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Hey guys I know this might not be the kind of story you would expect to see, but read it and tell me what you think.
I don't know if this is going to be a magic fic or not so tell me what you guys think. I know it might not seem like it now, but it will be centered around Wyatt and Chris.
Full Summary: Chris isn't Wyatt's brother in this fic. Henry Jr is a new student at Hyde High School. Its because of his cousin Wyatt always getting in trouble that he had to move back to California from Texas. Henry really starts to hate the school until he meets a beautiful girl named Bianca. Henry really wants to ask her out on a date, but there is one problem. Bianca has an older brother named Chris who is a shrew and their dad said that until Chris starts dating Bianca can't either. Henry really starts to give up hope until he has the best idea. What if he hooks Chris up with Wyatt. Would Wyatt be able to tame the shrew?
It was another day at Hyde High School. The school was swarming with teenagers like ants on an ant pile. Hyde was a nice school to go to. The people were nice and the environment was perfect. The principle was even laid back herself. She might have been old, but the students there could pull anything on her since she was just a push over and she let lots of things slide saying that 'they're teenagers'.
Joining that school today will be Henry Jr. Mitchell. Henry Jr. is just now returning back to his home town in San Francisco. For five years now Henry's family had moved away to Texas because his father, Henry Mitchell Sr, had gotten a job there as a Texas ranger. It had paid a lot more than his normal job did so when he went down there as a temporary, he decided that he wanted to stay there and moved his family down there with him.
Henry Jr. really never liked Texas too much. It was hot, humid, and most people who lived there had a bad accent to which he couldn't understand. He was so glad to return back to California because in Texas he had no friends since he really never got along with anyone down there. They all hated him and said that he was a nerd, which he might have been, but he felt that was no reason why he should have gotten picked on the way he did.
The only reason why they're back is because of his cousin, Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, who gets himself into trouble more than anyone in the family. Wyatt just got released on prohibition for assault with a deadly weapon on another person. Wyatt's story was that the guy was annoying him so he had every right to beat the shit out of him. Wyatt's mother, Piper Halliwell, had to call Henry and Paige from where the were to come help Wyatt out of this. Henry was able to get Wyatt prohibition because he's worked as a cop for so long and all the judges know of him because of his good work. That was a big favor from the judge. There was one catch to it. Henry had to be his prohibition officer. Which brings them to why they had to move back to California.
Unfortunately for Henry that would mean his no good cousin would be returning to school, which is the same school that he's going to now. Why did his family have to move so close to the Halliwell manor. Things were really starting to go from bad to worse.
The young Mitchell pulled up to the school. It looked so different from his old school back in Texas. It was really going to take some getting use to. When he got out of his car he got so many awkward stares. For some reason just a lot of people were looking at him. Was it because he was new? Or maybe it was because he didn't look like he was from California. Henry Jr. ran out of the house so fast that he picked up the first shoes that he found, which were boots and they weren't something that you would usually find people wearing in California. Henry shook his head at his stupidity. As much as he didn't want to be late for his first class, he should have at least took the time to look for some proper shoes that would make him fit in with the school.
Henry took one deep breath and started making his way up to the school hoping on everything that his first day was going to be okay. Something was telling him that this day wasn't going to be good at all especially since he's what they call in Texas a 'newbie'.
As he continued to walk he caught sight of a girl who had nice brown hair. She was the most beautiful thing he's seen since he's been at this school. He skin looked nice and smooth and he really wanted to go talk to her, but unfortunately she was with a friend. Next thing he knew he saw the girl waving at him, and it nearly made his heart melt. He felt like he could float to heaven. A girl like that never waves at a guy like him. He was so distracted by the girl that he wasn't watching where he was going, and sure enough that cost him as bumped into another guy, which was the biggest mistake he could do on his first day.
The guy retaliated and turned around to the young Mitchell saying, "hey punk, watch where you're going."
"Sorry," Henry said a little scared. He didn't want to get into a fight on his first day, especially with a guy who looked like he was very popular. Henry had to admit the guy looked pretty handsome and he could probably get any girl he wanted. The better thing to do was trying to get on the man's good side if he could.
