Dominant Enemies… and mates

Pushing The Limit

{ Laurent }

[ 13 years old ]

Kingsley left the clan for six months with his family. They went to Asia to visit some family. I wish they would have stayed there forever because my life was amazing, perfect and happy without Kingsley here bothering me every damn day with his presence... and now that he's back, he ruined everything again.

He's a little taller than before by about an inch, his skin is red from the sun, especially on his nose, his hair is longer and he totally looks like a girl now. His hair falls on his forehead and every so often he has to move it to tuck it behind his ears and blink his stupidly long white eyelashes as he talks and talks to his table mate, as if he can't stop his mouth from moving.

He's still ugly. He's uglier than before, in fact. Disgustingly ugly and I can't stop looking at him and being disgusted by his ugliness.

I stare at him all day and wait for his eyes to meet mine so I can let him know how ugly I think he is, but during every class he ignores me. He doesn't turn to look at me once even though we’re close and it fills me with anger in a shocking way.

He's doing it on purpose.

In the last class, Kingsley walks out of the classroom next to his friends without once looking at me and my wolf starts growling in my throat, angry at being ignored as well.

"Why are you growling like that?" a girl behind me asks me sounding scared, but I don't answer her, I just get up and walk down the hall.

I can see Kingsley standing at the side of the lockers talking to his friends. He once again raises his thin hand to tuck his hair behind his ear as he blinks his eyelashes at the boy in front of him and that makes me even angrier.

I walk faster until I reach them and crash into him, a little harder than I planned. Kingsley winces in pain and turns to look at me in confusion, until he realizes it's me and his eyes narrow with hatred.

"You look like Rudolph with your red nose," I blurt out and raise a hand to touch his little nose, hoping it hurts. Kingsley is still glaring at me with hate and slaps my hand before I can even touch him.

"Fück off, Laurent," he spits towards me. His friends behind him look at me in disgust, but do nothing to defend him because they know this is our thing. If they get between us they're only going to make me angrier, "I don't want any trouble this year, just leave me alone. Stop being a bully."

"Me? You're the bully!" I exclaim, looking to their friends so they can back me up but they all just look at me like they think I'm the bad guy in the story. They're stupid, just like Kingsley, that's why they're friends, "It's because you're ugly, isn't it? You hate me because I'm pretty."

"Shut up! I'm not ugly!" he snarls and, surprising us all equally, he lunges at me to attack me. He punches me in the face and that makes everyone around us gasp in surprise. His punch felt like a rabbit hit me with its little tail and didn’t hurt one bit, but I won’t just let him do that in front of so many people so I push him away from me thinking he'll fall against one of his friends, but maybe I pushed too hard.

He falls straight to the ground on his butt and my wolf shrieks in my mind, making me feel guilty, especially when all the people around us come over to help him up.

And that's how I end up in detention once again, being yelled at by three teachers about my horrible, disgusting, worrying behavior. At this point, being in detention is nothing new, but I know I'm going to be in trouble because my parents keep getting mad every single time it happens.

I walk home after spending two hours in detention and when I get home my dad is waiting for me in the couch with annoyance in his eyes.

"You really think I can’t do anything to you, don't you?" he spits as soon as he sees me, getting up from the couch. My little sister comes running down the stairs so she can watch. My dad walks towards me trying to intimidate me so I lower my eyes to his. I'm taller than him now, but he never fails to make me feel like a baby. In good and bad ways, "Give me your phone and go to your room. You'll stay there until your father arrives."

"Okay," I mumble and walk to the stairs. Diory gives me a smile full of evilness as I walk past her and as much as I'd like to pull her hair or something, I know my dad will be even more pissed if I do that, so I just roll my eyes and walk to my room.

My computer is gone, my TV is gone and my tablet is nowhere to be found. Damn it. There's nothing to do here.

I throw myself on the bed, but my legs won't stop moving restlessly because I hate doing nothing. And my dad knows it. This is his punishment and I must admit it's a good one because only five minutes later I'm starting to get so desperate that I get up to go sit down at my desk, looking around for something to do.

I grab my backpack and decide to start reading because there's nothing else left to do besides my homework.

