❝ We were both young , when I first saw you ❞
WHEN Jason's gone missing, and in the process of looking for him, his protector floods a school, gets sent to a school for delinquents, and ends up making enemies with a stupid mechanic. Oh yeah, and get...
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I HATE FURRY GOATS
[NAME]
"ARGHHHH!!!"
A yell caused us to jump backwards, our heads snapping towards the direction of the disturbance.
Coach Hedge had sprung from the cages, bat at the ready and wild eyes scanning for any danger. His shout had also awoken the other two from their slumber, with Piper tumbling off the couch with a shout and Jason leapt to his feet.
"Coach is awake." Leo pointed out, which was really unnecessary. Seemed like he managed to loosen the lock up just enough for it to pop off at any given moment.
"Thanks for that, I couldn't have known." I deadpanned, gesturing to the manic goat—who was currently smashing tea sets while shouting, "DIE!!" at the top of his lungs.
Leo just winked in response.
Coach Hedge was clambering around on his furry hindquarters, whacking at the sofas and winding up to charge at the throne that sat at the end of the table.
"Coach!" Jason yelled.
Hedge turned, breathing hard. His eyes seemed wilder than when he first broke out of the cage, and I grew wary of a sudden attack from him. The faun—satyr, whatever—was still wearing his orange polo shirt and his coach whistle, but his horns were very clearly visible over his curly hair, and his beefy, hairy legs were definitely goat. Or would it be goatly? I saved that thought for later.
"You're the new kid." Coach Hedge said, lowering his club. "Jason." He looked at Leo and Piper, who's hair looked as if it was made home for a friendly hamster. "Valdez, McLean." His eyes landed on me. "[Last Name]." I nodded.
"What's going on? We were at the Grand Canyon. The anemoi thuellai were attacking and—" Coach's eyes zeroed in on the venti cage, and his eyes went back to DEFCON 1. "DIE!"
"Coach—!" I immediately rushed to hold him back, trying my hardest to dodge the flurry of limbs that he started swinging as soon as I lifted his furry legs off the floor. "It's okay! They're locked up—holy fuck you're heavy—we just sprang you from your cage!"
