Markers Must Always Be Honored

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning to students moving around in the room next to me. I heard them turning on showers and opening dressers, so I decided to check the time. 7:00. That's plenty of time to get up and ready.

I pulled myself out of bed and made my way over to my dresser. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a white teeshirt, I sleepily pulled my pajamas off to get dressed. To touch up the look a pulled on a red and black flannel, along with a small necklace. It was a silver heart, something of Mom's that made Dad practically tear up when I wore it. 'You look so big with that on, baby girl. Why don't you keep it?' Mom had said when she saw me, a 9 year old, wearing it around the house.

God, I missed her.

Making my way down to the kitchen, I noticed a small group of students eating at a table. Once I got inside the kitchen, I noticed a couple older teens, Erik, and the tall cigar guy from yesterday. "Blake, here's your schedule," Erik said, pulling a paper out of his pocket. I nodded as a thanks and grabbed an apple, crunching into it. Peeking at my schedule, I had Mr. Logan first period, which was physical training.

"You're Logan, right?" I asked the cigar man, catching him by surprise.

"Yeah, why?" He replied. It wouldn't surprise me if a lot of new kids were intimidated by him. He was tall, buff, and had a resting bitch face.

I swallowed the bite I had in my mouth before speaking. "I have you first period. I wanted to make sure I had the right Logan," I said. He shrugged slightly and went back to making himself a cup of coffee. I then glanced at the teenagers in the room. One of them was a boy: slim, pointy-eared and blue. The other was a girl, also quite slim and fit. "I'm Blake. Blake Wick," I introduced after I walked over to them.

"Kurt Vagner," said the blue boy with a strong german accent. "And this is Kitty."

The girl beside him nodded in agreement but looked me up and down. "What kind of name is Wick?"

"Russian. What kind of name is Kitty?" I retorted, crossing my arms slightly.

She grinned. "Ooh, she passed!" She giggled. "I have to be a little mean to see how you'll react. Sorry!"

"It's fine..." I replied, a little confused. God, this school is so weird. "So when does class start?" I asked.

"4 minutes, why? Ohhh you have first period with Logan!" Kurt grinned at me as his tail swished. He must've heard me talking to said teacher beforehand. "I'll walk with you. I have it too."

I nodded slightly and tossed out my apple core. "Come on. I don't like being late," I said, nodding for him to lead the way. Him and Kitty seemed like really nice kids, even if they were a bit obnoxious. I had always been very quiet. I took after my Dad a lot when it came to fighting and to social skills, which means I only excelled in one. I'm sure you can figure out which one that is.

After walking a bit, Kurt looked down at me. "I didn't see you here yesterday. When did you get here?" He asked.

"About ten last night," I admitted. "My dad wanted to talk to Lehnsherr about me staying here. I wasn't supposed to come until yesterday morning." There was no way in hell I was giving him all the details, but that should be enough to satisfy his curiousity.

The elf boy nodded. "You'll love it here. Sure some of the kids can be mean, but Kitty and I are good friends! We'll introduce you to our friend group as well," he grinned. I chuckled slightly.

"Thanks, Kurt," I said with a small smile as we got outside. "Is this where Logan teaches?"

Kurt nodded and sat down in the grass to stretch, so I did the same. I really didn't want to pull a muscle. "He says the grass is much more forgiving than the concrete inside. Besides, he hates the smell of sweaty teens," he explained.

I shrugged slightly in agreement. Sweaty teenagers smelled like shit. Kurt and I chatted for a bit while stretching and waiting for Logan. It seemed as though the elf was just as much of an outcast as I was, but that didn't matter. He was a nice guy.

We only talked for about 3 minutes before Logan came out, putting a cigar out on his hand and then tossing it in the trash. "Welcome to Get Your Face Kicked In Education," he said snarkily. "So, as a starter question, who here can actually fight?"

I raised my hand, not ashamed of it, before looking around. Kurt did the same, along with a young girl with a white strand of hair amongst her dark locks. "You, I have no idea who you are but you talked to me this mornin'. C'mere," he said, pointing to me. I got up and walked to him, tucking my necklace into my shirt. "Spar me."

The class fell silent for a moment and he smirked. He fully expected me to back down, but when that Wick blood in me got pumping, I was not backing down. "Okay," I replied. "All out fight for your life spar?" I asked.

"Sure," Logan said.

"Ladies first," I smirked, narrowing my eyes. He dove down, much too quickly for a man of his size, and grabbed my knee, but I jumped up and placed my boot on his shoulder, flipping over him and getting a good jaw kick in. "That was stupid."

The class oohed and Logan stood back up, chuckling slightly as he tried to conceal his embarrassment. "Alright then, I'm done going easy," he said, feigning going low again and instead hooking his arm around my neck and getting me in a headlock. "How's that?"

I grunted and threw my elbow back, hitting his ribs, before jumping up and using his body as momentum. We both slammed into the ground and I rolled back on top of him, getting him in a leg lock and holding his arm against my chest. "You're stronger than you look," he said.

"You should see me with a gun in my hands," I smirked slightly. He tugged on his arm and I simply pulled it to a more uncomfortable position. "Tap," I ordered. He refused and I shifted, causing him to groan as his elbow cracked softly to let him know that it wasn't supposed to bend that way. He tapped on my leg and I released him.

I got up and offered my hand, pulling him to his feet. "Where the hell did you learn to fight like that?"

"My dad," I replied vaguely. He raised an eyebrow and I walked back to my spot beside Kurt, wiping my lip were he had hit it on the way down. "That was fun!" I called.

"Fuck you too, sugar," Logan said snarkily.

I smirked. "That's illegal," I replied. He rolled his eyes and the class snickered. "I'm sorry, carry on," I added with a soft chuckle as Logan started to explain certain types of fighting skills. I saw Kurt grinning and tilted my head. "What?" I whispered

"No one's ever beaten Logan in sparring before."

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Thank you to the person who called me out for not spelling Erik's name right!!! Yes, please, call me out. No sarcasm there. I need all the help I can get
Keanu meme coming up

Felt this one deep
-lit ass author