Alright, here we go! Time for the battle of ultimate Frisbee to commence! Mua ha ha :)

Ok…and a heads up about my book: it's gonna take a while for the first one to be up and running but I've got the entire back-story figured out. I've been doing a lot of research and stuff because I'll be using lots of Gaelic words and references. I've created my own world for the story to take place in, but it's loosely based on the Vikings and the Irish/Scottish cultures. I'm thinking of it being 4 books because I have a lot about the four elements in my books. The first one will most likely be called Teine (which in Gaelic means fire).

Anyway, enough of my babbling! On with the story.

Enjoy!

Nightwings93

PS: sorry this took so long…my English teacher decided it would be fun to assign two projects and an essay all at the same time!

Max POV: Chapter 42

Fang, Gazzy, Iggy, Kyle, and I were the first of the freshman/sophomore to get out on the Quad.

Ella, Nudge, and Katie were on the sidelines cheering. "Max!" Nudge called when she saw me. "You're really going to play? You'll be the only girl y'know. Or maybe that's what you want." Nudge wiggled her eyebrows. "Being tackled by all those burley men."

I rolled my eyes. "Nudge, I wouldn't give up the chance to beat the crap out of these seniors. You know that! Besides, I beast at ultimate!"

"Those are some mighty cocky words for a little shrimp like you to say," an unfamiliar voice snarled.

I turned around to find a group of senior boys walking up to us. I immediately recognized the one who had spoken. He was the guy who had been in the toga. He was the moron who'd shot me and Fang.

I felt Fang's body tense next to me, and he took a step forward so his body was slightly in front of mine. It was cute, really, but I could handle these guys. I put a hand on Fang's shoulder.

"It's fine," I whispered in his ear. "We'll face them together. I'm not gonna let you have all the fun."

Fang smirked and dropped back so he was standing next to me (but he was still tense and ready spring in front at any moment). I rolled my eyes. I guess I could get used to having him as a bodyguard.

"They aren't cocky," I answered coolly. "It's the truth."

The senior smirked. "How's your stomach feeling then?"

Fang ground his teeth, and I swear to God I heard him growl. "It's fine," I replied. I wasn't gonna let this guy get to me.

"That's good to hear," The senior smirked. "Fresh canvas for me to bruise, then."

"That's if you can catch me, and I'm pretty sure you won't be able to do that," I hissed.

By this time, Fang was in front of me. His was clenching and unclenching his fists at the side. This could get ugly.

Gazzy and Iggy stood on either side of Fang. They would hold him back if he decided to go charging at the seniors. Kyle came and stood next to me.

"It's fine. Don't let them get to you," He whispered to me.

"I know. I can't wait to cream their asses tonight."

Kyle smiled and patted my shoulder. "Just be careful, okay? Fang would never forgive himself if you got hurt. In fact, I think all of us would be pretty upset if you got hurt."

"Thanks. I'll watch out for myself. You don't need to worry," I answered.

Some other senior and juniors showed up, so Mr. Toga was distracted and started going over strategies with them.

Fang turned around and looked at me. "Maybe you shouldn't play."

I mouth fell open. "You've got to be shitting me. I can take care of myself. I won't get hurt. It's fine, really. They're all talk and no game. Besides, they won't be able to catch me. I'm too fast."

Fang shook his head. "Fine, but I'm gonna be watching you like a hawk."

I smiled. "You're so cute when you're protective."

"Awww," the twins chimed.

I stuck my tongue out at them. Points for immaturity. "Let's get our war paint on," I suggested.

Iggy and Gazzy each painted half their faces with white war paint; while, Kyle, went with something less extreme and did three stripes on each of his cheeks.

"You're turn," I said walking over to Fang.

"I think I have enough white on," Fang grumbled.

"Oh, come on! Where's your spirit?" I asked.

"Fine," Fang sighed. He dipped his index fingers into the paint and put one stripe on each of his cheeks making him look kind of like a football player.

I smiled and began painting my face. I painted half my face white like the twins and put stripes on the other side of my face.

"You're a terrifying vision of white," Fang commented, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, are we gonna go over strategies or just wing it?"

"Wing it," Fang decided. "Like I do on all our mid-terms."

"One day that's going to come and bite you in the ass. You should start studying," I answered shaking my head.

Fang shrugged, "I don't need to study. I'm just a genius like that."

I playfully punched Fang in the arm, "remind me why I put up with you?"

"Cause I'm cute," Fang drawled slowly.

"Oh, yeah," I smirked. I reached up on my tip-toes and gave Fang a quick kiss.

"All right!" One of the seniors yelled. "It's 11pm! Looks like everyone is here, let's go over the rules!"

