This story is a long one, over 5500 words!

This story follows Brendan, a green dragon among other dragons at his high school. One day he gets a chance he’s been waiting to get for ages, and intends to make the most of it, in more ways than one.

The high school I’m enrolled in, Drakewing High has quite a strange class schedule. Each week there are three different PE classes given to us. One on Monday, one on Wednesday and one on Friday, all of those as the final class before school is out. Well… I say ‘different’ but it’s usually just the same two things every class. It’s always ‘The jocks VS everyone else’ and it’s usually either dodgeball or football we end up playing against them, both of those giving the jocks enough chances to abuse their strength on weaker classmates. They obviously take a lot of fun out of that as well.

Our PE teacher is actually a former football pro and currently he is Drakewing High’s football team coach. He’s a grey dragon with a white belly. Underneath his clothing you could tell he had a very muscular body. The teacher never cares about this PE problem students were facing though. Instead he always says we should ‘man up’ to the challenge against the better players since “everyone loves an underdog story” et cetera. That said though, male and female students get separate classes, so there’s no unfair balance between genders at least. From what I heard, the girls usually don’t play team games and instead do things like gymnastics and such, which I personally find dreadfully boring. While a lot of boys hated PE class for this exact reason - some of my classmates actively skipping that class and immediately going home - I myself never hated PE, instead I actually liked it. In fact, I aspire to be strong like the jocks themselves are. Just think about it! You’re physically in great shape, you get all the attention you could ever wish for, to a point to becoming among the most popular guys in school, and you get to wear those really cool letterman jackets with those awesome leather sleeves. I’d do anything to be just like that!

“Hey Brendan, you still there?” While I was thinking, my friend Carlos (a red dragon) spoke to me.

“Yeah, sorry. I spaced out.” I snapped back to reality. We were both walking our way to the changing room on a Wednesday afternoon. PE was once again our next subject. He was ranting on how his biology test result was lower than he anticipated.

Alex and I were chatting for a while when we entered the changing room. Of course, as always, the jocks were there first. We were the first to arrive after them.

“Hehe, Brendan’s here!” Some of the jocks started cheering for whatever reason.

“I’m here too, you know…” Carlos felt a bit left out.

“Were you waiting for me or… Do you need something?” I asked, unsure of why they kept staring at me.

“Nah bro, it’s all good. We just can’t wait to kick your ass at dodgeball again today.” One of the jocks (the football team captain and a black dragon whose name is Axel Dayze) said with a cocky tone. His remark surprised me a bit. Usually the jocks only say ‘bro’ among themselves, not at other students at Drakewing. That, combined with his usual deep, sexy and masculine voice… it caught me off guard. He was also the only one among the jocks to wear a backwards leather snapback hat, with the exact same shade of blue as the letterman jackets they were wearing. Not gonna lie, I really dig Axel’s style.

“Looking forward to it.” I responded to him with a coy smile.

While it sounded a little sarcastic, I did mean those words literally. Somehow I enjoyed the jocks beating me at every sport, flexing their physical prowess over me and showing how weak I myself am… Something about that was arousing to me. It also fuels my desire to be just like they are. Being strong enough to completely overwhelm someone else. THAT is what real power is, at least in my eyes.

Carlos left my side for a second and started changing clothes, I quickly followed after. It seemed the jocks only needed to hang their jackets and they’d be all set. Soon enough other students flooded the changing room and shortly enough we all were in gym class standing in a horizontal line, everyone facing our teacher, wearing the exact same black and white tracksuit as always, complementing his monochrome scale colors.

“It’s Dodgeball Day. Same teams as usual, but… we have an uneven amount of players today, so… Carlos, you can join the jock team.” The jocks called it right. It was another Dodgeball Day.

“Lucky you…” I thought, yet I noticed Carlos wasn’t that enthusiastic, but he did seemingly sigh out of relief. He probably thought he was being spared of getting rubber balls thrown at his face for a change.

What the jocks never seemed to notice about me though, is that secretly I’ve been hitting the gym the past few months, focusing primarily on building my muscles and doing frequent cardio to keep my physical condition in check. Instead of only ‘wishing’ I’d reach a certain goal, I actually put effort into achieving said goal.

