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wow, fail on my part, i got ahead of myself.

here is the real part 4

Issac woke up early again, dealing with the alcohol, then leaving for his coffee. It wasn't until he sat in the cafe area did he remember his car situation. His crap car and his current lack of a job made it impossible to pay the pound for the car, and gave him no reason to get a job to buy it back. He didn't want to mooch a ride from Vincent everyday though....

He sighed, getting up to fetch his forgotten sugar and creamers from the counter. But he didn't make it, he stopped for a moment.

There stood Jeromy Andrews.

He was a tall, tan wolf who was the football teams second all-star behind Vincent. He was cocky, a Jack-ass, a regular problem for anyone non-athletic or hot, and a total self-proclaimed 'fag hater'. Trying to avoid him Issac walked quickly for his creamers and sugar and then exited fast, hopeing it was fast enough and not daring tolook back and catch unwanted attention.

His coffee now delicious, he decided to walk to school today. It wasn't so far, that in the hour he had, he wouldn't make it. Issac had his gym and school stuff on him, so no reason to return home, and defiantly no up side to taking a bus full of underclassmen who were ignorant assholes and picked on the nameless fag in the front seat like his ear didn't hear them.

A heavy paw came down on Issac's shoulder stopping him mid thought, almost making him spill his coffee.

"Wassup queerbag?" Jeromy said casually as he would a buddy, his own coffee in hand.

"I'm not dignifying that with a response, but nothing much." Issac said, a little on edge. He didn't trust Jeromy in the slightest.

"Right, well look." Jeromy stopped him, an unnerving civility in his voice. "I hear and see you've been hanging with Vincent recently. Yay!. That needs to end."

His eyes were serious but still calm, sipping his drink. The face of a spoil brat who got his way no matter what happened, and no matter who told him otherwise.

"Your not the boss of me." Issac said, walking more, unsure himself when he grew a pair. "Why do you care anyhow?".

Jeromy slapped Issac's coffee to the ground, looming over him, the comment bringing anger not shock.

"One, I AM the boss of you, got it? And two, Vincent's my friend. I can't go back on my word that anyone who hangs with you is gay, my rep. will fall". He took another drink. "So if you do like him like that, or at all, lay off, or I'll make him seem as gay as you." He snickered to himself, "Lets face it, your life sucks, do you want that for Vincent? Good, sweet, Mr. God-damn-perfect-Vincent?"

He walked away, not looking back. Issac, stood there, fuming and shaken. His rage built, his fists clenching up. This guy had always been the problem, he went out of his way to make Issac squirm. He summoned all his strength to defy the wolf, building it up.

But was it really worth it? Any defiance outright would be severely dealt with no question. Technically Isaac didn't even have to listen, he could walk away quietly and still see Vincent just as easily. But even with these thought in mind he couldn't help that the words slipped out from his mouth.

"Fuck you...". It was quiet, but heard. The wolf stopped and turned, shocked and angry, walking back towards his prey with the eyes of a sadistic predator. He wasn't gonna eat Isaac when he was done, he just wanted to make him suffer.

"Pardon?". He said, shoving Issac back with one hand. "You say something?".

Issac looked into the wolves eyes, recalling all the tortuous memories, all the bad times from day one. Then he recalled the previous night at the gym, his record speed. Issac, clenched his fists tight, prepping to run if need be, and still not sure what fed this fire in him as he continued to speak.

"I said fuck you, I'll do what I want from now on." It was bold. Beyond defiance, it was a declaration of personal independence.

Jeromy was as shocked as Issac was at his own words and boldness. He tossed his coffee aside and threw the first punch, hitting Issac square in the face, dropping him to the ground with a thud. Issac's world spun as he sat there in pain, new and alive, running wasn't an option.

"Say it again you fruity mutt!. Tell me exactly what you mean!". He kicked Issac in the gut to get his point across, not hard, but enough.

"You'll do what I want because everyone does...." Jeromy sneered, squatting to Issac's face, spitting. "So what will you do when Vincent asks you to hang out?"

Issac turned on his back, feeling at his lip and eyeing the blood on his finger. To be frank, it felt to good to tell Jeromy off.

