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Chapter 2

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Caleb

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School sucks! Everyone knows this, and deep down, they all feel the same. Class after class, assignments being pilled... The best part of school is when the last bell ring! From the time I step into the halls of Madison High, my mind was on getting out.

Today made day three into the school year. Teachers became comfortable with students, and vice versa. Now homework was given every night, by the bundle. The first day of school was over, and which each passing day the excitement and energy declined in every student.

The last bell of the day rung, classes emptied as students made way for the exit. I walked out of the building, looking around to find any familiar faces. Drake caught my attention. He made his way towards me, sweating.

"Today was hell!" He said, letting out an angry growl. "Coach had me running laps, and on top of that, someone threw up in the boxing ring!"

"Damn dude." I shook my head and started walking. "At least you had PE and shit, I was stuck in Algebra, listening to that old ass Turtle talk...this...slow..." Each word was dragged out as I imitated my Algebra teacher, Mr. Angar.

"Psh! His class is easy, I usually just sleep through it... Speaking of which do you have the notes from today?" I nodded.

"Good!" Drake said. "I was so bored with that old man and the two sitting next to me!"

"Who?"

"Amber and Tyran!" Drake growled and sighed, his pace started to increase.

"Didn't know Tyran was in your class..." Tyran was an old friend of ours. The little lion was in our circle, until we started smoking marijuana. After that he became distant, and now he just acted like he was better than us. It didn't bother me one bit, but Drake took it hard when he left.

"Yeah," Drame growled. "He sits in class talking to Amber! It's stupid, he knows how she is! That trick would give it up to anyone, why waste time with her?"

I shrugged, my back slide off my shoulder a little before I placed it back in the right spot.

"Let him make his own mistakes, dude. That little bastard can go fuck himself..."

Drake snarled and rolled his eyes, clenching the straps on his back tight. He squinted his eyes and continued to walk, not saying anything. I never understood why my cousin would stress over Tyran. When the lion was friends with us Drake always made sure no harm came his way. Anytime Tyran was in a tight spot Drake would swoop I'm and save him. Tyran was not the biggest guy out there, and strangely he lacked size when it came to being a lion. Drake looked out for him, and for Tyran to just leave only showed that he didn't appreciate any of my cousin's help.

I hated seeing Drake angry, his entire presence was different. He was more enjoyable in his "I Don't Care" state. I knew exactly how to bring out the best in him.

Our walk home consisted of a few blocks, and walking through Canker Park. Canker Park was the shortcut before our own block came into view. As we walked through the park, I found a nice bench and sat down, pulling my back pack to my chest and apprehending a sac of marijuana and cigar.

Drake sat down next to me, his mood still dampened from the talk of Tyran. Drakes striped ears splayed against his noggin with the strap clenched tight within his paw. He looked so angry. Today really must have been horrible.

I took out the supplies and started rolling the marijuana.

"Someone told me there was a party at the end of the month..." My paws were hard at work as I twisted the cigar, emptying the old content and replacing it with grind up bud.

Drake leaned back, still a little stiff.

"I hate parties in August... never really a reason to throw one..."

"Yeah," I licked the cigar paper, sealing the content inside and pulled a lighter from my pocket. "But chicks and our favorite girl is going to be there.... MJ!"

Drake chuckled and looked in my direction before giving me a shove.

"Shut up and light that shit!"

We both laughed as I sparked the lighter and kindled the cigar. I pressed it to my lips and inhaled deeply, taking in as much smoke as I could. Everything rushed out when I coughed and quickly passed the cigar to Drake. He took it and repeated my actions, minus the cough.

"You know..." Drake paused and looked at me. "We should kick it with Brandon and Max tonight, see what they're doing."

Drake handed me the cigar. I hit it twice, quickly, not trying to cough up a lung again.

"Sure man... Brandon knows that guy, Ace, with the nice place and all the video games and liquor..."

"Cool, lemme call him so he can get everything straight with Ace."

