Denhart High School

Chapter 10

  There were voices in the distance. Jason stopped to listen to them. So did Britain.

  "What's the lowest you'll go...?" A female voice rang out. "Mmmm, 50.." Then a gruff man's voice. The female spoke again. "Come on, I have a class next!"  

 Jason nodded for Britain to attack if anyone tried to hurt them. It was the school Chemistry teacher, Miss Marywell. Jason relaxed. He sheathed his sword. ~Let's go Britain.~ he braked.

  Miss Marywell saw him "Jason!" Jason narrowed his eyes. ~Britain. Hold her off.~ he growled. Jason turned around, stomping off. 

"Jason!" She stormed after him. Britain growled. Jason ran fast. Faster than an average person. Britain hesitated to attack Miss Marywell. Britain followed Jason.Britain pawed Jason. ~Stop running! Just explain to her what you were doing.~ Britain softly whimpered. Jason nodded.

  Jason turned around. "I'm sorry!" he yelled. "Just practicing my swordplay!" Jason looked at Britain, then looked up to see how far away the teacher was. Jason sighed, sheathing his sword. He jogged over.

  "Detention." Miss Marywell said calmly after Jason got over to her. 

  He shrugged. "Great." Jason nodded to Britain who trotted off. "I was just practicing my swords play." he groaned. 

  "My office. Now." Miss Marywell said. Jason nodded and obliged.

Jason sighed taking a seat once they arrived.

   "Give me the weapon" Miss Marywell said, holding out her hand.

  Jason nodded. "My dad said to practice swordsplay while I was here..." He whispered, wincing at her command.  

   "Give me the weapon! Now!" Miss Marywell demanded.

 He handed it over. His phone rang. He took it out and looked at the screen. Jason's face paled. "It's my dad..." he pressed a button. "Hey dad, handing you over to my teacher." He answered. Jason gave the phone to Miss Marywell.

   "I have just caught your son with a sword on school premises." Miss Marywell spoke to Jason's dad.

 "Ah! Hello! Miss Marywell! Do me a favor and read the hilt of the sword? And hand me down to Jason please." said Jason's dad.She looked at the sword. She passed the phone back.

  Jason took the phone. "Yeah dad? Seriously? Nixelle is coming? Awesome! Except for the fact that I don't have my sword. Uh-huh. Yeah. Cool. Okay bye." Jason gave the phone back. "Now Miss Marywell, what does the sword say?" Jason's dad asked.

"Shade...." Miss Marywell said.

   "Of course. That was my son's 14 birthday gift. Tomorrow, there should be a girl outside the door about 16 years old. She's Jason's swordsplay mentor." continued Jason's dad. "She'll give you a card, so you know it's her. Goodbye now!" He hung up. "So?" asked Jason.  

   "You are dismissed. Collect your weapon tomorrow morning..." Miss Marywell said shocked. She handed back Jason's phone.

  Jason nodded. "Thank you ma'am." He got up, pocketing his phone. He walked out the door and went to his room. 

 Charles ran into the dorms and just caught Jason "Hey!"

  Jason stopped, sighed, and turned around. "Yeah?" 

  "I was just saying hi..." He went to his room door. "The first time I met you, I asked that you returned the favor of being friendly. Obviously you forgot that..."

  Jason nodded. "Sorry. Miss Marywell took away my sword. I'm a little tense." he admitted. Jason went into his room and looked out the window. ~Britain?~ he asked. Britain came running. 

 Charles went into his room, picked up an envelope and sat on his bed. He looked at the letter-Addressed to his Dad. 

  Jason sighed, waiting for Nixelle. There was a knock at his door. Jason looked over. "Come in!"

 Charles walked in and closed the door. "Hey, I just needed someone to talk to..."  

 Jason looked up from the window. "Yeah, cool. Sit down!" He smiled.  

  Charles looked around, then sat on the floor. 

 Jason nodded and sat down with him. ~So you really actually understand wolf?~ he asked.

   "Yeah, but that's not why I need to talk to you..." 

 Jason nodded. "Go on..."

   Charles looked at Jason "I need help, Jason..." 

 Jason sighed. "What kind?" he asked. Jason looked out the window, where Britain was trying to jump into his room.

  "Well, you see... Okay, what the heck...! My dad abuses me." 

  Jason looked shocked. "In what way? Hurting you? Or..."

  "Put it this way-He throws me around the basement. Last month he fractured my wrist."  

  Jason nodded. "So he hates you?" he asked. Britain bit his finger. Jason winced.  

  "He's hated me ever since my mum found me in the corner and took me."

  "So I'm guessing you don't want to go home after three months?" He asked, thinking of a plan.

  "There is, one reason..."

  Jason nodded, listening intently. 

 "The only reason I want to go back is my girlfriend. We are engaged, after all..."

   Jason sighed. "Look, you either have to learn to defend yourself, or cower in fear. There was a knock at his door. "Come in." Jason replied. Nixelle walked into the room. "Hey Jason." she smirked. "Sitting on the floor?" she asked. Jason nodded. "Charles, this is Nixelle." said Jason. 

 "Hi." He waved at Nixelle, then stood up "I'd better go..."

  Jason nodded. "So, I'm practicing swordsplay tomorrow. You coming?" he asked hopefully. 

Nixelle punched him. "I'm not teaching him." she added. Jason sighed. "I know..." he groaned. 

 "No thanks..." Charles left the room.

  Jason sighed. 

Nixelle hugged him. "I missed you so much!" she said, pulling away. 

He shrugged. "Me? Not so much." He joked. 

Nixelle punched him. "Brat." Jason laughed. 

"Where are you staying?" He asked. 

"Here." She replied. 

Jason rolled his eyes. "Fine. But..."  

 Charles re-appeared in the doorway "But what?"  (EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE ME)

  Jason looked over. "Charles? Why are you back?" 

 He shrugged "Just am."

  Jason nodded. Nixelle looked around and settled on the top bed. 

 "She's staying here?" Charles asked.

   Nixelle nodded. "Jason's dad sent me here." she explained.

 "There's something called a Girl's Dorm. Might want to check it out. It's right next door." Charles said.

  Nixelle sighed. "Fine. Besides, what's the point of going there if... well, looks like I am gonna be here a while anyways." Nixelle jumped off the top bed, landing perfectly on her feet. She sighed. "At my school, it never mattered." she mumbled. Nixelle looked up. "Bye Jason. Forest. Tomorrow. " she reminded him. Nixelle walked out the door. 

 Charles leaned on the door frame and folded his arms "Welcome."

Well. It seems we are almost coming to a close of Denhart High. But do not be scared fans of the series. There is a lot more stuff coming. Be prepared.