But it's so fücking boring to do it without my phone on the side. So, so boring.

I grab my wolf history book and start reading the chapters indicated. They're about 'fated mates' or 'compatible mates' as they're called these days. When two mature wolves meet and look into each other's eyes for the first time, their wolves fall in love and create a magical bond.

I already know this. My parents are fated mates, my grandparents are fated mates, my Aunt Clara and Uncle Rodrick are fated mates, my Uncle Andy and his husband Alessandro are fated mates too. This is not as weird as they want to make it look in this stupid book, but I still read about how that makes people act.

The next chapter is about rut and heat cycles. Oh, god. That part is so fücking gross that I need to put the book aside and take a break. Reading that and seeing the reference images made me think of my parents having sëx and I don't like that. I don't want to think about that stuff. I already know how that works anyway. Kinda.

Instead of continuing to do my homework, I decide to grab my old sketchbook and pencils and start drawing something even though I haven't touched this drawing kit in two years since I started having fun with my computer and cell phone.

I start drawing silly things at first, cars and animals like I did when I was little, but then I realize that I'm still good. Maybe even better than before.

I start drawing people and buildings and entertain myself that way for who knows how long, until my father comes into my room once he gets home.

"Do you have any idea how angry everyone is at school?" He blurts out, making me sigh and drop my pencil to turn to look at him, "I’ve been talking to them for an hour, trying to save your äss from getting expelled. You'd be the first kid expelled from school, you know that?"

"It was an accident," I mutter, but we both know I'm lying, "Okay, it wasn't. But I just pushed him a little, not even that hard. I'm almost sure King fell on his own just to cause more of a show and make me look bad."

"That doesn't matter. You just can't use your strength against kids your age, Laurie. You're stronger and way bigger than them," he says and takes a seat on my bed to look at me with confusion, "I don't understand what's wrong with you, son. You're not a violent kid at all, this doesn't sound like something you would do. What is it about this boy that makes you dislike him so much? I thought we were past this. What did he do now to make you react like this?"

"I don't know, he just...." I take a deep breath as I remember what happened today and my dad frowns when he sees my hands clenching and smells my annoyance, "He was just picking on me."

"By doing what?"

"He... he ignored me all day, on purpose," I reply, but when my father frowns in confusion I realize how stupid I sound out loud, "You don't understand. Kingsley's been gone from the clan for months. He came back today and he didn't... he just purposely ignored me all day and acted like... like he was better than me. And he called me a bully, but he's the bully, not me. I really don't like him."

My father stares at me and thinks for a couple of seconds. He's not as angry as I thought he would be, he's just confused.

"Maybe his mothers told him to stop bothering you. Maybe he finally decided to leave you alone. You should do the same, Laurie," he says, and now it's my turn to be confused.

"Why me? I'm not the one who's mean, he is." I defend myself. It's Kingsley who's been picking on me for years and years, I'm just defending myself. And if I say mean things to him it's because he's trying to act like the victim and that makes me mad.

"Laurent, this has been going on for years," he says, looking at me like he doesn't know how to make me understand, "I don't know why. Even the year you were in separate classrooms you found a way to keep fighting. Now you're starting to get a lot bigger and it's no longer acceptable for you to keep fighting with that boy. Kingsley is small, much smaller than you, he is most likely an omega. You need to leave him alone."

"How is that fair? Why doesn't anyone tell him that he should respect me? That he should stop calling me horrible names when he wants to send me away to play with my wolf?" I spit, my heart getting upset again, "Why doesn't anyone tell him to stop telling everyone I'm evil and crying with them while giving me mocking looks in secret? Kingsley is taking advantage of his small body to be a victim."

"Then stop giving him amunition," he says, his voice loud as he gets up from my bed, "I need you to ignore him from now on because this is the last time they're going to let you off the hook, just because you still look mostly innocent and I can still say this is just two kids fighting, but you’re going to keep growing and your baby face is going to disappear and then you’re going to get in serious trouble, Laurent. You need to leave him and any other kids that are smaller than you alone."

Everyone is smaller than me, this isn't fair.