Drake pulled out his phone and dialed Brandon's number. While he was engulfed in his conversation, I took my own phone out and called someone. This someone was a girl named Samantha, a red fox with long black hair, and a nicely curved body. We met yesterday in our Public Speaking class. Didn't take long for me to get a number out of her.

I found her contact and hit call, letting it ring a couple times before a cheerful voice answered.

"Hello? Who am I speaking with?"

My ears laid flat against my skull, feeling sort of hurt she didn't know who called.

"Umm... It's me, Caleb, from 4th period..."

"OH!" Her energy was released in one word. "That cute Hybrid!"

I blushed over the phone, erasing all past doubts or self-esteem issues she created at first.

"Yup that's me... What's up?" I leaned back and folded my arms, the phone held up by my shoulder and ear.

"Eh.. Just getting home and starting this mountain of homework! Why what's up?"

I chuckled. She seemed so excited all the time, a great attitude and uplifting spirit.

"Going over to a friend's tonight, probably going to drink a little, ya know?" She giggled. "You should come, bring some friends..."

"I could bring my friend, Clair! She's a raccoon that loves to party!"

I nodded, as if she could see me through the phone.

"That's cool," I turned to Drake, whom was still talking on the phone. "Two more people are coming..." He shook his head and went back to his phone call.

"Ok, we'll be heading out at eight." I explained. "Meeting up at Canker Park."

"Ok, see you at eight, sexy!" With that, she hung up, leaving a blush that stained my cheeks.

***

Amanda

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Have you ever felt I attractive? Ever woke up and looked in the mirror, noticed your hair is messed up, teeth incredibly huge, and the waste of a thirty year old? That is exactly how I felt everyday of my life, and probably in the afterlife.

I'm Amanda Smith, and I am one of the worse species to be -A bunny. There were a few reasons why I felt this way, starting with the height. I was just over five foot, every bunny had a curse when it came to height, none surpassing five foot eight.

The other thing I hated was how our asses looked. It seemed as if the short gene we received worked paw-and-paw to make sure we looked short and stubby.

The last reason I despised my own species is because of the obvious -our buck teeth. Whenever I smiled they would poke over my bottom lip, or even when I chewed. It was so embarrassing to have friends look at my tooth front teeth as I talked with them.

Furs often say I have a problem, because in they're eyes I am fine. They think just because I am on the cheerleading squad that I am sexy... That wasn't true at all. The body I deserved not of a bunny! I couldn't wait to graduate in four years to have surgery done -I'd be a hot foxy lady even if it killed me.

"ONE...TWO...THREE!" I panther screamed with such enthusiasm. She turned around, clapped twice, and mixed in with a group of girls. They swung their hips and performed flips, all ending in creating a pyramid.

I stood in the gymnasium, watching the girls practice there hearts out. Today was one of those that kind of prevented me from doing anything that required... Strain.

The black panther stepped away from the pyramid and gave brief look. She clapped her paws, yelling "good job" to all the girls. Her name was Veronica, one of the swiftest, flexible cheerleader in the state of LiNoise. This year was her last, being a senior. She would spend her final year being cheer captain the Little Devil squad.

Cheerleading was boring at times. It required me to stay after school, instead of returning to my bed in the evening like most teenagers. At least nothing was forced onto me today, saving myself from the crushing second layer of the pyramid. Since I didn't have anything to do, I resorted to my best from -the ePhone.

The cellular device kept me entertained until Veronica released the squad. They all went into the locker room to grab their belonging. One cheetah made her way in my direction, a friend of mine, Amber.

"So how did we look?!" Amber asked as she approached me.

"Awesome, girl! Like you were cheering for a professional team!" She wiggled her little hips and winked at me.

"Thanks! Ready to go?"

I jumped up and grabbed my purse and cell phone!

"Yeeesssss!"

After sitting at a practice two hours after school ended, was not fun at all, especially when all you had was yourself and a phone, not to mention my best friend was actually practicing. She was the main chick I texted.