I try to keep my frequent gym visits a secret, and even Carlos doesn’t know anything about it. I usually mentioned taking guitar lessons as my alibi for not hanging out with him whenever I hit the gym, that’s a big lie of course. I don’t know the first thing about musical instruments. While I’m still not as strong as the jocks are, at least my belly started to show a promising sixpack and my arms grew bigger. In other words, the jocks would be stupid to underestimate me.

The teacher tossed a bunch of dodgeballs on the field and I took towards the front of our side of the field, most of my classmates cowering behind me and a few other classmates who had no choice but to step forward.

The jock team (and Carlos) picked up most of the balls and started throwing them at my classmates like crazy. They kept assaulting them with powerful throws that would most definitely leave bruises.

I noticed one thing though… None of the jocks were attacking me. Carlos was mostly in the back of their side so he didn’t have many chances to throw. Since no one threw balls at me, I had nothing to catch or throw. I was just kinda standing there like a moron while all my teammates were being eliminated from the game, until I was the last player remaining on our side.

Then, the jocks grouped up together, leaving Carlos out of the picture, to which he looked at me in confusion. It was like a short time-out and I was unsure of what to do. This wasn’t the time to take a cheap shot on one of them, I thought, and I also didn’t want to throw anything at Carlos …yet.

The jocks whispered among themselves for a while and after a few seconds they changed their formation a little. Now, Axel was standing alone in the middle, looking at me with a sly grin.

“You versus me, bro. Let’s see if you can knock out the boss.” He taunted at me. The teacher approved of the round becoming a 1-on-1 instead of a ‘1-on-entire-opposing-team’. This was what the teacher called a ‘Dodgeball Duel’.

“Switch of rules for this Dodgeball Duel. As always, players take turns throwing a dodgeball at the other. Catching a ball does not eliminate the thrower and one hit on your opponent is one point. First to hit three points wins.” The teacher explained.

“Perfect.” I heard Axel say softly. He reached for a ball and with immense power he threw it straight towards my stomach. I was ready though! I caught the ball with both my hands, but a throw that strong forced me to slide back a few inches. The sheer force behind that throw!

“Nice catch, Brendan!” I heard Carlos cheer me on. I could see other students were surprised to have seen me Axel’s throw.

“Impressive.” I heard the teacher say as well.

Now it was my turn to throw. I looked at Axel’s stature and the way he was standing, and figured if I threw at his left knee, he wouldn’t be able to react on time. I took aim and with a step forward, I threw the ball at him, and it worked. I got my first point.

“Tch, beginner’s luck.” Axel scowled. He took aim again and while I tried to catch the ball again, this time I failed, as it landed against my shoulder.

“Ouch, that’s gonna leave a bruise…” I uttered. Secretly though, it’s a necessary sacrifice for a victory I didn’t know I was aiming for. Secretly though, that bruise felt to me like a compliment. But… you bet I wasn’t gonna take that lying down!

The duel continued for a few minutes, and despite the fact we missed each other a few times… we ended up going 2-2. In other words, a sudden death round. Next one to land a hit would win. One thing was a surprise to all though. No one’s ever been this close to beating one of the jocks before. That’s all thanks to the fact I’ve been exercising frequently recently.

The other classmates where cheering for me, while the other jocks were staring with a hint of frustration at Axel. “How could the team captain lose to someone like me?” They must’ve been thinking.

Then came the final throw. With a coin toss it was decided Axel was allowed to throw first, and… he hit me in my left leg. Sadly that meant he won, but I still felt proud of the result, since I almost won against one of the strongest students at Drakewing High!

The other jocks reveled in Axel’s victory, cheering him on, while Carlos approached me and gave me a pat on my shoulder, which hurt a bit since one of Axel’s hit landed exactly there.

“That was insane, man! No one’s ever been this close to beating one of the jocks before!”

“Yo Brendan, good game.” Axel eyed me, and stuck out his hand, insisting we’d shake hands. I agreed and we stared at each other for a while. Carlos looked at me with a smile. He knew I was happy too.

Then, the teacher dismissed the class but not before saying he wanted both me and Axel to stay behind for a moment. Thus, everyone left except for the two of us.

“You were right, Axel. Little Brendan here’s gotten a lot tougher recently. He almost embarrassed you before your entire team!” He laughed a bit. “Seriously though, you were stellar, Brendan. Keep at it and one day you might be standing side to side football field fighting for a national win if you feel like it.”

“Really? Thanks, Mr. Parker!” Parker being my teacher’s last name.

