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Chapter 1 of HuskyMudkipz

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As the bus stops, I look around with my pale blue eyes. There were the classic jocks, nerdy-girls, average joes, emos, goths, and preppy cheerleaders. Yep, average high-school campus. I totally can't wait for this school year to start.

No, I'm not being sarcastic at all. Whatever gave you that idea?

I use the moisture in the air to unzip my bag, because I'm a lazy shit and being able to completely manipulate pretty much anything with liquids in it meant I had full right to be a lazy shit. I focus on the water in my water bottle (which was totally not filled with tequila or anything) and quickly pull it up to my hand. I uncap it, taking a swig.

And instantly run into somebody and spill it all on their shirt.

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT

My brain yells, and I instantly look up at the other person to see what kind of asshole runs into somebody and spills their totally non-alcoholic drink. And that's when my brain paused mid-rage mode and gawked.

It was a tan guy who looked nearly twice my size in height and muscle. I had no doubt this guy could snap me like a twig, and in all honesty I wouldn't mind it. He was buff, had a little bit of facial hair, and sunglasses that hid his eyes. For a second I thought I had drank a lil' too much and was seeing things.

Than the whole 'could-probably-snap-me-in-half' thing rendered and I decided to play it safe.

"Dammit! Sorry..." I coo, trying to seem like 'the harmless guy who accidently ran into somebody and this was totally a normal thing for me and it's not like I'm a mass murderer or anything; no, totally not.'

The guy groaned in pain, making my eyes narrow. I quickly take a look at his blood focus, seeing that there was apparently a giant bruise on his left side. It looked insanely painful, and pretty recent.

I looked down at his dark blue shirt, seeing a giant stain on it.

Whelp, there goes my 'drunk and happy' plan.

"Here, I have some napkins on me." I say, grabbing some crappy McDonald's napkins from my bag. I hand them over to the guy, focusing on making sure the teq-I mean water- dry up.

"Wow, those are some good napkins. Thanks." The guy says, making me internally fawn at how deep his voice was. He starts to rub his chin, an action that seemed cliché on everyone except him.

"Hey, whats your name?" he asks, and without a second thought I reply.

"Husky." The other guy smiles, waving cutely before saying;

"I'm Ian. Sorry for running into you." I nod, smiling back. Well, this certainly hadn't turned out as planned.

"No, no. It was my fault! I wasn't looking where I was going and..." I softly ramble, following him on my way to my locker; which, as fate would have it, was right above mine.

I barely keep from blushing as I get down on my knees right next to the guys crotch; an awkward and slightly more suggestive pose than I'd personally like to be in but oh well.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Ian interacts with our locker-neighbor, whose name I learn to be Sky. Although, Ian's branding of me as "the mudkip" was slightly offensive; but who cares? A hot guy knew my name and was apparently befriending me; who was I to complain?

We all meet up together for math in a giant circle that consisted of 5 other guys- not counting me, Ian, and Sky. The sorcerer on Ian's right quickly told us who was who, and I commit each to memory in my own special way.