I took a seat near the corner of the Spanish class while the others dispersed to their assigned desks, which were scattered around the room. My eyes darted around the class as I looked for Eric. I may not look it but I love to fight and the feeling it gives me. The adrenaline rush, the feel of skin bruising and bones breaking under my fists, the thrill of a challenge, and my favorite part is putting those assholes in their place. I lost count of how many fights I've been in, but I know that I didn't, and never would, cause them. My dad said to me that you never start a fight, but you can sure as hell end them.

He told me to never let people walk over me like I was nothing. He even trained me to fight like a soldier and showed me a few tricks he learned back when he was in the U.S. Special Forces. I've never lost a fight thanks to his training. Still got the 20 gauge he gave me after my first fight. He knew I loved guns so he bought me the shotgun to show how proud he was that his son would stand up for himself. He even gave me my truck after a fight. The principle was pissed, but dad couldn't have been happier.

“You know what I say bud, tell me what ya broke on 'em and I'll add up the points." He used to say and a broken jaw, nose, 2 black eyes, split skull, and 5 missing teeth added up to a new truck. We left the town dealership with a new Ram 1500 longhorn that is sitting in the school parking lot.

'Let's see if I can rack up any points today' I thought with a grin. I tapped my leg against the desk impatiently as I waited for Eric. I calmed myself and stilled my leg when I caught the gaze of a Rottweiler that looked ready to kill. My grin widened, 'jackpot'.

“Well what do we have here?"

God his voice was awful, it sounded like he swallowed broken glass and nails.

I ignored him to see if it would piss him off like it did everyone else before him.

“Well, answer me skinner, what are you…scared" He looked annoyed that I didn't respond. My smirk must have pissed him of even more   because he went from annoyed to angry as he quickly approached me. My expression stayed the same when he grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me up and got right into my face.

“If you don't want me to break you, then I suggest you answer me human. Why are you in my school?"

“I suggest you put me down before you get hurt."

“Don't make me laugh human; you think I would ever be scared of a scrawny little weakling like you." He scoffed as he put his muzzle a little closer to my face.

“You would let him kiss you and not me." A familiar voice shouted with amusement.

I chuckled at Matt's comment and at the speed Eric had distanced his muzzle from me.

“Shut it faggot" he yelled back insultingly.

'And now you messed up'.

 I took possession of his right arm and twisted until he cried out in pain and tried prying off my hand. He couldn't get me to release my iron grip and dropped to one knee as I kept twisting until it reached the breaking point. I lowered down to his ear, knowing I had his full attention.

“Listen up ya little prick and listen good, you will not mess with me, my friends, or anyone else in this school, and you will show everyone some respect, or so help me I will break this arm off and beat you with it…got it?" I whispered into his ear.

He looked at me with tear filled eyes and nodded. I loosened my grip and he quickly retracted his nearly broken arm and retreated to his desk.

Everyone stood in awe at the spectacle they had all just witnessed. I sat back in my desk as a lion entered the room.

“buenos tardes clase." he sounded happy as he greeted us and began calling roll.

“Mr. Rowan, may I go to the nurse?" I grinned once again.

“What's wrong Eric?"

“He just got whipped by the new guy" Zack answered for him.

Rowan's gaze was now directed at me.

“Is this true…" he looked down at his roster, “Eli?"

“You can call me Buck, and yeah I did."

“Well then I would normally have to send you to an administrator, but I'll let you off with a warning since you're new and I'm sure he deserved it."

“Gracias Señor Rowan."

He smiled and sent Eric to the nurse before he started teaching.  I already had a good hold of Spanish so I simply tuned him out as I began to doze off.

“Buck."

“Qué" I blurted out as my eyes shot open and I turned to somewhat annoyed lion.

“There is no sleeping in my classroom."

“Lo siento señor" I apologized.

It felt as if I was sitting there for hours while staring at the clock and watching each grueling second pass by. This was one of my fears as well…repetition.

'Come on ring already.' I mentally pleaded as it finally neared the release time. It seemed to slow down as it got closer and closer until the bell finally rang its sweet song and ended my torture.

'Thank God.' I grabbed my bag and made my way over to the door with the others following.

“Buck, how did you do that? No one's ever stood up to Eric but you brought him down to his knees…it was awesome." Ryan exclaimed excitedly.

“He insulted my friend, what else was I supposed to do? I sure as hell wasn't just gonna let it slide." I turned to face Matt, who had a wide smile on his muzzle.

“Yeah, thanks for sticking up for me…he tends to pick on me the most because of what I am."

“No problem bud, if he ever messes with you again just come and find me and I'll show him how much of a mistake he made."

I saw a small tear escape his eye and pure joy in those hazel irises.

“You got it mate." I was a little surprised when he wrapped his arms around me and squeezed softly. The only thing I could think of was to return the embrace. I placed my hands on his back and rubbed softly. This was his show of appreciation for my words and actions. He released me without another word and we made our way to our next and last class.