"I'm gonna tell him..." Issac huffed, high on the adrenaline of defiance.. "Anytime, anywhere....buddy".

Jeromy laughed "Oh when did faggots get so bold?" He asked himself.

Picking Issac up of the ground and propping him, standing against a wall. He threw another punch at Issac's gut, but Issac blocked it, much to Jeromy's shock. The wolf towered a good foot over the runty dog, but Issac had blocked the punch all the same.

Then to both Issac's and Jeromy's surprise, Vincent plowed into Jeromy, completely knocking the wolf to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing!?". Vincent roared at the wolf. "Why are you beating him?!"

The wolf recovered fast, standing and whipping off his jacket of dead leaves and dirt.

"Decide right now, the team, or the fag. I can guarantee..."

"What?". Vincent interrupted "That Jack-ass Jeromy Andrews can make the whole fucking team turn against the star player? Get over yourself!. Everyone puts up with you and likes your rich dad's things. That's not a team of friends! You don't have power over me in any form". He looked over to Issac. "You Ok man?"

"Why do you care what this homo freak feels?. You got a gay crush on him or some shit?". Jeromy shot.

Vincent glared at him, scaring the wolf into two backwards steps.

"Go... Now". The wolf stood his ground for a few seconds before....

"Fine, I'm tired of screwing with this queerbag anyway". He huffed like he didn't care heading towards school.

Issac accepted Vincent's help, and limped to his car. Vincent insisted the school nurse wasn't preped for any shit, let alone serious problems, so heading to his house for Issac's bloody face was a better idea. Even though Issac insisted he was fine, they headed toward the bears home.

Issac felt dizzy and his face hurt, but it wasn't all too bad. Then he tried to stand, and ended up limping with Vincent's support into his house and up to the bathroom. Vincent knew his shit when it came to doctoring. He cleaned the blood, (there was actually a good amount of it to Isaac's horror) gave Issac a tissue and had him hold his head back for the nosebleed, and fetched a steak for the swelling.

This attracted Vincent's moms attention of course. Issac stayed on the toilet, head back stopping blood with the tissue, trying to slow the swelling with the raw steak. He was so embarrassed that he was here. Using this families food like this. Being nurtured into comfort by near strangers. It went against his lone-wolf instincts. Vincent was the only reason he let it happen, he knew that if it was anyone else he would have declined the invite all together and would be bleeding on his way to school.

All Issac could hear was how Vincent's mom knew. "That Jeromy boy was always nothing but trouble". and "Poor Issac, he should stay home today". Then it died to a whisper then a "Poor dear."

Vincent kicked the door open and his mom came in and insisted to see what had happened. Issac showed her and she gave him a warm hug, an apology she didn't need to give, and then sent the two boys into Vincent's room so the twins wouldn't know about it.

They were quiet after Vincent apologized for the sixth time. Then he just started spewing words.

"I told my mom your Bi, and I told her about your mom. Sorry, I shouldn't have been the one to tell her." he was ashamed of himself, looking down at the ground.

First Issac was angry, it felt right and it fit his morning emotions. But he gave in, he couldn't be mad at Vincent. Hell, now that he thought passed, 'telling secrets', it was better this way, he didn't have to lie or do it himself.

"Its fine, its not really a secret. Don't worry". He patted Vincent's lap, the two sat on his bed, feet on the floor.

Vincent got really serious looking. "He's a jerk. Just because your bi, he has to over-react and single you out".

"I'm used to it". Issac said simply. "I knew these risks when I came out, so don't sweat it".

"But he was my team mate. I should have stopped him!". Vincent insisted, looking at Issac's face.

"You did stop it." Isaac insisted.

"But. I. I could've done..!" he seemed flustered, furious even; why? Isaac hadn't a clue.

"You can't be my around the clock body guard dude. Really its Ok. Just forget about me I'm fine". He pulled the tissue away from his nose. "See, I've stopped bleeding" he smiled.

Vincent gave a weak smile, "You have blood in your teeth."

Isaac stopped smiling and just went on trying to re-assure the bear he was ok.

And Vincent went on not being convince, and returned the steak. Issac re-assured Vincent's mom he was fine, and they drove to school. They were both in store for an interesting day.......