“Yo, Brendan. I wanna chat with you later. Stick with me for a bit and I’ll tell you what I mean.”

“Sure!” I hastily agreed. I knew I had an empty after-school schedule anyway. Carlos had some homework to catch up on, so we didn’t intend to hang out today anyway.

The teacher headed out as well, but before I could return to the other students who were still changing back to their regular clothes… Axel stopped me quickly.

“You probably know what we were doing from the start, eh?” He asked me.

“What… you mean you didn’t attack me on purpose at the start?”

“Yeah, bro. You can’t hide that you’re working out, and you shouldn’t. Flex those biceps, kid!” He encouraged me by doing the exact thing himself. He was right too. I shouldn’t be embarrassed to show off that I’ve been working out. It’s something to be proud of.

We both remained quiet for a few minutes when one of the other jocks opened one of the doors telling us to follow, so we did.

Turns out, everyone except me and the jocks already left. The jocks at Drakewing aren’t known to be bullies, but… nor are they particularly nice either. When I was back in the changing room alongside all of them… I knew they were plotting something with me. I grew a bit uncomfortable as a result. The jocks were all wearing their letterman jackets as usual, and Axel put his on too, then they looked at me with crossed arms and warm smiles.

“Wanna join us?” Axel proposed to me all of a sudden.

“W…what? I thought the try-outs are still months away.” I stuttered a bit.

“Are you kidding me? You almost knocked out the captain in a Dodgeball Duel. You’ve got skill, bro.” It was Eli who said that, a rising star in the football team, and a dark blue dragon. He was practically known for his own signature move each football game that he dubbed the ‘Demon Dive’. A little cringy for my tastes but it’s his thing, not mine.

“Well… I dunno. I was probably just lucky.” I brushed it off.

“You sure about that?” The jocks kept eyeing me, awaiting my actual response. I was stupid for not agreeing immediately. Was this not *exactly* my wish? To be just like the jocks?

“I… I’ll do it. Count me in.” I replied, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about it. I didn’t want to give away the fact I aspired to be like just Axel and his bunch of buff buds.

“Good choice, bro. Alright, Pat. Bring the stuff.” Axel commanded towards one of the other jocks, a yellow dragon with a white belly. “In the meantime…” Axel took off his jacket and jersey, revealing his bare, muscular chest. While there were only mildly visible sweat stains on his jersey, his armpits definitely smelled funky, and were covered in sweat.

Dragon sweat is a lot thicker and goopier than the sweat other living creatures produce, resembling a yellow-green slimy substance more than anything else, really. Axel’s armpits were definitely full of it, and I was sure the same must’ve been true for the other jocks.

While Pat was still fetching whatever it was that he was told to go get, Axel raised one of his arms, and pointed at his damp armpit, abundantly covered in sweat. He smiled at me.

“You see this? This is the result of hard work, bro. You wanna be one of us, then you’d best get used to it. Only one way is the best way.” He laughed sinisterly. I knew what that meant and I backed away in response, but two other jocks stopped me and kept me from backing away further.

“Woah, stop!” I tried my best to get out of the situation, but… it was inevitable. One of the two jocks behind me took the other one’s work over and shoved me straight into Axel’s sweaty armpit. Axel then took over and started rubbing my face around in his pit, forcing it to absorb the slimy gunk. The stench was extremely potent, and it quickly covered all of my snout. I swear some of the gooey substance got in my nostrils and clogged them up, forcing me to breathe with my mouth. Bad idea, since some of the gunk ended up on my taste buds. It was then that I realized… I didn’t dislike the smell at all, nor the taste… I… I liked it? As much as I tried to restrain myself… I couldn’t. I then started continuously licking Axel’s armpit for a few seconds, longing for more of that particularly bitter taste… Axel in response laughed softly, whether he felt like I was tickling him with my tongue or whether he was just being cocky, I didn’t know nor care.

“Tastes good, don’t it? It’s quite rare to get a taste of this.” He said, and squished his arm shut with my face stuck inside a few times. The result made it sound like Axel was doing those armpit fart things you can do with your hand.

