be the dominant one if that's what you're into," she raises her eyebrows suggestively, throwing a punch.

They were interrupted by two men walking by, "Well if it isn't the were bitch and the twink."