Last day of school…
"THIRD TIME THIS FUCKING WEEK, THOMAS!" Yelled the albino Sheppard in front of me. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"
"Manners, Mister Robertson." Replied a semi-nasal voice behind me, at same time the mice nurse pulled a bit too hard while bandaging me. "You are a school's member so please act like one."
Mister Robertson, or Robert as I like to call him, groaned a sigh. "Sorry Miriam..."
Robert... that name used to annoy him much, it wore off I suppose, much to my annoyance. No, more than it wearing off there were now so much shit going on to care about the stuff I call people. I sighed, I couldn't help but feel guilty about it... and about the whole mess he got dragged into.
"What happened this time?"
And another sigh from me... it was more a growl than a sigh but who cared, well Robert cared. He glared at me and mildly growled back... I felt like shit for even thinking about standing my ground. I turned my eyes from the nice looking tiled floor I was glaring to and to the off-white walls... they seemed just as interesting anyway.
"Could you just please answer the damn question?" The dog asked, fully growling now.
I didn't know whether to answer or not, I knew he knew the answer, the nurse behind me knew the answer, she huffed faintly, she tried to muffle it but I heard her. Hell! The whole school could make their first assumption and I bet to hell and back they'd be correct.
"What do you think?"
Now, under normal circumstances I'd take my time to sink into that guilty pleasure of watching my favorite teacher's, and personal devil's lawyer's, face contort as I make him lose his cool but...
"ANSWER!" He yelled.
Now is kinda not normal circumstances.
"The voice please." Asked mannered the nurse.
"They started the fight." I stated outright, not far from the true, 'verbal provocation' is considered a way to start a fight, I read that somewhere. I was minding my own business, and even if it was checking out some guy, it was my god-damn business! "You know, Steven and Carl are always trying to grab my tail."
And again another noise from the bitch of a nurse, a snicker this time, I'm glad she finished those bandages that very second, I was starting to think like she was just feeling me up. I turned to see her turning her back to me; surely she took my words the other way around. Bitch... I swear if Robert weren't here I'd give her a piece of my mind.
"Grab your tail, T?" Came the calmer but amused voice of the white canine... and when I turn to see him, HE'S CHUCKLING! At my expense... and in my fucking face! Ok, I accept it wasn't the best way to say some guys are trying to beat the crap out of you just 'cuz you're different but... FUCK!
"HEY!" I yelled, I was the victim here and he's still mocking me like I wasn't even here. "You know what I meant!"
He locked eyes with me then, and offered a sincere smile. Yeah, those eyes could calm a beast like me some good. I felt my face grow hot, I couldn't help it, I think I blushed and feel extremely shy. It happens you know... when you see you're crush's soulful eyes staring back at yours accompanied by a pearly white smile... makes you quote shit from some paper you stole last week.
I had to avert my eyes...
"Thom..." Robert said mildly annoyed. "Really now?"
Damn, he must have taken notice... the growing sausage between my legs must have been a big give away too. I placed a paw there. Yeah, yeah... crushing on the hot teacher, oldest tale ever, you must have heard it a thousand times, thing is... the way he put things back when he fought to win my trust...
"Mister Robertson." A rough deep voice called from outside the infirmary.
"Eh..." We looked at each other. He knew that voice, I knew that voice. "Oh... I'll be right back." Robert said and hurried out.
I got nervous the second that voice called Robert but after I saw the white dog leave the infirmary I started to panic. I haven't seen the man Robert went to see in a week, he told me stay out of trouble or... or...
"Easy, easy there." The mouse nurse said. I growled when she touched me tough. I didn't need her help, I didn't need anyone in this school's help... well, maybe Robert's but that was it.
I groaned. The bandages around my chest felt too tight and the exposed fur in my body prickled like a porcupine's quills. I felt sweaty, the aftertaste of blood still felt strong in my muzzle, it's odor still lingered in my nostrils, the room felt constricting... I had to move, I needed to hear the conversation.
I put on my shirt and started walking. Even walking felt like doing too much, I felt so weak it was like my balls were pulling me to the ground, but I kept on there, ears trying to catch the conversation. Their voices were kept down but I still could hear them, mostly Mister Albert, the tiger had a loud voice anyway... all the time.
"Are you ok?" I felt like shit and it was just walking, I didn't realize I was so beat up. "I asked if you were ok." I couldn't even growl as the bitch mice's face stood but an inch from mine.
"Yes, I suppose so." I merely replied, unsure why.
"Well, you were grunting... anyway, not much I can do for you here, you're wounds are not that bad... this time," yeah... this time, I agreed in thoughts. "So please stay out of trouble."
