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Part 18

Kit would be okay on his own. At least, that's what I told myself as I was trying to walk as fast as I could to the fields. I swear, all Brent does is cause trouble for me, and I'm not even in a relationship with him. Between him, Kit, Carson, and André, this was turning out more stressful than my parents finding out I had sex with Brent for the...well, they thought it was the first time.

I didn't know what I was going to do about Kit. Right now, I was focused on the shouting that now assaulted me as I climbed the small hill that led to the field. It seemed everyone was there. Kids were trying to shove others out of the way to get a better view, phones were held up, catching the show for social media. There was a vixen, her foot tapping impatiently on the ground.

Sera jogged up to me, tugging on my hoodie. "C'mon, c'mon, you have to calm him down."

"Who? Sera," I tugged back, pulling me free from her grip. "What's going on?"

She turned, her ears splayed. "Brent's raising all kinds of shit because word got out that you fucked someone and he thinks it was Carson. Now everyone's saying he's gay, and no one can stop Brent. I'm surprised the guys can keep a hold on him- Scout? Where're you going?"

"It's been a long fucking day," I called back to her.

I pushed people aside, getting shouts of "Hey!" and "Watch it!" until I finally broke the circle and could finally breathe without all of the different scents hitting me. Two guys were holding Brent back, the wolf was snarling and glaring at Carson, yelling. Carson stood his ground, calmly watching Brent. His friends, Carson's, were standing a little behind him, obviously ready just in case. Brent kept screaming, which I could only relate to a little girl screaming at her mother to wash her favorite dress after he fell in mud.

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Seriously?

What are you going to do?

Break it up.

How-

Look. Let me handle it. It's been a long day and I just want to get this shit done with.

You're the both with the suave voice in your head. You make the rules.

I stepped a little closer, trying to catch someone's eye. And I did, Carson's actually. Which, probably wasn't the best person to have see me first. When we did catch each other's eyes, his arms uncrossed and fell to his side as he began to stare. A couple of his friends looked with him, then more, then everyone. Then Brent's friends looked over. And finally Brent.

"I'll get to you in a second, slut," Brent growled.

Starting off on his good side then. This might take some coaxing. But the more I thought about it, the more I looked Brent in his golden eyes, watching the anger burn a hole through me...something just came over me.

"Shut up. I'll deal with you in a minute."

Everyone who heard it, fell silent, only whispering to someone if they didn't hear what I said. Brent's eyes widened and his ears flicked back. But a second later his tail arched and the snarl returned. "What the fuck did you say?"

"Did I stutter? I said shut up and I'll be with you in a minute."

I wasn't listening to what he said after that. I immediately turned towards Carson. He was staring at me, his ears were perked but his demeanor was sagging, sort of depressed. Well, Brent did just out him to the entire class, now the entire network of wherever kids were going to post these videos. There's got to be a way to mend this...

I have an idea.

If you're going to say 'strip and twerk', it's not going to happen.

No, no. But that would be funny. I know how to salvage the situation.

How?

"Scout?"

I looked up at Carson, his eyes were focused on me. I knew he wanted to ask me something, and I knew what it was. But I cut him off before he could open his mouth. "Carson. I'm sorry."

He cocked his head like he was questioning, but I knew he knew.

"Hey! You thinking about fucking him again? He's mine, you piece of shit!"

I took a deep breath. "I'm not your property," I said, turning to face him. "I can do whatever I want, when I want. Because I broke up with you. And besides, you're barking up the wrong tree. I came onto Carson, but he didn't want me. Guys."

Brent narrowed his eyes. "But you went to the woods together-"

"I asked him to go. He wanted to go as friends, I wanted more. I tried to kiss him but he said he wasn't into that. Happy?" I turned to Carson whose ears were splayed and head cocked. "I'm sorry, again, that I did that to you. I shouldn't have."

I swiveled towards Brent again. "You went after Carson because you're stupid enough to believe some gossip. Who's the true loser in this situation?"

That did the trick. He yelled the word 'slut' before breaking loose of the guys grip and jumping towards me. He managed to grab my hoodie just under my chin and lift me towards him until my toes could barely touch the grass under me. I had to admit, the confident attitude I had seconds before, left me. I was that fearful fox again while looking into Brent's eyes, his steaming breath inches from my muzzle. No one moved, they just gasped and said "Stop!" (which helps...a lot...).