At that moment Pat came back with some kinda drink in a small bottle, and Axel released me from his grasp, giving me a chance to breathe normal air again et cetera. Aside from the bottle, Pat was also holding a letterman jacket over his shoulder. Given he was the only one among them who wasn’t wearing his aside from Axel… I figured it was his, yet there was another on the bench he was at before. I paid it no further heed, and watched as Pat passed the drink over to Axel, throwing it like a football. When Axel caught the bottle he showed it to me, and placed it gently in my hands.

“This one’s all yours. Come on, drink up.” He encouraged.

“What is this stuff?” I asked, completely unsure about the components of whatever ‘beverage’ it was.

“You just had a taste of it, little guy. Did you know that dragon sweat is extremely high in protein? It’ll work wonders for your bod when you eat it.” Axel explained. With his bare chest still exposed, he bounced his pecs to prove his point.

I knew exactly what Axel meant and didn’t think twice before opening the bottle’s tiny lid and chugging the contents down in one go. While the texture was more liquid, (probably a lot of water and whey powder mixed in there) it tasted roughly the same. When I finished drinking, the jocks cheered and Axel gave me a pat on my shoulder, the one he did not throw a dodgeball at, and gave me another handshake after that.

“Welcome to the Drakewing Dragons, bro. Pat, give him the stuff. Give Brendan here a warm welcome, boys.” Axel commanded, after which Pat threw the letterman jacket he was holding over, while one of the other jocks opened a locker and gave me the appropriate sports clothes, including a jersey, a pair of trackpants and a pair of proper sneakers, the latter two items sharing the same color palette as the letterman jacket. Cheers ensued as I changed into these new clothes.

This moment was everything I longed for. It was the biggest dream I have had all my life and it actually came true. I could not express the sheer joy I felt with words alone.

“Yo, Brendan. Come hit the gym with me, won’t ya? That drink just now will go to waste if you don’t use the chance.” Axel explained. I agreed, and whilst wearing my new attire, we all soon left the changing room. The jocks all went home, but me and Axel headed for the gym nearby instead. We spend a few hours exercising together, and he gave me some really good tips. Of course, he had more experience and could thus handle heavier weights, but I was well underway to catch up.

Then came the Thursday, on which I accidentally overslept and missed the first twenty minutes of my literature class. When I arrived at school wearing the jock outfit Axel and the others gave me, people gave me mixed expressions. Some were surprised, others disgusted, some interested and some didn’t care. The only response I was a bit worried about was from my friend, Carlos. After all, he remained unaware of what happened after class the day before, and didn’t know I was in the football team now. I shared my 2nd class of the day with him, which was algebra. After my short literature class covering another boring poem, I made my way over to my locker to grab my books for the next class when I recalled Carlos’s locker being right next to me. In fact, he was already there and gave me a strange glance.

“So… that’s what happened after class yesterday? I thought you were going back to guitar lessons later like you said you were. Well, congrats on whatever you achieved instead, Brendan. Looks like you’re gonna have to hang with the other jocks soon. We can still be friends though, right?” Carlos gave me a little smile.

“Of course, Carlos. Also, thanks. To be honest I lied about the guitar lessons. Truth is… I’ve been wanting to become a jock for months. Instead of taking these lessons I’ve actually been hitting the gym instead. But… there’s progress to be seen!” I spoke happily, lifting my jersey to reveal my set of sixpack abs. I didn’t look at them directly but I think the boosted workout from the afternoon before somehow made them much more defined.

“Wow, man. You’re getting strong. Damn, I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side now, haha.” Carlos jested. I chatted with him a while before we shared our next class together.

Luckily, the topic was something we were already familiar with, yet the teacher was taking ages to actually explain the things we already knew. She kept going on and on for a while but it still felt like time flew by. After that class was our first break, after which I told Carlos I wanted to see Axel and the other jocks. He didn’t mind, and let me do my thing. That was one thing I knew about Carlos. He was never envious or angry at me. He’d always been supportive and kind to me like a true friend. I felt bad lying to him about me working out, but I’m glad we are still on good terms to this day.

I met Axel, Eli, Pat and the other jocks in the cafeteria sitting at their designated table. Looks like they actually left a spot open for me too. I approached them and they welcomed me happily, Axel even going so far as to embrace me with a hug. He of all of them seemed VERY happy to see me again.