"Will try..." I ended my line with a sigh... it's kinda hard you know? Staying out of trouble... dealing with the school's bullies, the odd but really good looking teacher, the occasional eye candy, it could be easy if not for the my oversexed mind and the almost uncontrollable irritability that some people think it's just natural in us wolverines... I sighed... and the ruined reputation, mine and that of the school.
I made my way out of the infirmary the same time the nurse went to whatever nurses do when no one's around, bet she sleeps the whole shift. Then I realized I haven't thanked her or shown at least a sign of appreciation but, you know what? Fuck that nurse, she's just doing her work and if Robert's saying the true, which he is most of the time, she's just as spiteful towards me as the bullies who fought me.
I approached the door then, and stopped dead when I heard the conversation.
"What are you implying?" I heard Robert's voice, he was angry... that was rare. "That the boy would rape your son?"
Oh fuck...
"That... kid," I heard Mister Albert reply. "Is making everything worse for everyone, he got Yohan expelled."
Oh, I recognized that tone of voice, oh yeah I did... just as I did with that name. I don't know when I started to hug my chest, maybe after the nurse let me be, but I started to feel an ache in there, a bit of pain that grew harder too. I braced myself against the wall. Fuck, it was cold.
"He deserved it!" Robert said, and like hell he deserved it, and to be incarcerated too for all I know, the tiger was fucking lucky he was two months away from turning eighteen and to have his dad move influences or he would be. "You know the circumstances and..."
"I need not to be reminded of a regretable prank played on some random kid." Some random kid? "And if he fell for it there must have been reasons to it."
Some random kid? That tiger knows my name... bastard, I knew he'd hate me for this, fuck... but hearing him say it still felt like a kick to the gut. I started to pant, my throat felt dry. Fuck.
"It doesn't look good to be hearing a private conversation." I heard, or I think I heard...
"Besides that, he's very presence is a bad influence for every kid in this institute and..."
"Even if it does concern you." I heard it this time, it was the nurse again... then I heard, and I think she heard too, what the old tiger said about me... I'm not sure what happened but somehow she must have sensed something was wrong, very wrong, maybe it was my face, I don't know... her face went down from searing contempt to deep concern in what seemed like an eternity to me but could've been just seconds. I think she took pity on me... I'd feel disgusted personally, but she just stood there, looking at me like mourning a pet run over by a truck.
"I'm sorry..." I said, faintly... I smiled, I felt so stupid ... "I think I'm feeling bad... again."
She wavered, I noticed her nervous moves... almost like she wanted to say something but... simply... couldn't. "Alright." She said. "You can rest on the bed." She pointed her thin index finger towards the opposite side of the door. I walked... not sure why... I felt like the world started to crumble around me, I heard the door opening and closing behind me after a second or two, and voices like whispers and then... silence.
My body was in autopilot, before I knew it I was already sprawled on the bed and felt a sigh escaping my lungs. I was staring at the ceiling, the fan and the dim light coming from somewhere nearby... I felt like crying then. I don't care what you say, or what you think of a person who does... I'm a tough kid, that much I know, if it weren't for his `pack´ I'd probably had mauled someone... I'm glad about his pack part... paid for the hesitation though. I felt disoriented then, maybe it was just my mind, maybe it was just the stink of medicine, I'll never get use to them... I don't know...
"Thom." I heard Robert calling me. "I brought your backpack."
I must have fallen asleep somewhere in the wait, I had a mat over me when I propped on my elbows... must've been the nurse I thought... I sighed, I didn't like to be pitied on but, this time, it kinda fit.
"Thom." Robert said again. "It's almost six... you need to go home."
I noticed his hesitation; he must've been thinking whether to send me there or not. I would've just send me there, let me rot in whatever problem I got myself into, Robert had a family and a soon to be born child... why bother with the likes of me? He said that once and now I can agree.
Shit... Damn crow was right. It's like he said... it's getting easier, to simply hate myself.
I meet his stare, Robert's auburn eyes always gleamed with pride after getting me to open up, we're progressing he said, they now gleamed with concern and regret. I'm gonna miss that man.
"Six?" The night was starting to set, that I noticed. I snorted, wasn't sure whether it was the beaten body or the strained mind that put me to sleep... maybe both. "Is it true then?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
He sighed; I suppose he didn't know I was hearing their little chat out there. "I'm sorry." He said. "That's out of my power."
I didn't say another word after that, once I walked out of the door of the school I didn't turn back to see Robert's face. Didn't want to, could've started crying if I did, so, I didn't say good bye, I just went bye-bye... no regrets there. Last thing he saw was a beaten but still though kid, that's what I want people to see. What I wanted him to see.
I should've been more appreciative of those that helped me in my path, even if their help was as small as simply acknowledging my existence, but I guess I was just too blind to see that, so I write this today, to thank you all, and to I apologize because my pride and shortsighted mind prevented me to do so in person.
Yeah, that's another thing I've stolen and now quoted.