We both walked home together, talking about classes and cute boys, our main discussion set in on the cute guys. Our eyes wasn't set on any of the older guys, we tested our own waters first.

"So what's up with this Drake guy? Still giving you the cold shoulder." I asked.

Amber frowned and folded her arms, pouting.

"Yes!" She blurted out. "That jerk doesn't give me the time of day... Usually he just stares into space, tapping his pencil on the desk, or playing with his phone... He just ignores me..."

I rubbed her shoulder, attempting to comfort my friend.

"That's a stoner kid anyway, probably to high to even get it up anymore."

We both shared a gut-busting laugh. Amber may seem like a cold blooded fur, but she actually has feelings. They are usually masked by the pain and heart break from the past. The cheetah was never good at picking good guys. They always used her, and then moved on. Eighth grade scarred her, for life.

Amber sighed.

"He maybe a jerk, but he has a heart... For the past few days Tyran and I have been hanging out, and when we are in class with Drake, it just seems like he's in pain." She explained, slow. Her voice had a serious edge.

"Sometime I look over at the hybrid and see him staring, with those piercing black eyes... At first they were scary, but today I saw a little bit of pain in his eyes."

I simply said, "Awe" and she continued.

"I asked Tyran why did he stare... He told me there is bad history behind it, and that drugs tour them a part... But for some reason I think it's something different..."

The replay of what happened between Drake and Amber quickly caught my attention. Drake seemed like the perfect guy, so mysterious. Those type of guys were always the sexiest in my eyes. A sense of adventure was such a turn on! I had to meet him, to figure him out...

***

Brandon

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Today had to be one of the longest and most exhausting. Once school ended football practice was held, as it eight hours of hell wasn't enough. School was to draining to spend an extra three hours.

I walked out of the locker room, just finishing a hard days worth of drills and sprints. Coach would work me extra hard. Once he found out I was decent at Running Back, he quickly gave me to position, leaving a lot of the guys upset.

I left as everyone showered. Showering at school wasn't for me. It wasn't from embarrassment, or a fear of being nude, just a choice. All of those guys walking around with their junk swaying often excited me.

I'm Brandon Petro, your average fourteen year old, five foot ten inches, well structured, bear. I had short, caramel fur, soft as a human's baby's bottom, and light brown eyes, which received compliments daily. For a bear, I had a decent body, working out every chance, and staying active: strong legs, arms, thick chest, and a hard belly. Sadly, I didn't have abs, but it still hard as a rock down there.

My body was a work of art, and I took pride in it, staying in shape for my peers, mainly the male crowd.

A very important detail you must know... I was gay. Not many people knew this about me, especially not the school. My parents knew, they didn't care. Since my dad is gay there wasn't much of a problem. I also told a friend of mine. This certain friend was Max Wesley, a husky.

Max was a friend if mine since grade school, and was open to my sexuality, especially since he was gay as well, and the fact that I was his first. We weren't together, our relationship strictly friends only. We were both very attractive guys, just wasn't interested in one another.

I waited a while outside of the school, checking my phone every so often. Soon Max would be released from a chess club meeting, and we would regroup with Drake and Caleb to head to another friend of mines. Max exited the double doors, waving in my direction, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Duuuuuddddddddeeeeeee!" He walked over and we shook paws. "I'm ready to get faded! Those nerds are nerve wrecking, man!"

I gave a light chuckle before heading off in the direction of our destination.

"You're a nerd, dude..."

Max glared at me, his black ears stiff.

"Screw you..."

"When?" I said and winked, causing the Husky's face to turn a crimson color.

Max looked in the direction opposite of myself, still blushing. "You're an ass."

I rolled my eyes, keeping in the next remark. Max and I joked a lot, more of the dirty jokes came from my end. I always had something clever to say; Max reacted the same each time, shying away, and blushing.

"You know it!"

