Teenage Monster

Chapter 4

I raced to the inner circle of the fight, elbowing my way through. I reached the front row and felt like collapsing.

Yep, Ty was there... fighting Stephen. They were rolling around the floor, constantly trying to sneak a hit in.

"Ty!" I barked. He looked up but Stephen seized the chance, and Ty collapsed with a blow to the eye. I turned to the girl nearest to me.

"Can you please get a teacher?" I asked her, having to shout over the chants.

"Why?" Promptly after answering my question, she went back to chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

I stood there, unsure of of what to do with myself, when I finally decided. I stepped into the "ring", shall we say, and desperately started trying to separate the two. When that didn't work, I leaned down and whispered in their ears, "Both of you stop, or else."

"Or else what?" Stephen spat blood on my direction.

"I'm a Bexen. What do you think?"

That made Stephen get up and leave, but not before declaring himself winner of the fight. I glared at him, and he finally trudged away.

I helped Ty up and led him to alcove through the dispersing crowd. Once we were alone, I started to yell at him.

"What were you thinking?" I hissed at him. "Both of you could've bern exposed!"

"It was your fault, Mo!" He whispered furiously.

"How is it my fault?" I asked incredulously.

"You told them you were a Bexen! You aren't a Bexen!"

"What? Of course I am!" I shouted indignantly.

"No, not in attitude, you aren't. Look, Mo, you may be clever, and maybe a little passable on the looks, but you don't crave blood. You aren't out to hurt people and watch them suffer. "You're a vegetarian, Mo, for Pete's sake!"

"So?" I gulped. "Look, I may not contain all the Bexen traits, but I'm still a physically full Bexen!"

"Okay, even though that sounded really awkward," Ty snickered, "It still doesn't count. Mo, Bexen are the most respected Verbos ever. Mainly because of how much they want blood, but how shrewd they are in getting it. But you... If word ever got out about you, our entire family would me shunned."

"So what? You aren't a Bexen."

"No, I'm not. Only girls are Bexen."

"And you're a Jyre, a big, lumbering hairy beast who isn't very smart-"

"Shut up, Mo!" Ty hissed. "Look, just because mom's a Bexen and dad's a Jyre doesn't mean that we're half bloods. We inherit the same gender's Verbos self, and something went wrong with you. That it isn't supposed to happen."

"I'm leaving. Goodbye." I breezed past him, but then backtracked my steps. "Wait," I said, smiling at him in what I hoped was an evil smile, (I'm not very good at those) and retrieved a slender, glass bottle from my bag. I uncorked it and waved it in his direction, letting the milky white substance leak from the bottle. Ty sniffed it and immediately recoiled.

"Crap, Mo, what was-" Ty's voice broke, and he grabbed at his throat. He kept opening and closing his mouth. He stopped and marched over to me.

He pointed at me like he was planning on shouting, but he couldn't.

"Oh, calm down." I waved my hand. "You can talk to other people, just not me. The hex will go away in... Well... Let's say three days." I smiled at him. "Bye, bye, bro."

He sadly raised his hand in a wave.