Monster high

How to throw a tantrum

Nathan's P.O.V again made by the lovely FallenSecrets!

"I don't want to." Honerè crossed his ankle over the opposite knee, folded his arms and lifted his nose. "In fact, I refuse."

"You don't have a choice." Cuan stated, slamming his locker closed and throwing a pair of swimming trunks at the Warlock. "Either that or cleaning the broom closet. That pesky gross boggart still lives there you know."

"I still vote broom closet." He said stubbornly, throwing the trunks back at him and turning his head away from the elf to look at one of the boys getting dressed.

I sat with my arms folded, watching Cuan desperately try and convince Honerè to swim. It wasn't going well. I'd tried before and had been met with the same results, the Warlock refused. I wasn't sure if it was because he couldn't or just because he simply won't or because he was scared of water.

"There is no way you're going to get out of this time." I pulled a loose shirt over my head to hide my perfect body, that was for everyone to see later.

"You just watch! I won't swim." Honey lifted the corners of his mouth in an evil smile. He hadn't even changed out his traditional Warlock clothing, a long black cloak, a ridiculous assortment of rings and tight black jeans.

I rolled my eyes, giving up on that hopeless boy and going back to checking out the stragglers who were still changing. Today was PE. In the pool.

Just the thought made me smirk. Plenty of hot shirtless boys, babes in bikinis and of course Cuan and Honey. But you couldn't really label Cuan as well... available. I snickered at the frustrated elf who was struggling to take off one of his sandals and glanced around the room.

I quickly began rummaging through my locker when no one was looking. I had found the paper and had just decided on going through the list of my classmates that were potential preying material and came up with the usual plus a new addition, Daniel.

Ugh! I couldn't get that kid out my mind! He invaded my maths with his grey eyes, my English lesson with his rosy blushing and my art with his glorious bubble butt. Good Gods! What was happening to me? I needed to get my mind off him before it drove me mad.

Seeking some distraction I turned to Honerè again, not because I cared if he swam or not, but because it gave me something else to do besides think about that luscious boy.

"Hey Honey, can I put you on my list?" I said, looking over my shoulder at him.

"What list?" He narrowed his eyes into slits and I could feel his suspicion of me.

"The list of hotties and fuck material." I said, watching as he pulled an incredibly annoyed and slightly frustrated face.

"As if it concerns me. All I know is that I'll keep my Mother Mary statue close by." He snorted, lowering his lashes over his purple eyes. "Nathie, you need a life."

"Oh I have a life, you need to get laid." I said over my shoulder as Cuan shouted he was done, "Preferably with me."

He stood up with lightly red tinted cheeks muttering some insults no doubt, but walked after us anyway. We pushed the doors to the pool open, students hung around doing nothing or were already in the pool warming up, mostly the nymphs. A hunky werewolf stood flexing his muscles for an adoring group of elf chicks while some goblins huddled in a corner, cowering from the water. I snickered at them, one drop of water and they practically drown, they can't swim for shit.

The swimming instructor, a sexy young Warlock with curling horns, sat on the first step of the pool talking to some of the students. Cuan and I watched in fascination as our dear Honey approached the guy, made up an excuse, then plonked himself on one of the benches, giving us an all knowing smile. I'd come to think it was a Warlock to Warlock thing. Little bastard, I was going to give him something to smile about if he wasn't careful.

"He did it again." Cuan shook his head, pulling his vest off and dove into the pool. First damn swimming elf I've ever seen. I took my time wondering around, checking out the talent and surveying the area. And maybe the instructor, I mean you've got to appreciate a hot bod when you see one.

He stood up to call order with a loud snap of magic, he was one of the few teachers at the school that could conduct the wild idiots that were in this school.

"Okay you lot, 200 m butterfly races. Nathan, Cuan, Borros and Daniel in the pool, now!" He barked.

I smirked, I was a brilliant swimmer/cheater. Cuan was just as big of a cheat when he used his enhanced reflexes and Borros was just one big hunk of boss ass muscle. Even I had to admit that. Poor little Daniel was going to get eaten alive.

This might be a chance to make him fall for me, if I gallantly come to his rescue while the mean Elf and werewolf are being rowdy, he could owe me and I have a pretty good feeling of what I would like for him to do for me! I dived into the pool to join my friend as he swam to his lane, Borros, the werewolf jumped into the pool as well, getting ready to kick ass.

I watched as Daniel came forward, silence had fallen on the crowd, they were probably mourning his eminent loss. He slid his shirt off, letting it drop to the ground. His body was nothing too special, a little scrawny for my liking.

He had some muscle, I'll give him that, but he didn't make me want to run my hands all over him. Even though he wasn't the usual eye candy, I couldn't force my gaze off him.

I watched as he slipped into the pool, a calm and a familiar look settled on his face. A small smile played on the corner of his lips as he paddled to keep his position. His face was... Unique.

I was broken out my thoughts when the instructor barked his commands. "Get ready... Go!"

I inhaled a deep breath and began the swim. As always, I morphed webs in between my toes, like a frog, so I could swim faster. My dirty little secret for winning the races. I was ahead, far ahead. Cuan would catch up then Borros, but Daniel had no chance. I got to the mark and looked up, only to see Daniel already there. His cheeks were flushed with the exhilaration, his body sliding through the water.

I blinked the water out my eyes to make sure I was seeing right. But there he was, treading to stay in one place, tail whispering through the water. Wait what? Tail? I took a deep breath and stuck my head under water, sure enough, there was his tail. A silver long glistering merman tail. How could I forget he was a fucking merman?!

"That's just fuckin unfair! He's a goddamn merman of course he's going to win!", I growled as I ripped myself out the water, pulling myself up on the side.

I stalked over to the bench where I had left my stuff and picked up my towel, beginning to dry my hair while I watched everyone swooning at, well, him. He stole my spotlight and my ability to think, taking both of those was not an option, hell, taking one of those isn't an option!

I fisted my hand in the material as they pulled him out the water and onto the couch, he was pretty much instantly surrounded by a crowd and dried his tail off till it changed back to legs.

Little bitch. I turned on my heel and walked out, heading for the locker rooms. I couldn't bare to watch this, it was just so... well I wasn't sure what it was. I felt, strange. I didn't know how I felt about this. I clenched my jaw, my iron control was slipping, allowing my canines to change to that of a tiger. The fangs cut my bottom lip, a little blood trickling down my face. I wiped at it irritably, but the pain had cleared some of the confusion.

"Nathan! Nathan wait!" I didn't turn, I knew it was Honerè and I was not in the mood to entertain him. "Did I just see right? Did he just beat you?", he asked with clear amusement in his voice.

I ignored him, opening the door to the locker room and allowing it to close in his face. He threw it open. "Don't go around throwing a bitch fit! Just because he beat you doesn't mean you have to be a total dick about it! You always cheat anyway, what does it matter? Hey? Are you even listening to me?!" He growled.

I clenched my fists again. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd grabbed him and trapped him against the wall, my one hand grabbing his chin. "If you ever speak to me like that again I swear to the Archangel Michael that I'll punch your pretty little face in and then beat the shit out of the rest of your body before throwin you to those horny weres to teach you a real lesson about when to keep your mouth shut because  you're clearly not wanted here!" I hissed at him before pushing myself away from him and ignoring the shock and hurt in his large purple eyes.

I was just so confused, frustrated and pissed! I grabbed my bag and walked out, slamming the door behind me.