Marked (malexmale)

Chapter 5 (Part 1)Speed is Key

"Just forget it," I say, feeling frustrated. Why can't he just leave me alone?

"No! Answer me, Basil!" Leon shouts as he grabs my wrist.

My body reacts instantly to his action, dropping myself to the floor as I swing one of my legs toward Leon. He manages to dodge my kick but it caused him to be unbalanced. I seize him by his elbow, pulling him down to the ground while pulling me up to a standing position. I look down at Leon to see him staring, wide eyed, at me. I glance up at the class, they giving the same stare.

Uncomfortable and embarrassed, I offer Leon a hand up, "Sorry, I overreact sometimes."

He stares at my hand for moment before breaking out into that weird grin again and takes my hand. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you to talk about it."

"I'm not against talking about it, now is just not the right time," I say, motioning my head in the direction of the class.

"Oh, right," Leon says sheepishly as we continue our walk to I think the weights room with the class cautiously closes the gap behind us.

As we enter the room, I can't help to feel a bit impressed with state of the weight room. The room was split with the main floor housing all the machines designed for improving arm and core strength, a full sized boxing ring, and more open area for sparing. Then there was balcony set up with treadmills, treadclimbers, and exercise bikes. The left wall was covered in mirrors whereas the right was made of windows. "Not so bad for such a tiny town, huh?" Leon says, his eyes shine with pride.

I shrug, making his chest deflate a little. The class file in behind us and Easton makes his way to the front before looking at his clipboard. I take this time to let my raven, as paranoid he is, inspect my classmates. All the guys look about the same in build,taller than me with wide shoulders and packed with muscles. Leon being the tallest and the strongest looking out of all of them. Of course because he's the future Alpha from Dante told me before he left.

There was some division between the girls of the class though. Most of them definitely weren't here for a workout, I conclude from their fake nails, bottle blonde hair, heavy makeup, and altered gym clothes meant to show as much skin as possible without breaking the rules. They are here to hook up with a high ranking wolf, aiming for Leon but willing to settle for anyone that falls for their seduction. Those girls are glaring at me, but I'm more scared of the other girls in the class.

They are all of different sizes and shapes, but one thing ran the same in all of them. A fierce competitiveness that feeds their need to win, to strive for the best of themselves. Each one is molded for their choice outlet. My raven runs on overdrive to study them and record its observations.

"CROSS!!!" Mr. Easton's voice brings me back into control of my thoughts.

"Yes, Mr. Easton," I say flatly. Easton forms a glare in my direction.

"Gear up! You're first in the ring today. You're going up against Shelby. Leon, help him get ready," he orders before giving everyone else directions.

Leon nudges me in the direction of the equipment. "Way to get on his bad side, Basil."

"I don't think he has a good side when you're new," I answer honestly, not caring that Easton probably can hear me with his wolf hearing.

Leon helps me with my headgear, his hands grazing my skin a few more times than necessary. Weirdo. "If you run into trouble, you can stop the fight at any time. Okay?"

"I'll be fine. I already beat you, didn't I?" I answer him with a smirk.

A frown plays on his lips, "That's only because you caught me off guard."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, Leon," I say, my voice sounds more light-hearted than it has been in weeks. I put the new mouth guard that came with my gym clothes.

With my gear adjusted, Leon and I head toward the ring. My opponent, Shelby, already waiting, she glares at me as I climb into the ring. We stand in our opposite corners, waiting for Easton come over so we can start. Leon gets pulled away by some guy in class, probably so they can grill him for answers of why he's been ignoring them.

Luca nudges me so I let him survey through my eyes, only enough that my eye color begins to pale with his influence. Luca notes Shelby's key factors. Main muscle mass located at her thighs, arms and shoulders meant for jumping and hitting/throwing. She most likely does volleyball, maybe some shot put or javelin. She's not meant for speed so I must use that to my advantage. Speed will be the key to winning.

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Part two will be out later this week. It would be out now if my brother didn't throw off my writing groove.  But don't worry, I threw him out the window Emperor's New Groove style.