Initially, I didn't want to give this kid my hand. It was obvious he wanted to make me a friend and that was cool.
The only thing that irritated me about this whipping boy standing before me was that he was fond of coming to me each time those pig ass bullied me.
And the next thing he would say was, "I knew they were going to bully you."
He always knew. To an extent, I wondered if he was part of them or just a busybody.
The fact remained that he always knew of their plans to bully me and he never told me ahead of time.
"Sorry about that," he said, and helped me to wipe the sand and dust all over my body.
He hummed and added, "I knew they were going to bully you..."
1 interrupted, "There you go again. You always knew and yet you keep it to yourself.
If you had told me I would have hidden my ass until school dismissed. Now what do you want from a weakling like me?" 1 nagged, and shot my frowning face at him.
He folded his arms, "I am sorry. Henceforth forth I will reveal to you their schemes and plans so you can escape their bullying."
My frown deepened, "Who the hell are you? Are you a joint of them? Or do you possess some supernatural power?"
I queried bitterly.
He grinned briefly, "I am Julius. I want to be your friend. Perk up. You don't have to bother. Soon you will know my true identity."
"Identity?" I asked and lost myself in my thoughts.
I was yet to speak when a baby-faced, soft-speaking pretty damsel ran to me, calling my name.
"Darius! Darius!
I let my frown cool off and stretched the hem of my shirt to adjust from the looks of a bullied ass.
She was serene, a New Yorker, and the puller of all the boys at George High. These days she was fond of subscribing to my werewolf sketches.
She had told me the other day she loved werewolves and she wished every human being could morph into their favorite wolf.
"I have been on the lookout for you," she said and turned to Julius, "Hi" she greeted.
Julius winked and rolled his eyes impatiently.
"What happened to you?" She pointed my attention to the dark dust that stained my shirt when I was being bullied on the ground.
"Oops! Perhaps I didn't notice it before wearing it," I lied.
Julius rolled his eyes again to confirm I did
"Ok," she stretched out a plain paper to me,
"This time I want a wolf with white fur and scarier dentition than the former."
"White fur?" I questioned, "I have exhausted my white color palette and I am not interested in replacing it."
Quickly she fished out a hundred-dollar note and gave it to me, "Replace it. I love that werewolf. The previous one you sketched, my little brother destroyed it," she elucidated and added when I frowned hugely, "Please Darius."
I fondled the dollar note back into her soft palm. "Keep your money. I will fix it."
Like I expected she hugged me in appreciation, rubbed my cheeks, and backed off to the class.
Julius winked mockingly.
"What?" I snapped, choked back my smile. I
thought he wanted to comment about the hug.
"I want to confirm to you this minute that Seren is your mate," he said coldly, and smiled as though he said nothing
"Mate?" I asked, looking all surprised, "What the hell are you talking about?"
At the time Julius held a huge frown and stared into my face with the intention of seeing something mysterious.
Not satisfied, I asked yet further, "Are we werewolves? For goodness' sake, we are humans. The fact that I draw werewolves doesn't make me one."
He interrupted me with a gentle smile,
"Soon I mean soon you are going to find yourself shape-shifting into a radical menacing werewolf, same with Seren," he said confidently.
My eyes blinked furiously at him, "What
The hell are you talking about? You must be high on cheap drugs to say the impossible.
Do you know the impossibility of your words?"
The bell for classes tinged.
"Let's go to English class. Soon you will understand my revelation," he said and kept staring into the space, with dark, scary eyes that I would definitely dream of tonight.
Soon we were in the class. Julius sat by me and without hesitation, his gaze fell upon the band of bullies who sat together at the other edge of the wall.
With his face peering into my ears, he whispered, "You must leave now, Darius."
"Why?" I asked nervously.
His gaze still on the bullies and his face peering at me again, he whispered, "They have planned to murder you after school.
They are not happy seeing you with Seren.
They have planned to stab you severely in
The chest and that would be your end. You must leave now, Darius!"
"How? Why? What do you mean?" I asked as fear hung over me. My hands trembled on the desk.
"You must leave now, Darius. Don't leave with your school bag, or else they will know.
Walk out freely. They would think you are out to use the toilet or something, then run home. I repeat run home. I will get you your school bag..."