I looked around us. There were about ten other sophomores and freshman. So, plus me and my friends, the team for the frosh and soph was fifteen. We were severely out numbered. There were at least thirty people on the senior and junior team. I ground my teeth.

Whatever. Brush it off Max. You don't need a huge team. In fact, you and Fang could cream all the seniors and the juniors just the two of you. I told myself.

The senior who had been speaking held up a Frisbee with glow sticks taped to it. "Ok, so this is full contact ultimate Frisbee. That means you can tackle people. You are allowed 6 steps before you have to throw. Also, this is the only regulation, no stiff arming or clothes-lining of any kind! Any questions?" the senior looked around and then his eyes locked on to someone standing in the back. He rolled his eyes and groaned. "How could you possibly have a question?" he snapped.

I looked back to see a scrawny looking freshman with glasses nervously shifting back and forth. "Well, um, I was just wonder, what is a stiff arm?"

The senior rolled his again. That poor freshman guy isn't going to last very long in this game. "A stiff arm is when you stretch your arm out and make it stiff and make the person running run into it. So, like your first slams into their gut, or their neck hits your arm."

"Oh," the little freshman said in a hushed voice.

I sighed. This kid was gonna get his ass kicked. I should keep and eye on him.

"Ok," The senior yelled. "Is everyone clear now! Let's start! Frosh and soph. on the left of the field. Juniors and seniors on the right. Seniors and Juniors start with the Frisbee."

We moved to our respective sides and the game began with a flurry of motion.

Fang ran for the senior with the Frisbee. Kyle and I flanked him. Fang body checked the senior. The burley senior went flying back and landed in a puddle of mud. Fang rushed over to him and picked up the Frisbee.

I dodged my way around all the guys on the opposing team. I looked back to find Fang picking his way over. He was almost out of steps. I found an open area with no one from the opposing team there.

"Fang!" I shrieked and waved my arms.

Fang's head snapped up, and we made eye contact. He nodded slightly and flung the Frisbee at me.

Fang's strength surprised even him. The Frisbee was still flying high in the air when it was at my head. I took a running start and leapt into the air. I became eye level with the Frisbee and snatched it out of the air.

Gravity kicked in, and I started losing altitude fast. My feet hit the ground and landed in a mud puddle. The force of my feet colliding with the wet mud set me sliding forward on my back. I slid through the mud a few feet and then came to a grinding halt. When I looked up, I realized I was in the in-zone. I had scored the first point of the Frisbee game.

Fang whooped and ran over to me. "Way to go, Max!" He yelled.

I grinned up at him, mud covering every inch of my body. Fang scooped me up and twirled me around.

"Fang!" I giggled. "Put me down!"

"Ok, ok," Fang chuckled and put me down.

"I hate to break up your little love fest," one of the seniors snickered, "but we need to get back to the game."

"Yeah okay," I muttered and flung the Frisbee at him. "Your Frisbee since I scored."

The senior nodded and the game started again in a flurry of motion. The seniors scored a few times in a row because some of the other freshman and sophomores let them slip through their defenses.

"Fang!" I yelled across the field. "We gotta step it up!"

Fang nodded and dashed off towards the in zone. I ran forward as fast as I could. I knew I had to be ahead of Fang. He could get the disc, I could block for him, and then I could to the in zone and score. It was easy. I could do it.

I looked back to see how Fang was doing. It was a mistake. I saw the weak and geeky looking freshman who had asked what a stiff arm was. One of the seniors was charging at him. Fast. And his arm was out. He was going to stiff arm him. My motherly instincts kicked in. It was a low blow. Where did this senior get off attacking this kid? He obviously couldn't defend himself! I pulled out of the pack that was running for the in zone and headed back the way I had come.

"Max!" Fang yelled after me. "Where are you going!"

I didn't answer and just kept running. I got to the kid with the glasses just before the senior did. I pushed the scrawny guy out of the way. He stumbled back and out of the senior's path. He looked at me completely stunned.

I turned to see that senior was still charging at me. He was going full speed. He hadn't slowed down when he saw that his target was different. I braced myself for impact. The senior's muscled arm and part of his fist slammed into my gut. I flew back and landed hard on my back.

The wind whooshed out of my lungs, and my stomach burned like fire. I tried to get up bout found I couldn't. I looked up to see the senior looming over me.

"That's what happens when you try to play with the big boys, little girl," he snickered and walked off.

I was left lying in the mud, completely useless.

Again, I'm sorry that took so damn long. My English teacher won't lay off. And now my French teacher is assigning a bunch of homework, and my physics teacher just assigned two projects. You'd think they'd lay off since my finals are in two weeks!

Anyway, I have an English project to finish this weekend, but I'll try and update again soon.