Tailspin Anthology

Schooled

If Christian met Jason at a boarding school.

Students have arrived for the first day of school, and sixteen year old Jason was minding his own business when someone tackled him to the ground. "Get off of me!"

"I'm sorry!" The other person is scrambling to get off him, and he glared at fifteen year old Christian.

"What's your deal?"

He put his hands out. "I was in a hurry and."

"And what? You just thought you could pounce me like a brainless lunatic."

"I said I was sorry!" Jason huffed in annoyance before stomping away. Leaving Christian pouting.

Third period, gym class is in full swing, and Jason is standing still while the rest of the class plays flag football.

"Not athletic like I am?" A fellow zombie asked.

He crossed his arms. "No, I just don't see the point of this. I'd rather take a class that can actually be useful in the real world."

They hear screaming and look to see Christian kicking and waving frantically underneath fifteen year old Roger.

The P.E. teacher blew the whistle. "Long-tail! Get off your classmate, or get detention. " He threatened. Roger rolled his eyes before getting up, and Christian grunted with his face planted to the ground.

"The freshmen this year are interesting. Although, I was shocked to learn who they were with how tall and buff they are."

Jason snorted. "That's typical of mammal shifters. Just like how sparkly vampires are. Either one ticks me off."

Lunch hour, Jason is eating with his friends and watching poor Christian getting tossed around like a beach ball by Roger, fifteen year old Jacob, and other werewolves.

He finally landed on a table, and food splattered all over the place. It's occupied by fifteen year old John, Ashley, and a few vampires.

"You werewolves have no class. And you better pay to have my clothes dry cleaned." Christian is groaning with swirly eyes.

For the rest of the school day, Jason didn't see the danger-prone red head, and is in the school library waiting for the poor schmuck that he agreed to tutor.

"This is horrific." He said as he's checking the person's test papers. "This is the most moronic person on the planet. Who on Earth is this guy?"

As an answer, Christian walked through the door. "Why am I not surprised?" He muttered.

Christian and Jason are sitting across from each other. "How the heck did you even pass to ninth grade?"

Christian frowned. "Lots of extra credit." He blushed. "And summer school. Now, can you help me or not?"

Jason groaned. "I can already feel myself losing brain cells. However, I promised to help you, and that's what I'm going to do. Just don't expect me to go easy on you. Got it?"

Christian smiled and sparkled. "Thank you so much!"

Jason's heart fluttered, but brushed it off. "Let's get started."

A couple weeks later, Christian is beaming. "A C! Jason's tutoring is really helping. I can't wait to show him."

His smile faded. "Why am I so excited to see him?"

Out of nowhere, he's being rammed against the lockers. "Why, hello, oolong."

Christian puffed his cheeks out. "For the hundredth time, that's not my last name. The school somehow got it wrong and haven't corrected it."