A Misfit

Threats and Promises

Point of View:

Tyler Baile 

Though I was happy for lunch just like the rest of the boys and girls I sparred against. I was sad that lunch ended quickly but excited for Beastology and Bewitching with Clayton and Evelyn. I figured Beastology would be anatomy of other beings and expected to snooze in the class. I was surprised when we learned about animals I heard about in Greek and Roman mythology. My favorite part was when Professor Hobskin would sneer every time the humans got the mythology wrong. Like how Chiron was the only good centaur, he was actually the worst because he killed other magical beings for humans. Professor Fred Hobskin was a real riot. I was hoping that we would actually work with real beasts but we won’t do that until after Christmas. So then we are taking this time to study them safely. The bell rang I leapt out of my seat happy to go Bewitching. Professor Belle Boggs was not at what I expected. She reminded me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast, she was tall and elegant and reminded me of a rose. Despite her obvious beauty she was highly intelligent. In one class I learned that you don’t always have to chant to perform a spellitual if you are extremely powerful but it takes a lot of mental power and practice. When the bell let us out I was almost sad but then I remember that I had Dance next. 

I walked with my head held high as I walked into the dance area. “Hello class I am Instructor Ellen Jensen but please call me Ellen. Let me explain what exactly this class is. This is the class where it is a 100 percent physical movement. You will learn ballet, crumping, break dancing and old fashion waltzes and tangos. Now if you want to back out now is the time to get the heck out of my class room. I will expect nothing but the best out of every single one of you. I will work you until your every muscle burns and every bone is broken. If you are sick too bad I want you to dance through it. Why? Because we are performers.” What the hell did I just walk into? I closed my eyes and opened them hoping I was dreaming but I wasn’t. I sighed and from there I went through the exercises and dances.   

When the final bell rang I was so exhausted from the day, that I passed out before my head hit the pillow when I was home. I slept peacefully and for once I didn’t wake up thinking of nightmares and my parents. I had a scary wake, you the ones where you practically wake up with a heart attack, to the alarm screeching. “Ugh,” I mumbled as I slapped the alarm and winced at the shooting pain I received. “Norta,” I whispered and my wand lit the room up revealing my intensely bleeding hands and forearms.  

“Dude I told you quit using magic,” Clayton said rolling over to scold me. He stopped when he saw the blood. “Jesus you’re a bleeder.” Clayton jumped up and grabbed the first aid kit from his shelf.  

“What do you mean bleeder?” I asked as I stared at the blood. 

“Remember when I told you about the after affects?” I nodded as he wiped the blood off. “Well there are four types of affects: scaring, insanity, black outs and bleeding. Bleeding is uncommon in most normal witches but is common in hybrids.” Clayton said as he poured hydrogen peroxide on the open wounds. “There you go; the wounds should be healed after you shower.” Clayton got up and put the kit away and grabbed his toiletries.  

“Clay, what type are you?” I asked him concerned. 

“I’m a combo, black outs and scaring,” He said lifting up his shirt and turned around. A massive scar covered most of his right lower back.  

“Oh my god Clay let me take care of that,” I said grabbing my thyme and sage. 

“No Ty trying to remove it makes it worse believe me,” He said as he put his shirt back on. “Now come on we got to shower and head to class.” I nodded and quick grabbed my things before heading into the bathroom. I was lucky to get the last stall. I disrobed myself and did my business. I washed the conditioner out of my hair and got out of there like the day before. I smiled as I shut the door behind me. I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out my ripped up jeans and black button t-shirt. I had just finished putting on my pants and was beginning to button my shirt when my door opened.  

“Thanks you Clay for cleaning up the blood,” I said over my shoulder.  

“What did you have your period?” I turned around and saw Brock in my room leaning against the door frame.  

“What the… why are you doing in my room?” I asked as I faced him.   

“To give you a message,” He said, pushing himself off the door frame. “Don’t you fricking look at me in the bathroom, locker room or anywhere and I won’t kick your ass and beat the gay out of you.” I looked at him and laughed. He looked at me with a confused look as I continued to laugh at him.  

“Are you trying to threaten me?” I giggled out.  

“Who’s threatening? I am making a promise.” He puffed out his chest. 

“Ha as if you could do anything but talk?” I remarked as I stood tall. Brock had a good 4 inches on me but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t wipe the floor with him.  

