I ran over. He was face-down. I rolled him over with all my might. His arms and legs were at weird angles and his nose looked broken. I checked his pulse.
“He’s alive!” I announced to literally no one. I looked around and saw Calix and the four footballers were already walking back to the school. All the “friends” had fled. They even left the weed behind.
“Should I tell the nurse to go check on him in the snow since Chasity says he’s alive?” Asked Ashton.
“Do whatever you want,” shrugged Calix.
Ashton nodded.
“Thanks,” Calix said nodding to the four of them. They smiled.
“No need to thank us, Alpha,” said Ashton, smiling.
“No problem, Alpha,” said Arnold.
“You’re welcome, Alpha,” murmured Brett as though star-struck.
“Not a problem, Big C!” Exclaimed Jerald which made Calix laugh