"You better be sorry," the guy said as he walked off with his friends muttering things about Henry as he left.
Henry shook his head and walked off. This was the beginning of a long day. So far he's gotten stairs from people, had a beautiful girl wave at him, and now he's already made an enemy and the funny thing about it is that he doesn't even know the guys name and right now he doesn't care to know his name. Right now the only person he wants to know the name of is that girl who was smiling at him earlier. Gosh she was so beautiful. Henry is just hoping that he has a class with the girl. That would really turn his day from bad to the best day in his life.
The bell rung letting the students know that class was going to start soon. Henry quickly made his way over to the principle's office to get his schedule. Along the way he bumped into a few people, but none of them were as mean as that one guy who he had at first encountered. Finally making it to the principle's office, he saw that she was so distracted by what she was doing on the computer that she didn't seem to notice him at all.
Henry knocked on the the door even though it was already opened. He was just trying to get her attention. "Umm...hello," he said.
The principle immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up at the boy in front of her. "Oh hi," she smiled. "Can I help you," she asked polietly.
"Yes...I'm new..and I was wondering where I can get my schedule," he asked very nervously. The principle wasn't what he expected her to be. Especially at her age. She seemed a little too nice. He expected an old person, and thats what he got, but he expected her to be meaner. Like she would have a ruler in her hand and be hitting the students with it to get to class. Things in California were really starting to look a whole lot different than they did in Texas.
"Can I please have your name," the woman asked.
"Its..Mitchell...Henry Mitchell," the young man answered. Though the lady was being very nice, she still looked very intimidating. Henry was waiting for t he woman to turn and just start yelling at him for no reason, because there had to at least be something wrong with this woman.
"Yes, Mr. Mitchell," she smiled as she went through some papers until she found the one that she was looking for. "Here's your schedule and I hope you enjoy it here at Hyde High School, have a good day," she said handing him the paper and waited until he was all the way out of the door till she went back to typing on her computer.
Henry looked down at his schedule. So far it didn't look too different from the schedule he had at his old school. So far things are going okay right now since the principle is nice and all and he's only made one enemy. Henry finally found his first classroom. He knocked on the door, not wanting to barge in and disturb the class. He waited for the teacher to come and answer the door.
The teacher was a bald black man. He wasn't skinny, but he wasn't fat. He looked kind of young to be a teacher, but looks can be deceiving. The teacher took his schedule from him and looked at it to make sure the guy was in the right class.
"Henry Mitchell," he said confirming the student's name that was standing in front of him.
"Yes sir," the Henry answered him very politely.
"Good to meet you, I'm Mr. Johnson, your Health teacher," he said holding out his hand for Henry to shake.
"Hello Mr. Johnson," Henry said taking his hand to shake.
"Alright class this here is Mr. Henry Mitchell make him feel welcomed," the teacher said going back to the front of the classroom. "Mr. Mitchell can you please take a seat next to Timothy over there," he pointed at an empty desk.
Henry nodded and did as he was told and went and took his seat next to a guy that looked to be about seventeen or even eighteen. Henry was only seventeen and a junior, but he had nearly forgot that Health class was a mixed class composed of people from all grades. This was going to be interesting to see since he saw that same guy who had given him an attitude about bumping into him was in this class. Unfortunately the girl he wanted to be in this class wasn't here.
"So, I'm Tim," the guy sitting next to him said introducing himself. "You new here," he asked.
"What was your first clue," Henry replied being a smart ass.
"My bad," Tim backed off. "I guess the new kid has some attitude in him already," Tim pointed out.
Henry had just realized what he said. He really wasn't trying to be mean, but his day wasn't going as he hoped it would even though it was okay, but it wasn't as good as he wished for. "Look, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to snap its just all this moving and stuff has really got me," Henry explained. "Yeah as you know I'm Henry and its good to meet you Tim."
"Same here," Tim said accepting his apology. "So where'd you move from," he asked.
"Texas," Henry was ashamed to answer.
Tim shook his head. "Should have known," he replied.
"What makes you say that," the young Mitchell asked.