“Brock what are you doing in our room?” Clayton asked as he walked in. Brock looked to him and deflated his chest. 

“Nothing,” He said before leaving. I slouched back onto my bed and rolled my eyes as he left. 

“Okay what was that about?” Clay asked putting his toiletries on his shelf. 

“Nothing just Brock making empty threats,” I muttered under my breath as I picked up my bag.  

“He is doing what to you?” Clayton asked sounding fatherly.  

“Nothing like he said,” I said looking him in the eye.  

“Dude I am here for you if you need me,” He said as I stormed out. I just rolled my eyes as I left Clayton to change. I rushed down the stair and out the front door in the fresh air. I gripped the stair’s rail and took several deep breaths.  

“Whoa Tyler don’t die on us,” Donavan said from down the stairs. I scowled at him as I walked down the stairs. “Okay I am guessing I did something wrong and class hasn’t even started so why don’t you tell me.” He asked drawing out his words. 

“How about yesterday in alchemy,” I asked him as I stormed passed him.  

“Well hey I am sorry for what it’s worth,” He called out as I rushed to my first period class. From there on the morning was a blurry haze as I learned more things. When lunch came around the corner I was surprised at how fast the day went. I grabbed two hamburgers and an order of cheese balls and sat down at random lunch table and tried to enjoy my food. This didn’t last long when I saw Brock walking over to me. I rolled my eyes knowing he was probably going to make another attempt at threatening. Instead he sat down at my table across from me and started eating my cheeseballs.  

“So faggot how has your day gone,” Brock asked loudly for the entire cafeteria to hear.  

“It was great until this over confident small d**k s***h wannabe badass sat across from and made an attempt to insult me.” I said just as loud which got me a chorus of giggles. 

“What did you say you half breed,” Brock yelled. The crowd gasped at the insult but remained silent as I quietly eating my food. “Hey I am talking to you hick,” Brock said flipping my tray onto the ground.  

“I was eating that you filthy hound,” I yelled. “I am so sick of your kind thinking you are so superior because you are warm blooded, have super strength and speed. So freaking what a witch can do that and more. You wouldn’t last ten minutes against me when I have my wand. You are just a pathetic excuse for lycan and an even poorer use of space, let alone human flesh. So put that in your crack pipe and blow it out your mother’s STD infested mouth,” I said standing up and leaning into him. When he didn’t reply I picked up my bag and walked way. 

“At least I am not a homo,” Brock said under his breath. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around slowly. Brock froze where he stood as my gaze held him there. I looked down at the nearest table and the spork flew into my hand.  

“You will regret that,” I said as the next couple of minutes became a blur of pain, screams and muscle. 

 ****** 

“Stop man handling me you pompous ignoramus or I will make you!” I snarled at Professor Thyro. He just held my arm tighter as he drug me down a maze of halls.  

“You will learn to hold your tongue Mr. Baile,” He roared as we took a right. 

“How about you let me go so I can walk on my own and I will think about it,” I replied. He rolled his eyes and tugged tighter on my arm. “Mufta,” I whispered and an electrical current zapped the instructor. He yelped and scowled t me. “Hey, I warned you.” 

“Did you just assault me?” 

“I am in my right to, considering I warned you and you were hurting a student.” 

“Like hell you are. A student is never allowed to assault a teacher.” He grunted as he gripped me harder and pulled. 

“Oh but seeing them completely butt naked is?” I shot off. His grip loosened and he faltered in his step. “Yeah that was me in the woods. Besides I shouldn’t be punished for defending myself after all Brock had been making threats at me, the filthy mutt,” I said as I walked out of his grip.  

“What did you call him?” He said through gritted teeth.  

“You heard me,” I retorted.  

“Enough!” In a flash Professor Justin Thyro grabbed my wrist hard and pressed me up against the wall. My head made contact with the cerement wall giving me white hot pain.  

“Enough is never enough.” I said whispered. The music instructor bared his teeth in a snarl and balled his hand into a fist ready to strike. I jumped when he impacted the wall two inches from my right temple. I looked into his honey brown wolf eyes with awe and fear.  He then leaned in close enough to kiss me and stayed there. He looked down into my eyes panting as our eyes seared each other’s.  

“I said enough,” He said just as my lips quivered. His warm breath sent chills of sensation down my spine. I gulped loudly when he leaned back and lowered me to the ground. “They are waiting for you in the room at the end,” He said coldly before turning around sharply and walking away.