Carson was the only one to step forward. He walked quickly up, attempting to get Brent off of me. "He's not apart of this, okay? Let's settle this between us." He placed his paw on Brent's shoulder, maybe a little too forcefully. I could feel the wolf tilting to one side, and I wanted to push Carson out of the way, but it was too late. I managed the 'C' to his name before Brent dropped me -hard- on the ground and spun with his paws balled into fists. He landed one solid punch to Carson's muzzle, sending him to the ground.

It looked like Brent was about to bend down and keep the show going, but a couple of his friends and Carson's' tackled and pinned him to the grass. He laid there hollering to let him go, and thank God they didn't.

"Shit."

Carson was sitting on the ground, his paw up to his bloodied nose. It trickled down his lips and let several drops fall to the ground before Carson reapplied his paw. His friend, the cheetah, helped him up and guided him to the little room they have at the back of the cafeteria for treating minor injuries. I just hope he doesn't have a broken nose because of all this bullshit.

Some of Carson's friends were about to follow him when the cheetah yelled back to keep an eye on 'Roids', who I assumed to be Brent.

Damnit...I'm going to have to deal with him later too. So let's see, I have Carson, André, Kit, and Brent to talk to. André'll be easy. Kit and Brent, not so much. Carson, though. That was a completely different story.

At least it was only his friend that went with him. It'd be easier to get Carson alone with one other person, then with twenty.

***

The cafeteria was pretty ominous. The lights were off, save for one at the very back of the large room. The pictures reflected the lackluster lights from outside, used to help kids get back to their cabins without injury, or sue-proof lights, as I like to call them. I heard winces of pain when I perked my ears, and soft voices talking.

A small ferret walked out of the back room, holding a rag, which looked almost bloody from this distance. But foxes eyes weren't reliable all the time. She saw me standing in the darkness and jumped back, putting a paw to her chest.

"Oh, dear Lord! Child, what are ya doin' in the dark here? Come to see your friend?"

I nodded and she pointed to the lone light. "He's back there. Did he fight?"

I went with the safe option and said, "He tripped while playing soccer."

She regarded me for a second but relented. "Boys will be boys," is all she said in response, so I guess I picked the right option.

I started towards the back when I heard the doors behind me shut. I stood before the door, looking up towards the light to allow my eyes to adjust (er, well, that's what i told myself then). I inhaled until my chest was fully puffed, then exhaled until I felt somewhat less nervous than before.

I was about to walk in when I saw the reflection of them in a picture on the wall. Carson looked to be on the edge of the small, padded bed, the cheetah standing next to him.

"Fucking wolf," the cheetah spat. "Who the fuck does he think he is? And that fox-"

"Scout," Carson interjected.

"-whatever. What the fuck is he doing spreading that shit about you?"

"He wouldn't."

"Whatever, man. I get that you like him a lot but- y'know what no. I don't get it. That little fag- sorry, prick, spread lies about you."

"He wouldn't do that. Not all gays are stereotypical -ow, shit, that hurts- gossips. It was probably one of his friends. That Sera chick has a big mouth."

"Yeah, and probably a bigger-"

I walked in, a little peeved at the cheetah's comment on Sera. "And I'm sure you have first hand experience with people like those. Aren't you dating the girl who once had three guys in her at once?"

The cheetah turned and was about to say something but I cut him off. I put a paw up. "Save it. I don't care. I came to talk to him, not you. Though, you'd be better off knowing who's around you before you start talking shit."

"You little-"

"Al," Carson spoke up. The cheetah turned and opened his muzzle, but got cut off. "It's fine. Wait outside."

Al narrowed his eyes but complied, walking close to me and whispering something beginning with an 'f', to which I gave a flick of my tail. The room was small, with only a few cupboards and glass jars filled with cotton swabs,and a few out of place stickers, like a cartoon fox that read "You da man!"

Carson didn't even wait for me to speak. "Is it true?"

"What is?"

"That you...y'know-"

"Had sex?" He nodded. There was no need in lying to him. "Yes. It is."

"Who?"

"Are you going to be a cop when you grow up? Why do you care-"

"Who?" His tone was a bit sharper.

"André. He's new. From France. We were just playing tennis and it just sort of happened."

Carson looked up at me, the red caked fur on his muzzle facing my back. "Why'd you, fuck that fox?"

"What?"

"Why'd you do it?" he asked again, ears perking.

I took a second to try and form something- anything- that didn't make me look like more than the ass I already was. "Because I...could."

Not the best choice of words but it was true. "What?"

I swiveled to look him in the eye. "Because I could." His ears lowered and he didn't say anything. So I did. "It's just between you, and Kit, and Brent, it's like...it's like...what the fuck?!

