Beast

Chapter 3

Ach...i promised myself i wouldn't miss a posting day, and what did i do? miss one :P well, i knew it was going to happen at some point, so better now, when i still can change my lazy procrastinating ways! ;) haha, jk, i was sick tuesday and i've been playing nurse-maid for the reset of my family since, so now that everyone's better i finally have some time for myself to post the chappy :] Sorry again, and enjoy the chapter!

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The first half of my day was the same boring stuff, as far as school is concerned. All my classes were full of people I had the feeling I wasn't going to like, and judging by their looks, already didn't like me.

Even though we were in High School, the teachers still felt the need to have us introduce ourselves in front of the class and tell them about yourselves. Every time I was called, I said something to the effect of, "My name is Niels. Since I have the feeling you don't care about anything I have to say, I won't waste your time."

Eventually, it was lunch time. Since I was a year older than Lenore, we didn't have any classes together, but we had the same lunch period, and decided to sit together.

Walking into the lunch room, I instantly caught sight of a group of people gathering around the table Lenore and I sat at the year before, and intended to that year. I instantly recognized the pillar of black clothes as Lenore, and as I got closer, I recognized the others, as well. A bunch of guys that were effectively nothing more than five year old bullies put into bodies of teenagers. I'd met them before. They had the hospital bills to prove it.

I stealthily crept up behind Lenore. Standing six feet and two inches, I was easily fourteen inches taller than Lenore, and five inches taller than the largest of the bullies. They stared at me with apprehension (hurray for using words they wouldn't understand!) as I observed their faces. The tallest one had a small, circular scar on his cheek from what was a puncture wound. Thinking about it, I doubt he ever got that screwdriver back.

As the harassers left, Lenore turned around to look at me. "You don't have to protect me," she said.

I shook my head. "Didn't your mom not want you to get into any trouble?" I reminded her.

"Still, you've fought those guys before," she protested.

I could only shake my head again. "That was self defense. Those guys attacked me. I didn't let them trick me into throwing the first punch. Especially not at school." She was silent after that.

Getting back to our table, we saw the girl I scared on the bus just wandering around. Lenore and I looked at each other. Without words, we decided to ask her to sit with us. Lenore asked, as she wasn't the one who scared the girl that morning. "Hey, you want to sit with us?" The girl took a step closer, but paused and looked tentatively at me. I tried to put on my creepiest grin. Lenore looked at me and I ducked before her palm connected with my face. "Don't mind him," she told the girl."He won't hurt a fly." Then she paused. "Unless the fly tried to hurt him first." The girl grinned and sat down to eat with us.