Tim pointed down to Henry's feet. "If you haven't noticed already, you're wearing boots and we really don't wear boots up here in California," he pointed out. It didn't take a genius to figure out that California wasn't a place for farming, so why was the guy wearing boots. There was only one excuse for it, and that would mean that he's from the south.
Henry sighed seeing as his boots were so obvious. He was really going to get teased about this the whole day in school. "Yeah I was in a hurry to get to school so I really wasn't thinking about what shoes I was wearing this morning," Henry told his now best friend.
Tim nodded at what the guy said. "Its understandable, but just make sure you don't do it again or else the seniors will pound your ass," Tim warned
"Thanks," Henry said very thankfully that he had someone who was showing him the ropes. He then saw the guy from earlier raising his hand to answer a question that a teacher was asking. Henry really wanted to shoot the guy right now for being so mean to him. "Asshole," Henry whispered.
"Hey," Tim said thinking that Henry was talking about him.
"Not you, the guy raising his hand," Henry replied. "He thinks he such a bad ass and so hot, but he wouldn't last one day in Texas."
Tim just laughed. He really didn't get along with the guy either. "Yeah his name is Alexander Webber," he told Henry. "He's a complete asshole, but you might want to stay away from him, because he will get his friends to jump your ass."
"I ain't scared," Henry shrugged. "When I lived in Texas I got jumped just about everyday," Henry stated.
"Yeah well this is California, so you might want to watch who you're talking to," Tim said.
"Yes Mr. Webber would you please tell me the difference between a man and a woman," Mr. Johnson asked acknowledging the man who had raised his hand. Mr. Johnson was hoping on everything that he wasn't going to get a smart answer out of him. He waited for anyone else to raise there hand, but since Alexander was the only person who raised his hand he had no choice but to call on him.
"Well Mr. Johnson," Alexander started with his arrogant attitude. "Its obvious that a man has a penis and a woman has a vagina," he smiled. "What other difference is there than that," he said making all his friends around him laugh. Alexander really had to love himself with all that he brought to the class. What could he say.
Alexander was a guy who really thought a lot of himself. He could get any girl he wanted. His parents were richer than anyone in the whole school, and just about everyone in the school admired him and liked him even if he didn't like them. It was like he was on top of the world, but he did have one problem and one enemy that would always seem to spoil his party.
A young brunette started grinding his teeth together really ticked off about what the man. This guy was not a fan of Alexander and if he could he would kill him right now on the spot, but the law bans killing in California, even if the person really deserves it.
"You see, this is why women are so much better than man," the brunette spoke out causing all of the guys to stop laughing. "You guys are assholes and a disgrace to mankind alone. Grow the fuck up and act like you have some balls. Oh wait I'm sorry, thats too much to ask from a man because all you guys care about is yourselves and that's it. If it were up to you guys then we would still be stuck in caves and I don't know why its always man who is the head of the household. Gosh you guys make me sick with just your presence," he lectured.
"Aww...is the little Perry grumpy because he has no boyfriend," Alexander teased the guy in a squeaky voice.
"Wow, did someone not hit puberty yet, oh I forgot the doctor cut off your balls at birth, along with your face," Chris spat back at guy.
"Why I ought to," Alexander said jumping up, but he friends quickly grabbed a hold of him and held him back.
Mr. Johnson watched as the fight went on. He shook his head. This was the fifth time this week this has happened, but he's use to it by now, and he's also use to saying these words. "Mr. Perry, office now!" he ordered.
The brunette just rolled his eyes and gathered up his things and stood up. "Should have figured that I was going to be the one who gets in trouble since I'm always the one who gets it when Alexander acts like a dumb ass," the guy muttered under his breath. "Oh and Mr. Johnson, you're so bald that I can see my reflection in your head," he said before he walked out of class leaving the teacher to feel the top of his head.
Mr. Johnson just stood there and looked at his head in a mirror that he pulled out of his pocket. He really didn't think he looked that baled. Was he really that baled or was the young Perry trying to get under his skin
Henry was really confused. Even though he's been to Texas, he's never seen someone with an attitude like that. It was like no other. Henry really couldn't even find a word to describe it. "Wow what was that all about," Henry asked.