The two of us walked to Ace apartment, silent, the only sound coming from our phones as we listened to music, and cars passing. It took us forty-five minutes, including the time we spent stopping at a store to buy a snack. We arrived at eight. Ace was home, he let us in and explained the rules, and how he did not want any trouble. We weren't allowed to bring over the set amount of people. The furs that would be here tonight were: Drake, Caleb, Samantha, Clair, Max, myself, and Taylor, a friend of Max.

Ace was a tall, jet black, 23 year old, wolf, with white tipped ears, and a white tipped tail. He wasn't your average wolf, the guy was a charmer, and his body was heaven-sent. Compared to furs like Max and Jakob, he was a God.

Once done with Ace's lecture, I asked if I could use his shower. I was a little musky from practice, and I'm sure none of the guest would appreciate that odor. I dropped my backpack and made my way to the restroom to shower.

Once in the bathroom, I jumped out of my clothes and looked in the mirror. I really did have a nice body. Every muscle could be spotted, pushing against my fur. My brown fur was so amazing. Soft, yet hard underneath from the muscle building up.

I continued to look myself over myself, then began to flex. I felt weird showing so much interest in my own body, yet I couldn't take my eyes away. I performed the superman pose, saying to myself, "I'd fuck me..."

"I definitely would..." A voice said coming from the doorway. I quickly shifted my head to see Ace standing in the doorway, leaned, and pressed against the door's frame.

I blushed.

"What's stopping you?" I said, grinning. Ace walked over, looking down at me. He was tall, over six feet!

He jerked his head and pointed to the living room. "Your boyfriend is in the living room."

Ace grinned. I hated the assumption of Max and I. We were only friends, have been since we were younger. Max was hot, no doubt about it, but he wasn't my type. To be honest, I had feeling for someone else, and that someone was Ace.

Ace, for the longest, has taken care of me better than my own parents. He bought me clothes, took me to the gym, and allowed me to use his place whenever I pleased. Not only that, Ace was my first, being the one to take my virginity. The bond I had with him was stronger than anything... I'd do anything for the beautiful wolf.

"He's not my boyfriend..."

"Oh good, that means he's probably nice and tight." Ace now gave a toothy grin.

I looked up at him, slightly, and smirked. "Who said he's still tight?"

Ace and I laughed. He patted me on the head, shaking his head in disbelief. The wolf knew that he had rubbed off on me, with my clever remarks, and dominant attitude.

"To cute... I'm going out tonight, probably in an hour or so. Lock up, and do NOT invite anymore furs over, you got that?" I nodded, willing to follow his instructions.

Ace turned around and left the bathroom, leaving me completely nude, blushing under my Carmel fur. I just noticed how Ace walked in while I was completely exposed. Bet he received an eyeful.

I rinsed, lathered, and repeated, making sure to not to smell like a jock strap. Once I put a fresh we of clothes on I received from a drawer in Ace's guest room, I made my way to living room.

Max's friend had made it. He was a jet black wolf, tall, a little big to be Freshmen, but not in a bad way. The wolf that went by the name of Taylor had a very shy side, no saying much to me. It didn't bother me.

"So, Taylor, where are you from?" I asked.

"Umm.. My mom and I moved here from Fewt, Dalrado. Heard about the school here and my mom wanted me to have a fresh start."

Taylor smiled, but it was fake. He forced the smile for some reason, yet I was the only one to catch it. Something was up, but I didn't want to pry, it was none of my concern.

"Oh cool!" Max blurted out. "You're enjoying the town at all?"

The wolf nodded.

"People here are nice, but I kinda miss my home... I grew up there, you know? Starting over is hard." Taylor said with a sigh.

"Don't worry man, you can chill with us,"

'Speak for yourself' I thought.

For some reason I wasn't fond of this guy. He was secretive, and quiet. Cute, yes, but not someone I would allow myself to befriend. The wolf almost felt like a threat. Max was my best friend, and now all he talks about is Taylor.