During our 30-minute break before the next class which happened to be chemistry, the jocks and I were chatting about school things and some random topics that came out like gossip about classmates and such. Apparently our chemistry teacher, Professor Stenson, accidentally mixed up two chemicals in the school laboratory during an experiment, and as a result Maya (one of the female students) caused a small explosion in the lab. No one was harmed but it was a pretty big deal. Wouldn’t be surprised if we find Professor Stenson losing his job for this. He always did crazy experiments to show cool things like certain chemical reactions like oxidation and hydrolysis.

While our lunch break kept going undisturbed for the most part, everyone soon turned their attention towards the scream of some student. In the southeast corner of the cafeteria, one of Drakewing High’s most notorious bullies, Victor van de Velt (whom most people dubbed ‘Violent Victor’) was harassing a young freshman, seemingly a new face at the school.

I eyed the other jocks and stood up. “I gotta do something against that jerk. Poor kid’s powerless!” I said as I turned around. Before I could walk away though, Axel stopped me immediately.

“No need to help him, bro. Just let it play out.”

You see, one defining trait about us dragons is our powerful breath. The color of your scales determines the type of breath and how strong it is. My scales are green, and as a result my breath is poisonous, while Axel’s black scales mean his breath was like a dark, obstructing smokescreen. Well, I say ‘breath’ because that’s how dragons use this power normally, but in my world… this breath can only be triggered by belching out loudly and clearly, to really force our lungs to throw out the accumulated pressure we’re able to build up.

The school has forbidden the use of using this power, but… the Victor’s victim had no choice. Victor had light blue-colored scaled, so we already knew his breath had intense freezing capabilities, which were ideal for him if he felt like beating someone up for whatever reason. He’s certainly abused that power plenty of times before.

From seeing it alone everyone noticed the sound of eructation and golden flames emerging from the corner, rising towards the ceiling as Victor dove to the side to dodge the heat, letting the freshman go. Yup, the young dragon had red scales, just like Carlos. Wait a moment… Now that I could actually see him, I knew the kid! He was Carlos’s younger brother, Roy!

While Roy tried to run away, Victor became mad and started belching out his own icy breath, freezing things all over. Other students ran away from him to avoid becoming a draconic popsicle, and Roy too was already gone. In that exact moment, my algebra teacher from before, Ms. Anderson, saw his outburst and immediately demanded him to go to the principal’s office. The remnants were still there though, ice covered the walls and floor around the corner he was near before.

“See? Told you to let it play out. Don’t go playing the hero if you don’t have to. It’s a waste of your energy, dude.” Axel told me.

“So you saw that coming?” I asked him in return.

“We all did. Victor’s gotten into trouble like this dozens of times before. Too bad his dad’s a good lawyer. He’d have been expelled long ago otherwise.” Eli explained.

“That kid though… he’s my friend’s younger brother. I… I hope he’s okay.” I felt worried.

“He’ll be okay. Go and have a chat with him if you like. He’s probably cowering in the bathroom right now.” Pat clarified.

“Thanks. I’m gonna see if I can speak to him. I should let Carlos know too.” I said as I stood up, I still left my lunch, of which I only ate half of thus far, but intended to save some for later. I headed to the nearest bathroom where I heard the sound of crying. It was definitely Roy.

“Hey, Roy… Is that you?”

“What do you want?”

“Victor’s gone, you don’t have to be scared anymore. It’s me, Brendan. Don’t you recognize my voice?” I tried to speak calmly. What I didn’t know is that overnight my voice became deeper, thus becoming unrecognizable for Carlos’s younger brother.

“Brendan? You don’t sound like him though.”

“Don’t worry about that, just open the door. Everything’s OK.”

After that, Roy opened his stall door and wiped his eyes one more time. He looked at me and saw me in my new clothes and looked in awe.

“Wow, it really is you. You’re a footballer now?” He looked at me surprised.

“You bet! Anyway, you should tell Carlos about what happened. He’ll be there for you.”

“I will. Seeing you here kinda calms me down again. Thanks for the help, Brendan.”

We waved at each other and I soon returned to the table where I sat before. I explained the situation to Axel and the others and they nodded at me in approval.

“You’re a nice guy, aren’t ya? Nice to have someone like you on our team, Brendan. You said you came here half a year ago, right? Well, at least you missed out on the biggest bullies the school had to endure.” Axel said sighing as a response.

“What do you mean? Were they really that bad?” I asked.

“You know how you’re not allowed to use your breath attack in school, right? Well, one of the bullies we once had was some punk guy, Manuel Morton. He was green-scaled like you. He’s actually sent a few other students to the hospital by poisoning them with his breath. Some even died, including an old friend of mine.”