"Oh that, its nothing," Tim shook his head. "Don't worry about it. This happens just about everyday," Tim stated.
"Who's that guy he just sent to the office," Henry asked anxious to know the guy's name. He knew from the argument that his last name was Perry, but he wanted to know what his first name was.
"That was Christopher Perry," Tim told his friend. "Yeah, he's a shrew."
"A what?" Henry asked.
"A shrew," Tim repeated. "You know, he hasn't had a date with a guy or a girl, because he's too needy and he demands a lot and well he's not really a nice guy so yeah, you might want to stay away from him because will kick you right in the ball."
"Trust me I will be staying as far away from him as I can," Henry said as the bell rung.
Both boys quickly gathered up their things and prepared to go to their next class, but they both knew that they had to stop by their lockers before they went. Henry and Tim walked side by side to their lockers not really saying anything until they actually reached the lockers which were right next to each other ironically.
"So you finding it okay here," Tim asked.
"Yeah, its not Texas, but hey anything is better than Texas," Henry smirked. Right then he saw the girl from earlier walking right by smiling at him again like she had been this morning. Things seemed to go in slow motion for awhile. This time she had a few friends with her. All Henry could do was look on as the person he liked walked by. If she didn't have all her friends around her, he would have went up and talked to her. "That's her," Henry said pointing to the girl.
"That's who," Tim questioned.
"That's the girl who was so nice to me this morning," he pointed out. "If only I could work up enough courage to ask her on a date," Henry wished. "Do you think she would go out with me," he asked his best friend.
"I wouldn't go after her if I were you," Tim said quickly looking away.
"Why not," Henry asked.
"That's Chris' younger sister, Bianca, and she might be nice, but if you go out with Bianca you're going to have to put up with a lot from Chris and I really don't think its worth it if you ask me," Tim pointed out. "Plus you've got some competition with Alexander since he's been dreading to go out with her for years now, but Chris has stopped him every time," Tim explained.
Once Henry heard that, he really thought about if it was worth all of that just to get date with Bianca. Maybe it was or it wasn't. He would just have to see.
All of a sudden all the students started getting up against the lockers and pretending like they were doing something at a locker. This behavior really started to strike Henry's eye. He didn't know why every was jumping on a locker like it was going to protect them from something.
"Hey what's going on," Henry asked his friend.
"Oh no, he's coming," Tim said.
"Who's coming," Henry asked.
"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell," Tim answered. Henry started to look down the hallway, but was pulled back up against the locker by Tim. "Don't look," Tim warned. "If you even look at the guy, he will beat your ass," Tim warned.
Henry shrugged at what he said. "Wyatt wouldn't hurt me," Henry said. "I'm his cousin and my father is his prohibition officer," he stated.
"You really want to take that risk," Tim questioned.
Henry thought about it for a second. Wyatt might be his cousin, but that wouldn't stop him from hurting him at school. The blond did have a reputation to keep up and he knows that Wyatt's reputation is more important than his family so Henry knew that he better not try to challenge Wyatt on this and do what his best friend said. Henry quickly went back to digging in his locker and pretended to dig in his locker.
Wyatt soon came by. Everyone was up against the lockers, making a path way for him to walk just like he wanted. It felt so good to have everyone afraid of you because you've sent so many kids to the hospital, Wyatt was thinking to himself. This time Wyatt saw that he didn't have anyone in his path, so there wasn't going to be any trouble today. Usually there is always one person, but luckily there wasn't. As Wyatt continued to walk by he got a glimpse of his cousin. To his surprise his cousin wasn't standing in his way. Oh well, why would he beat his cousin today when he could get him another day.
Once Wyatt was out of sight, the whole school resumed what they were doing. "Wow, you guys are all that afraid of Wyatt," Henry asked.
"You would be too, if you saw what he did to all those other guys who pissed him off," Tim pointed out.
"Well I haven't seen what he's done, I only hear about it just about everyday of my life," Henry sighed.
"Then you should be use to it," Tim laughed. "Come on, lets get to class before we're late and we get detention."
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