"All of this shit that's been going on is just...shit! Like how in God's name am I supposed to keep track of all of you, liking me, disliking me, being jealous of me, and being hung up on me. Pick a goddamn day and stick with it. No, Carson," I shouted when he opened his mouth, "let me fucking talk. Since I've gotten to this place, all I've seen is some sitcom drama go on, and guess who's lucky enough to play the lead. I'll give you a hint, it's me! Since I've been here, I've somehow managed to catch my boyfriend -ex- cheating on me again, but also somehow managed to fall for some soccer jock who is probably so turned off by me right now because I let some French fox under my tail for an afternoon, and let's not rule André out, I think he wants to be in a relationship with me too! Oh, and there's my best friend who also wants to be my boyfriend, but I don't want to hurt him and tell him no, and I don't want to hurt him by saying yes and fucking it up by doing some dumbass stunt that I'm likely to pull. So yes, Carson, I slept with a fox who I'm probably never going to see again and do you want to know why? Because I'm entitled to!"

I slammed my paw on the nearby counter and felt the waves of pain radiate up my bristled fur.

Whoa...

I stood there, palm ringing in pain, fur at the alert, glaring at Carson, whose ears were lowered as far as they could possible go, tail curled around his leg. My tail arched in the moments of silence that followed. At the suspense.

"So?" I said. "What'd you wanna say."

He just sat there staring up at me. I didn't think he wanted to talk to me after that and I was about to go when he asked, "Why'd you lie about the hikes?"

I studied him for a second, my fur smoothing. "It was a shitty thing to out you in public like that. You should do it on your own, and by yourself. Not because I dragged you into it."

"You didn't drag me into anything-"

"Save it, alright?" My tone got louder and that shut him up. "I did. Everyone who ends up being with me has to put up with my drama. Brent did, that's probably why-"

"Don't even start that shit," Carson said, rising from the bed. He came toward me. "Are you serious? You think you were causing Brent to be an asshole? You're an amazing fox. I've never thought that anyone could be as...amazing as you. I- I don't know how I feel about the whole French thing, but I don't' think it's that big of a deal to stop me- I mean, to...um, y'know. Scout," he placed both paws on my shoulders and looked down at me. I didn't want to ruin the moment by saying anything. But I wanted to tell him how wrong he was. About Brent. Two people are in a relationship, not just one. "When I saw Brent pick you up, I just don't know what came over me. I didn't want to look, but I did. And I had to stop him from...hurting you, but I didn't think I could."

"Courageous fear," I said looking down.

"What?"

"It's called courageous fear," I looked up at him, smiling. "I made it up."

"Courageous fear...I like it," he smiled down at me. "It's very...you."

I let out a burst of laughter that sent his fur bristling. "I'm sorry, but I don't think so."

"Maybe you just don't know yourself all too well."

Amen.

Oh, shut up.

"Here," I said, breaking his embrace. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'm surprised the nurse didn't do that for you."

"She was more worried for her rag," Carson chuckled behind me.

I grabbed one of her holy rags and ran the sink, dunking half of it in the cool water. I padded back to Carson, who I motioned to sit down so I could reach. He said he could do it himself, but he sat down anyways.

I dabbed the rag on his muzzle, wishing his emerald eyes wouldn't wince in pain so much. I felt the arousal rising in me, and I could smell it somewhat from him. Alone, in a nurse's office. Two horny guys. The start to all great porn. I saw the last patch of dried blood fall away from his muzzle and I dropped my arm to my side. We stood -well, he sat- there staring at each other. I could really smell the arousal now, our scents mixing to form the hard bulge in my jeans.

He leaned in and I freaked. I quickly bent down and wrapped my arms around him, the arousal quickly leaving. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...fuck me! That was the perfect opportunity and I blew it. Damnit, damnit, damnit!

Ha.

I was going to let go, but his powerful arms wrapped themselves around me. I could have honestly ran a marathon with all the gleeful energy I was storing up. I felt his chest against mine and his chin resting on my shoulder. His claws dug euphorically into my sides. I could feel his breathing, the rise and fall of his powerful chest. I didn't want to break it...but then I got nervous. When was too long? Does he think I just want to be friends?

So I let go, and stood until our eyes met. He was practically begging to be kissed. But...something was holding me back. I don't know what was, but...

"I..um...I needa go," I said and quickly kissed him on his muzzle.

Before he could say anything I quickly walked out into the cafeteria, then into the cool night, receiving a glare from the cheetah. I wanted to jump around and spin and dance (and I'm totally being gay here) and sing under the sun with goddamn emerald fucking butterflies. But then I realised I couldn't go back to the cabin with Kit still in his mood.

Shit.