Out of the Ordinary

Chapter 9: Show-off

The rest of the week went by smoothly. Dainu had no trouble with fitting in at all, since he is now the most popular and unique student in the school. Every student, teacher, and even lunch ladies fell in love with Dainu. He was the only one who was unique, magical, most beautiful, and extremely kind to everyone. Carmen wanted to be in that category when she said, "What about me?" in a fake goody-goody way.

Everyday when we entered school, everyone would stop what they are doing and goes over to Dainu, greeting him, shaking his hand, touching him. I was like the bodyguard when I tell everyone to back away and give us some space. One girl came up to Dainu and started shaking his hand wildly, and started talking about herself really fast. Dainu stood there patiently, nodding at her. I had to cut her off since she was taking up our time.

I told Dainu he needed supplies for school, but it looked like all the information in the universe was plot there in his head. He didn't jot down any notes; he answered every question the teachers asked with no second thought. But some teachers were getting tired of Dainu answering every question and wanted somebody else to answer. That's when they picked on me, and I looked at them clueless. I begged Dainu to give me the answer, but the teachers said I can't use Dainu like an encyclopedia. That was so unfair.

At the time when gym came, that's when things started to get hyped up. All the jocks came to Dainu and demand him to challenge them.

"I do not wish to challenge any of you. It would not seem morally proper to flaunt my skills," Dainu told them.

"Yeah!" I butted. "He doesn't want to challenge you. Bug off, you jerks!"

"We're not leaving until shows us what he's go," said Mark, the jock leader. "I want this green boy to prove how good he is. Unless, he's...chicken!"

Mark and his gang roared with laughter and clucked like chickens. I hate jocks so much; they're so immature.

"I would like to challenge you," Dainu said, "if you tell me what a chicken is."

They laughed some more.

"Forget them, Dainu," I said. "They're just jerks; they like to put new students down. Just ignore them."

"That's right, run along, punks!" Mark teased. His gang laughed some more. I hope their tonsils fall out.

I grabbed Dainu's arm, and tugged him away. But he didn't move.

"Come on, Dainu," I begged, tugging on his arm.

"Wait," he said. Then he turned to Mark. "I do not like people taunting the innocent. It is rude, uncivilized, and immoral. I will accept you challenge. But I must inform you, none of you can defeat me."

You go boy, I thought. I was amazed how he smart-talked them. And he didn't even curse, raised his voice, or insult them. He said it in a nice, appropriate way.

"AWRIGHT!!" shouted Mark. "We got us a challenge! But don't get too smart, brother. I'm the best one in this school, so we shall see who gets defeated."

Dainu smiled, and shook hands with Mark. Let the challenges begin.

It was getting really crazy when the news about Dainu challenging the jocks got out. Everyone went out to the field to see what they were going to do. Even Miss. Lowe, the gym teacher, came to watch the fun. The first challenge was shot put. Mark explained the rules to Dainu, and also bragged how far he can throw the ball, which was about thirty feet. First Mark threw his shot put ball; it landed around thirty five feet. When it was Dainu's turn, he picked up the ball with no trouble. I've heard those shot put balls were heavy, but Dainu picked it up like it was light as a feather. Dainu threw the ball, and it flew high into the sky. It disappeared when it touched the sky, and as it came down, it landed all the way at the end of the field. Everyone gasped, the jocks dropped their jaws. Miss. Lowe ran towards the ball and estimated how far it was. It was more than a hundred twenty feet. Everyone cheered for Dainu, instead of the jocks for the first time. I even saw one of the jocks clapping for Dainu, too, but his friend gave him a sour look.