"Thanks!"

The Lupine's tail wagged gracefully as he smiled. A knock could be heard. Max and Taylor sat down on a soda centered in the middle of the room, while I answers the door, letting Drake, Caleb, Samantha, and Clair in.

"Hey my peeps!" Drake said upon entering. He walked ran pass me and jumped in an empty space on the couch, causing Taylor to retract a little.

Everyone else entered quietly, making sure not to react the same way. Once settled in Ace came into the living room to see who all was there and if the heads matched the number we gave him, his eyes darting over everyone.

"What's up, Ace?" Caleb said, nodding.

"Sup?"

"Just chilling man," Caleb took the seat next to his cousin. The couch was huge, already holding four furs, and probably would fit the rest of us. "You have some pot laying around?"

Ace fished around in his pockets and pulled out a small bag containing a large bud. He tossed it to the Caleb, and the Hybrid caught it, looking up with an enormous grin.

"Thanks!!"

"You owe me a dub five," Ace gave the hybrid a serious look and then walked out.

Caleb looked up at everyone and clapped his paws together!

"So how about we roll this shit up and get the party started!" The hybrid pulled a cigar out of his pocket, then took his backpack off, only to remove a long bottle of brown liquid. "I took this out of my dad's room..."

Everyone cheered and gathered around for the liquor. I didn't understand why they were so excited; we had school tomorrow, and curfews, but I closed in with the others and joined the party.

Hours passed, bottle nearly empty, and cigar blunts were smoked. We were all wasted, just sitting down with a mound of food beside us, watching reruns of Mouse, M.D. There was no longer any adult supervision. Ace left around ten, so we were all alone, just enjoying the night.

Samantha and Caleb found a nice place I the floor. They lied there, talking in a whisper and giggling to one another. At times she would lean up and plant a kiss to the hybrid's muzzle.

Drake and Clair was positioned on an end of the couch. She sat on his lap, they were passing a cup and small joint back and forth, along with a few kisses as well.

On the other end of the couch, Max and I sat. I sat on the couch, but he was on the floor next to me, his head leaning on my leg. I honestly didn't know if he was sleep or not.

Taylor was the only one not in the living room. The jet black wolf could be seen leaning over the refrigerator.

I bumped Max's head with my leg, his ears perked up, and he turned around to see what I wanted.

I leaned over and whispered. "Let's go to the back..."

Max and I stood up and walked to another room in the house, passing Taylor. We went into a room, a little larger than a normal room. It was empty really, only holding a bed. I sat on the bed and looked up at Max, my vision a bit blurry.

Max looked around the room in a daze, stumbling a bit, his tail wagging furiously. He gave a small chuckle and sat next to me, his shoulder touching mine.

"This room brings back memories, eh?"

I looked around. The room was a lot different back then. The TV was sold a while ago, and now the only thing left was the bed and a dresser.

"Yeah... Good times."

I looked over at the Husky, gazing into his hazel eyes. Memories of what happened in this exact room flooded my mind. This room was the one Max lost his virginity in, in this exact bed.

Max met my gaze. It wasn't clear why we weren't together. In a way, I had feelings for him. He had my back, and I had his, since the first grade. We'd probably make a pretty cute couple, too.

We continued looking into one another soul. The reflexion of myself in his eyes illuminated, and I was lost. Lost in a sea of emotions, so many running around, wild, at once.

Desire

Lust

Pain

Doubt

Jealousy...

Our muzzles moved forward, closing the space between us. I could feel blood boil under my fur. We were so close, and with each breath I took I became nervous. The nervousness set in only till our lips met.

Max pushed against me, our lips fused. Tongues battled for dominance. The only thing I could feel is a rush of happiness, how are lips met and filled me with warmth, but as the old saying goes, 'nothing lasts forever'. Max drew back from the kiss and stared at me, blushing. I reach out a paw and gently placed it in his cheek.

'What do I do Ace...'