(Clawd's POV)

I just walked out of the showers of the locker room, shaking the water out of my fur rapidly. Droplets crashed into the walls, each making a soft thik sound.

"Hey, Clawd, did ya hear?" One of the casketball players asked.

"Hear what?"

"Aw, come on, you're a werewolf, you hear everything!" he laughed. "Anyways, since Scarnold broke his leg, we're getting a new player until he gets better."

"So what?" I raised an eyebrow, that's really wasn't anything new.

"He's from the Normie schools!" The player exclaimed.

"Wait, I thought monsters couldn't go to a school for Normies."

"I thought so too but apparently, he found a way around the rule book and said everyone has to have at least 6 years of an education. He's part of 'everyone' so he still applies." He explained.

"Oh, so, when's he trying out?" I asked, opening my gym locker.

"During lunch so we gotta hurry or Coach Igor'll be pissed cuz' we weren't there to practice the plays with the new guy. Guess that's shower was for nothing, huh?"

"Hold up, do you even know the new guy's name?" I pulled back on my gym shirt.

"Duh, yeah, it's…it's…oh, Harley!" He paused to ponder the name, looking completely stumped at first.

"Harley? What kind of name is that?" fully dressed, I walked out of the locker room and into the gym.

"It means a hare or stag and it's my name." we heard a voice ahead of us.

My jaw hit the floor as my golden eyes widened. It was a girl but not only that, she was wearing short-shorts and a tight gym shirt. She was sexy! Her long rabbit ears, which reached her waist, were tied back into a pony tail like she was Lola Bunny from Looney Tunes. Brown eyes stared at us with a hint of a glare and a pinch of judgment that was hard to tell if it was good or bad.

Oh boy.

"Uhb, I'm Clawd…Clawd Wolf" I introduced myself.

"Woo, hello, hottie!" Heath Burns walked out of the locker room.

The yellow-skinned teen scooted up beside her, his arm around her shoulders. That was always like Heath. When he sees an attractive goul, he hit's the ceiling and goes after her even if she's running away.

"The name's Burns, Heath Burns." he smirked, leading her away from us. "So, what's a hottie-body like yours doing in the gym?"

"Trying out for basketball" she simply stated with a sense of boredom in her voice.

"But gouls don't play sports! They're too delicate and need to be taken care of a strong dude…like me." He replied with a sly smirk.

In swift movements, she pulled his arm away from her shoulders by his wrist, kicked the back of his knees and nearly clutched his shoulder to keep him down on his knees with his hand twisted behind his back.

I just stood there, surprised again by how fast she was able to take him down. There was a certain hardness in her eyes as she stared down at him. It was almost as if she looked like the oppressed taking their oppressor hostage except that it wasn't directed towards Heath.

"I'm not delicate and I can take care of myself. Next time you even consider talking to me, at least try to treat me as an equal, not as a pet that needs protection." She hissed venomously.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Let me go!" Heath panicked.

She released him and allowed him to run off, shaken up by the sudden event. Sighing, the girl turned back towards the two of us. Apparently, it was best for my safety to stay on her good side.

She clapped her hands together with a smile, "So, who's choosing teams?"

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! PRAY FOR NO ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!