All Good In Me Is 'Cause A' You (Soul x Classic)

Chapter 2

! The Narrator's Point Of View. !

"Leave me alone." He hissed at the two players, whom he was taller than both.

They didn't. Oh, the idiots. They kept insulting him and barraging him with comments they thought were witty (they would have been if they came out of literally anyone else's mouth).

He growled. He put his phone in the back pocket of his pants. He was getting ready to fight.

Nightmare had looked over. "Shit, you think that kid's really gonna fight 'em?" Classic tilted his head. "Wha--?" He turned around and saw the tall, white wolf, cracking his bones.

"FifTyYYyYy BuCKsss OOooN RcCCcc." Error chimed in, they could barely make out his sentence, but it was close enough. "Same for me," Nightmare remarked.

Horror retorted with, "Raise. 100 bucks on the QB and LB." The white wolf with black streaks from his eyes, who they called Killer, also chimed in. "Eh. 100 bucks on RC." Dust shrugged. "100 on Kelly and Sweeney." They all looked at Classic. He froze. "U-Uh.... well, I don't give a shit who wins really for any other reason. I don't think that kid can fight anyway, so QB and Line backer for me, 150."

"Damn, hard bargain, Classic." Horror declared. Classic smugly shrugged, as everybody turned their attention to the three wolves.

RC smirked. He was looking at Kurt, but he did the 'snake-eyes' thing and kicked Ram in the balls. Ohhhh, shiiiiiittttt.
Kurt charged at him, Soul's response was moving, grabbing Kurt's arm, and body slamming him, hard onto the ground.

When Ram finally recovered from the cheap shot, he threw a punch at RC. RC did his best to dodge, but it hit his head, stunning him for a few seconds.

"Fuck." He uttered, Ram charging at him this time. He ran straight towards the wall.

"What the fuck is he doin'?" Classic asked, clearly confused on RC's tactic. 'Holy shit, he's gonna get his ass kicked.' He thought, smirking.

Instead, the tall, fluffy tail ran up the side of the wall and backflipped behind Ram, and shoved him onto the wall, pinning his arm behind his back and twisting it.

The ones in the group who bet on Kurt and Ram stared wide eyed, in shock.

Kurt got back up, holding his head. He started to jump at the other wolf, but he stopped when he saw something he thought was horrifying.

The supposed alpha wolf had an orange-glowing gun to Ram's head. "Unless you want his brains all over the floor, I suggest you back the fuck up." He growled, menacingly.

Kurt obliged.

The gun disappeared and he let Ram go, the line backer stumbling to lean onto his best friend.

The alpha shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off out of the cafeteria.

"Holy fucking shit, he won." Killer muttered somewhat loudly. "Pay up, fuckers." Classic face palmed and rolled his eyes. "Fuck me."

Dust tossed Nightmare and Error each 300 bucks, paying for himself and Classic. Classic looked over. "Dust, you didn't have to do that." He said. Dust shrugged and messed with his hood. "Well I did, and you know them, so I ain't eva' gettin' that 600 back."

Classic snickered. He turned his gaze to the door RC walked out from.

"Not bad, dude. Not bad."