Good Boy In Training

Sleep on it

"Help go get a teacher quickly there is a fight happening!" Some students yelled as Toby threw a quick punch.

Toby laughed as he saw the boy beneath him start bleeding. "Yeah bitch you like that huh? eat shit Kyle!" He yelled going in for another punch.

"Young man get off of him!" a male teacher yelled pulling Toby off the bleeding boy.

"Go to the office immediately! Someone help me bring this boy to the nurse"

Toby did as he was told and rolled his eyes "yeah, yeah" he already knew the drill.

This was Toby's final year of high school and he was not holding back. He didn't have any family to impress by doing good so what was the point?

He made his way down the hallway and out the back door. He wasn't actually going to go to the office. In fact he'd just been there earlier that morning.

He was sent there due to "picking" on a girl from his first period. The principal had told him to leave school but on his way to his locker to get his bag the girl's boyfriend had found him.

The girl's boyfriend, Kyle, was very offended with the joking comments Toby had made about her.

Toby chose to ignore the pathetic boy until he put his hands on Toby first and that's when all hell broke loose.

Toby has gotten into quiet a few fights but he has one single rule for himself. Always let them hit you first.

And many people do. They mistake Toby's small frame as him being weak until their bloody teeth marks are imbedded in his knuckles.

He took out a pack of cigarette's hed stolen from a drunk man's pocket and lit them on his way out of the schools gates.

"Excuse me but I don't think smoking is allowed on the schools premises." Someone called out.

Toby popped in an earbud and took another drag of his cigarette. "Excuse me but I was speaking to you." Said the person again only closer this time.

'What's up with this prick? Can't they tell I'm ignoring them?' Toby thought as he picked up his pace.

"Hey!" Said the person as they grabbed Toby's  shoulder. With a quick arm Toby grabbed the persons hand and whipped himself around nearly breaking the person's wrist.

Well at least he thought. He looked up to see a large smiling boy unfazed by Toby's hard grip on their wrist.

"You shouldn't be smoking that here. And you attend this school correct? You also must be underage. What a shame." Said the boy shaking his head.

"Fuck off limp dick I do what I please." The two stood there for a moment. Toby didn't want to let go of the boys wrist yet because the other wasn't even trying to set himself free.

Was he planning on doing something once toby set him loose? He can't be the one to walk away first that will make him look like a pussy. Hell have to hold the boys  wrist until he begs him to let go.

The two stood there for nearly a minute and Toby's hand was cramping  up.

The school bell rang for the begging of second period. "Oh I need to go now or I'll be late. Ill be leaving first goodbye. And throw away those cigarettes they're no good for you." Said the boy easily getting out of Toby's death grip.

Toby felt in shock at how the boy slipped out of his grip. 'He was only able to take his wrist out that easily because my hand was hurting and I loosened my grip on him'

Toby made his way to his place. He was unable to live by himself because of his age and lack of money. But he'd worked for an elderly man once who had a sister who's son had passed away at a young age. She accepted to take him in for as long as Toby needed.

She owns a small restaurant that's below their apartment. Toby didn't mind his living situation, in fact he almost loved it.

The lady who took him in, Rita, never said things like, "do your homework now!" Or "you must come home before 8:00 pm young man!". She left him alone unless it was time for food or if she needed help in the kitchen.

She did care about him although it may not sound like it. The most important thing to her is that Toby stays safe which she's learned is a pretty difficult thing for him to do.

Toby tried his best to slip into the restaurant quietly but the stupid bell gave him away.

"Toby that's you right? Come to the kitchen." Yelled Rita. Which was pretty unusual to hear her yell because there was costumers.

"What do you nee- ow ow stop!" Toby squealed as he was being hit in the back of the head by some lettuce.

"I got a call today from the high school which I'm used to but I'm not used to being threatened! They said you hit some boy and knocked his tooth clean out! They said the family could sue us! What if I-"

"Whoa calm down would you? That dude I beat up comes from a nice family and those kinds of family's don't want to share to the public that their son gets into trouble. The schools just trying to scare you that's all."

"Toby they said if you do something like that again they will throw you out. They have given you so many chances to clean up your act and you've told me several times before that this year you will finally do good. Please Toby I don't ask much of you but I really just want to see you succeed in life. It's good to get your anger out in all but let's stop taking it out with your fist flying okay? Maybe join a club or-"

"Wait Rita you want me to what? Succeed in life?"

"Yes Toby, maybe I should have told you that sooner but I wasn't sure on how you'd take it. It was probably not best for me to not tell you that but I  do want you to turn your life around. But weather you do it or not just know that I want what's best for you okay?"

Toby shook his head and headed up to his room. He'd gone his whole life being looked down upon by others. Being told he's a good for nothing low life so he started believing thats all he'll ever be.

He never found reasoning for trying to be good. He'd had no support, no one to recognize his success . So he'd never tried to do anything good with his life. But now with this new information maybe he will try to do something with his life.

Or maybe he'll just sleep on that thought.