A Misfit

Unexpected Kindness

Point of View:

Tyler Baile

When he was down the hall I let go out the wall and took a deep breath. I then let out a shaky breath before heading in the opposite direction. Once I saw the headmistress plaque on the door I knew I was in some deep hog crap.  I went to knock on the door only to have it swing open sharply by Anastasia.  

“What is wrong with you?” She demanded. I cursed under my breath as I walked into the office.  

“Sit.” Headmistress Cast ordered. I sat in the plush leather arm chair in front of her desk and looked at her in the face. She opened her mouth but Anastasia cut her off. 

“Why did you explode on Brock? What did he do to you Tyler? You’re in some serious trouble for assaulting him.”  

“An, contain,” A smooth familiar voice said. Anastasia looked behind me and nodded. I didn’t have to look to see who the man was especially when he placed his hand on my shoulder. “Tyler.” 

“Hello Mr. Bellatoria,” I said normally never taking my eyes off Headmistress Cast.  

“Why?” he asked me. 

“Earlier this morning Mr. Brock Jost confronted me about my sexuality and issued a verbal threat. It was nothing I couldn’t handle, and if it had been up to him he would have fought me then and there until Clayton Summers walked in. When lunch came around I was minding my business saving a seat for Clayton and Evelyn Clearwater. In that time period he came over to my table and started eating my food and blatantly insulted me by calling me faggot. I called him an over confident small d**k s***h badass wannabe he then called me a half breed to which I ignored until he tossed my food to the ground. I called him a filthy hound and some other words. I walked away at this point but he made one last attempt at insulting me.” I said as I checked over my nails.  

“And?”  

“And nothing I taught him manners and made him apologize.”  

“No what you did was tackle him to the ground, straddled him and then used a spork to remove three molars and his wolf canine teeth.” Ian said as he looked over the hospital report.  

“I got him to apologize didn’t I?” I smirked.  

“That is not the point the point is that you are not supposed to do that,” Anastasia said. “You have a problem you come to me, Ian or Pat.” 

“I am not a child I can take care of myself too ya know?” I remarked. 

“But you don’t need to is what we are trying to tell you,” Ian said. I sat back in the chair and mentally rolled my eyes. “Seeing how this maybe a reoccurring problem I am going to have you see a therapist, Dr. Andrews.”  

“I don’t need a shrink!” I yelled as I shot up out of my chair.  

“Tyler is right that seems a little extreme,” Anastasia said.  

“This just a precaution so that it doesn’t happen, again. Now the both of you head home for the day. Tomorrow after Dance you are to report to Dr. Andrews.” 

“FML!” I basically screamed. 

“Excuse me?” Ian asked. 

“You so don’t want to know,” Anastasia insisted. Ian sighed and shook his head at me, clearly tired of my attitude. I stood up and respectfully looking Ian in the eye before running away crying as I went.  

“Wait to go Ian,” Anastasia muttered before chasing after me. I can’t believe he is making me see a therapist! What if he makes me talk about Paris, my suspicions or my life before this? I didn’t want to find out to be frank. I would rather have been half mauled by starving lions while being drug from a horse chariot. “Tyler!” Anastasia called after me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her coming at human speed toward me. Then she was up in the air and upside down as I crashed into someone.  

“Tyler?” Anastasia and the boy asked. I looked down and saw Clayton below me and Donavan standing inches away.  

“Grab him!” Anastasia yelled at the boys. My eyes went wide as Donavan step toward me.  

“No!” I said as I got up and took off in a sprint toward the forest.  

“What the…”Clayton asked as Donavan helped him up to his feet.  

“Nothing,” Anastasia muttered. 

“That was not nothing he was in tears and running from you! Aren’t you supposed to be the one to protect him?” Clayton asked her.  

“I didn’t do anything jerk; now back off before I drain your jugular.” Anastasia threatened. Clayton rolled his eyes and started a fighting match while Donavan walked in the direction of where I went. Moments later thanks to my loud crying and his werewolf sense of smell and hearing Donavan found me by the pound, where I saw Mr. Thyro in his all his naked glory.  

“Hey,” I said went he sat down by me.  

“Hey stranger,” He said bumping my shoulder with his. “So, you want to talk about it?” His soft accent softened my hardened facial expressions and emotions. I always had a weak spot for southerners.  

“Not really,” I muttered as I dried my eyes.  

“Okay let me guess? You are failing all your classes after two days? No okay just me, I am kidding. You got over charged on your wardrobe? No well…” 

“They died in Paris, in front of me and I don’t remember,” I said as my voice cracked.  

“What? Who?” Donavan asked resting his hand on my lap.  

“My parents,” I sighed as I fought back the tears. 

“How do you know that you were there when they died if you lost your memory? Clayton mentioned it,” He asked me making me scoff.  

“I have the clothes I wore when Anastasia found me; she believes judging by the c*****e of the room and the blood patterns that I was in the middle of it all. The clothes are completely drenched in blood. Now they are sending me to a shrink.” I said going over all the facts. 

“So you are afraid he is going to help you remember it all? It would be like reliving it all over again.” I nodded as he put one and two together. After that was out in the open I felt somewhat better. Donavan talked about other subjects that made me smile and laugh such as: him bald, the time the cafeteria blew up, when the northern lights hit in winter, and picturing Brock in a tutu. The more I listened to him with his cute southern accent the more I felt better about the future. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hopeless.  

“Hey if you ever need to talk to someone other than Dr. Andrews and Anastasia, I am here.” I looked up into his eyes and smiled at him. He stared back and smiled slowly as he leaned in slowly. I felt hazy as our eyes engraved themselves in each other’s brain. Then as if the Earth’s gravity had shifted, Donavan and I started leaning into each other for a heartfelt moment.  

“Tyler! Don?” Clayton called out from nearby. Donavan’s traveling hands and my trembling lips receded in the fear of this moment and being caught. I quickly stood up and started walking away from Donavan but it was too late. “Tyler there you are!” Clayton said exasperated.  

“Yeah, Don was keeping me company so I could deal with the whole news my guardian left me,” I said kicking a rock trying to look casual and not in the middle of whatever it was Donavan and I were doing.  

“Yeah I figured when Anastasia and I figured out Donavan slipped away from us,” Clayton said nodding to Donavan as he pulled out a Newport cigarette.  

“That will kill you,” I commented as Donavan lit the cigarette.  

“Better this than another person,” He mumbled with the cigarette in his mouth. I rolled my eyes and walked off toward Laney Hall with the boys tailing me.