“That’s so awful to hear. I’m sorry for the loss.” I empathized.

“Thanks, bro. You’re awesome.” He laughed it off a bit. “There was also ‘Lucy the Lunatic’, a white-scaled girl who used her breath to annoy others.

White-scaled dragons can use their belch breath to make really loud sounds. It’s hardly a belch anymore, more like a really, really annoying scream that’s super loud and can damage your ears.

“Certainly sounds like a bad apple.” I remarked.

“Don’t forget ‘Nasty Nelson’, hehe.” Eli Added.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“Don’t even get my started on him… He had this weird condition or something that made it so that his breath attack didn’t come from his mouth. Instead it came out of his ass.”

“He could basically fart sandstorms.” Eli added, laughing a bit at his own description.

“Fart… sandstorms? That’s two words I never thought I’d hear in the same sentence.” I commented, realizing that bully must’ve been brown-scaled. I couldn’t quite hold in my own laughter at the very idea either. The laughter was contagious and we all couldn’t help but chuckle.

“There’s one person you’re probably aware of that you should NEVER hope to meet, though. We call him Sloppy Joe, but his real name’s unknown. He’s the most brutal bully anyone’s ever seen. If he’s after you, well… best of luck in the afterlife.” Pat explained.

Our conversation was interrupted when the sound of belching could be heard once more. It came from the hallway.

“You’re not gonna expel me, I’m calling my dad!” It was victor who yelled that.

“Did he just freeze the hallways again?” Eli asked.

“Probably. Best be careful not to slip and fall when we’re going to class, huh?” I responded. It wasn’t the first time Victor had an outburst like that. He was known to have a very short fuse and it wouldn’t take much for him to throw a rage fit and go haywire with his freezing breath. One time he even froze the entirety of the principle’s office, which took weeks to thaw out!

The bell rang and it was time for us all to head back to class. Unfortunately none of my further classes saw me sharing the same class with either Carlos nor any of the jocks I befriended. Thursday was our 4-class day while on other weekdays we had 6, and a second break. The other two classes went by fast, and when we were finished, I immediately tried to find Axel again, who was still at his locker. He looked a bit troubled.

“Hey, are you alright? You look a bit down.” I asked him.

“Nah, it’s cool. I just… I got something on my mind, and… I gotta share it with ya.” Axel looked like he had a lot going on inside his head.

“Sure, just tell me.”

“Well, the truth is… it’s about you, Brendan. I mean… you’re amazing, man.”

“Thanks?” I wasn’t sure what Axel was trying to say to me.

“I just want to say… I like you a lot, like… a LOT. You’re cool, you have fun stories to tell, you’re the first who almost beat me at dodgeball, so that also gives me a lot of respect for you, hehe. Would you… perhaps… want to go out with me tonight? Truth is… I had a massive crush on you ever since you came to our school, but… given the fact I had no chance of speaking to you without anyone noticing… I figured I had to wait. When we were working out together yesterday, I felt like we were really bonding in such a nice way! Can I ask… what do *you* think?”

“I would love to. You’re the coolest person I’ve ever met, and all of you in the team are such nice people to hang out with. Ever since I saw you when I first came here becoming just like you was my dream. Now, I’m able to live that dream, and I’m going to make the most of it.”

“Can I take it as a yes, then?”

“You bet. Where’d you plan on taking us?”

“I was thinking a nearby burger tent. They serve amazing cheeseburgers.”

“It’s Marcia’s Motel, right? That place is amazing!”

“Yeah! Alright, bro. Text me your address and I’ll come pick you up later tonight.” Axel confirmed to me.

Axel then left, visibly in a better mood, and Carlos soon spoke to me.

“So, can I declare you husband and husband already?” He jested playfully.

“Carlos! Tone it down a bit, it’s rude to eavesdrop!” I responded, agitated.

“Don’t worry. I know you’ve been dreaming of becoming a jock for months because of that guy. By the way, you spoke to my little brother before after he got bullied, didn’t you? Thanks for that. He needs some mental support every now and then and you did the right thing. Anyway, I’m not gonna hold you back. Go have fun with Axel, man! This is your chance. Live your life and do what you like. Before you know it a chance like this will never appear again.”

“Thanks, bro.” I answered.

~ The End