Wolf Wars

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Jake's POV

"Jakey Boi" Johnno yelled as had jogged towards the door to his house. He tossed be a can of beer and puffed up his leather jacket. "You like it, got it from the lost and found at the church for doomed youth." He smiled triumphantly, "chicks dig it."

I chuckled a bit, "you still go ta church?"

"Yeah, I don't really gotta a choice, my mom's Christian and thinks it'll save my werewolf soul from purgatory or some shit. I don't know what my dad sees in her."

"Werewolves can mate with humans ya know"

"I know, but fuck church, it's the most boring shit in existence," he replied. We stopped as we reached the living room. Various underaged teenagers were grinding on each other in a sea of drunk bodies.

"Yo Johnno! Got any food?" Hailey called from the kitchen. Johnno turned to me and shook his head, chuckling slightly, "have fun." Then he jogged towards the kitchen.

I cracked open my beer and gulped down about half of it. Then I joined the dancing mess of teens as the beat dropped again. I don't know how long I danced for, but I got annoyed when I went to take another sip of my beer, only to find it empty.

"Jake!" Johnno called, "The Dazza's doin a shoey!"

I stumbled my way outside to the small crowd surrounding Dazza. "Do it, do it, do it" they chanted. Not that he really needed the encouragement. He was so fucked, he could eat the shoe if they told him to.

The group cheered as he lifted the shoe to his face and gulped down the beer. Some fake bitch took her heel off, filled it with something and gave it to me, "Jake's turn!" At that the crowd turned to me, chanting in encouragement. I shrugged and lifted the heel to my face, drinking the liquid. I shook my head to soothe my burning throat. "YEAH!" I yelled, the group cheered too, then they moved onto the next shoey victim.

The bimbo reached for her heel and slipped it back on. "I knew you liked me!" she shrieked, and pulled me into a sloppy kiss. I just kissed back, almost on instinct. She had me shirtless in seconds and ran her hands all over my torso while shoving her tongue in my mouth. I broke from her before she could reach my pants. "What's wrong Jakey, you don't want me?"

I shook my head, my eyes searching for my fuckin shirt.

The bitch just pouted, "but you drank from my shoe" she said, "now we're practically engaged!"

My eyes widened, "the fuck it does! Go slobber Dazza, he's fuckin plastered."

She just pouted again and turned away, probably looking for Dazza. I rolled my eyes as she stomped off. I headed back into the house to see Tessa grinding against Zac. Fuck knows why but I felt angry. I shoved Zac away and turned Tessa towards me. She didn't say anything as we started grinding on each other. She was probably too wasted to know who she was dancing with. I don't even think she cared. Zac shoved my away again. I turned towards him, his expression as frustrated as my own. Tessa just stared at us, "FIGHT!" She screamed, and the grinding teens turned to us just in time to see Zac's fist hit my gut. I swung a left hook into his jaw. He seemed too tipsy to fight properly.

"STOP!" Johnno yelled at us, we both looked towards him, annoyed. "You guys should settle this the old fashion way!" He yelled, the crowd hung on to his every word. "POOL FLOAT SHOWDOWN!"

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Johnno rubbed my shoulders, "Just stay afloat" he whispered, as if the advice was golden. I nodded, my eyes narrowed at the guy on the emu floaty. "You're dead meat Zac!" I yelled.

Zac mirrored my hateful expression. "What's that Jake? You want my meat?"

"Pussy!" I yelled.

"Cunt!" He replied.

The crowd gathered around the pool fence in excitement, watching me and Zac ride floaties in our boxers. The hot sun glistened the sweat on our bodies. Some were taking bets.

"Okay listen up ladies and gentlemen! It's Kangas versus Emus tonight!" Johnno yelled at the crowd. "We got your boy Jakey riding the fearless Kangaroo Kevin!" The crowd cheered. "And we got homeboy Zac riding the famous Emu Evan!" The crowd cheered again. I don't think they really cared who won, Zac and I fight so often that no one gave a shit about our safety anymore. They seemed to just enjoy the entertainment, cause the fights I have with Zac are legendary, regardless of who wins.

"Betting pool closes in 30 seconds!" Dazza walked around the pool fence taking bets from the drunk group.

"Gentlemen, make your way to the ring. First one to fall off losses." Johnno called out.

Zac and I paddled to the deep-end of the pool. Johnno dumped a wooden plank after us, closing us into a small section of the pool.

"3..." We faced each other.

"2..." Our bodies raced with adrenaline.

"1..." We leaned forward onto our floaties. Centre of gravity was everything.

"FIGHT!"

We paddled towards each other. I splashed water at him, while he kicked my kanga, making my spin a bit in the water. The crowd cheered and Zac waved his fits in a small victory. "Yeah!" He yelled. "Entry Fragger in the house!"

I kicked my legs in the water, rotating my kanga to face his emu. "More like Entry fagger!" I lunged towards him, kicking the underside of his emu to throw him off. But he rebalanced. I got close enough to swing a few punches in his side. He kicked my kanga back, moving his back as well.

"Now you did it!" He yelled, grabbing the tail of my kanga and pulling it upwards in attempt to throw me off. I redistributed my weight to avoid tipping over.

He kicked me.

I punched him.

He splashed water in my face.

I tried to tip over his emu.

After about five minutes of epic fighting, the crowd still as drunk and wild as ever, Zac lept off his emu and tackled me on my kanga. We stared rocking the roo, trying to throw the other off. Suddenly, the roo tipped over, dumping our tackle into the water. Zac let me go and paddled to the surface. I did too. We both looked at Johnno to hear the verdict.

"It's a TIE!" He screamed, the crowd cheered and Dazza gave funds to the bet winners.

Johnno looked at Dazza, "Don't forget, the house gets ten percent mate."

I just heaved my body out of the pool and looked towards Zac. We were both tired. But neither wanted to admit it.

"Looks like you got out this time. But I won't be so soft on you next time you cunt." Zac called.

"Ditto you fuckin pussy." I replied.