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Issac had only one class with Jeromy, gym of course. The day went as normal, and Issac went to a teacher during lunch to avoid any unnecessary shit. He sat in the art room, drawing nothing in particular. Mrs. Folice encouraged side projects to help highschoolers express themselves. She blathered on about no topic in particular, Issac half listening, but giving nods, and asking questions to continue the white noise.

He knew he was in trouble with this one, two other football players were in his class as well. Jeromy had them wrapped around his fingers, so they were trouble too. There was also the fact that their coach was the gym couch as well, so whatever happened would be justified.

Issac sighed heavily as the lunch period ended, thanking Mrs Folice, he left for gym.

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Vincent got all the info he needed, he took Issac's joke about a body guard to heart until he knew Issac was Ok. He felt a need to protect the little guy. According to Isaac's girlfriends it was always bad, but now Jeromy had a reason, if a bad one, to target Issac. Vincent felt it would be his fault if Issac got hurt, and he knew he wouldn't be able to deal with that if something really bad happened. Why he cared so much so soon he didn't know, but he did, so he was going to act on it.

His heart nearly stopped when he realized Issac shared a gym class with the psycho. Jeromy was a complete douche on and off the field. A bad sport, spoiled, and to top it off, in shape......

Oh right, and he was bought out of juvie by his dad, for the sake of daddies business name. Basically, he was un-stoppable if he wanted something done. Vincent knew the only way to stop this whole thing was to make Jeromy not want it anymore; But how one makes a psycho not interested in weak prey was beyond the bear.

At the same time Vincent defiantly didn't want the shit to win. If Issac avoided Jeromy's rage, and the two still hung out, then Vincent could call it a victory.

The plan was very simple, plan A was talk Jeromy out of it. Plan B was to threaten him with public humiliation. Jeromy was a stickler for personal image, anyone putting his name in the dirt was a target. Neither were perfect, but hey, what was he supposed to do?

Vincent smiled, heading for the locker room. Jeromy would be there early. He wasn't required to participate in gym being on a school team and a senior, but he stayed. That's where he felt in control.

The wolf was punching at the air when Vincent came in.

"What's up my man?". Jeromy said, holding up his paw for a high five like nothing had happened.

Vincent returned the hi five. "Look about this morning..."

"I know, you feel terrible". The wolf cut off. "Look we all have our moments, but I'll get that little turd right now".

Vincent sighed. "No, I want you to stop picking on him. Now."

The wolves face fell into anger. "Look man, I've made myself clear. It's us, or him".

Vincent laughed in his face. "And I said it really isn't. I'll have both, and you won't be a problem. Why do you hate him so much?".

The Ass smiled. "It's on principle, it's not right for a man to love a man. That's it. I'm righting a wrong. I tried honestly to get him to stop with his homo urges, but he didn't listen".

The wolf was serious, pulling out his phone. "If your with him you cant be straight, it would be against my word as a man; therefore against my principle, and must pay for your acts as well".

Vincent eyed the phone.

"If you won't agree with me, then the word gets out you two are a gay couple. After school, in the car, before school, it's all your private loving time to the eyes of the populace". He held up a finger to the send button. The reciever said 'to all'.

Vincent swallowed, then acted on instinct. The wolf was a good foot shorter, and much lighter then Vincent. The bear paw grabbed his arm, twisting until the phone fell and the wolf squealed.

"Ffffuck bitch!!" the wolf stammered."You asshole!!" His eyes screamed furious, a red and crazy stare. "You'll pay!".

Vincent let go, holding the wolf against the wall now, face to face with his victim.

"Look Jeromy, this shit ends now. That little guy is under my protection. If I hear you did anything to hurt him, you'll pay in my own version of revenge". Vincent smiled now. "How long will your rep. as a bad-ass last if the 'general populace' knew your cocks as big as your heart".

The wolves eyes widened in shock, his ears fell back like he was punished, then rose again in frustration.

"That's low".

"So is picking on someone for their sexuality, ass wipe". Vincent let the wolf down, leaving. "Sorry it came to this."

"Me too". The wolf replied.

Vincent got a text, turning to the wolf who had his phone in his hand, and a smile on his face.

"Oops".