Chapter 2: Bullies

"You have a new job?" Durbe asked curiously. He stared at his brother with interest. "What kind of job?" The teen's brother just smirked and took another shot of booze.

"You heard of the Tachyon Company? It's a French company that creates different space equipment. Anyway, the CEO; Merag moved here from French to overlook the new branch. Long story short, I was hired to be his personal bodyguard. So we are moving!"

"What?" Durbe asked in shock.

"There is an apartment complex near the mansion where Mr. Merag will be living. He wants all his staff to live there. Think about it! I will be making pretty good money. I can send you to your first choice college without any problems!"

"I see…if it makes you happy, Nasch" Durbe told.

Nasch smiled and pulled his brother into a tight hug. "Come on! Be happy with me! I'll give you sip of vodka…"

"You are such a good role model…" Durbe chuckled a bit. "I am happy. It's just a big change."

"It is but now you can go to any college you want! You still want to be a journalist right? Now you can do it!" Nasch said excitedly.

Durbe nodded and moved away from his brother. "So I guess we have to start packing…when are we moving?"

"This weekend. So don't make any plans." Nasch told.

"I never have plans…" Durbe replied.

"So anything happen in school today?" Nasch asked as he downed another shot.

"Not really…there is a new student in my class. Misael."

"Oh! That's Mr. Merag's son! You should make nice with him." Nasch told.

"You know..I don't make nice with anyone…" Durbe told.

"Yeah, yeah. You will lout grow this fear. You just have to push yourself. You can do it. Try making friends with Misael."

Durbe blinked. "I will try" The teen got up and headed to his room. "I'm going to work on homework. " With that the purple haired teen headed upstairs.

The next day, Durbe stood by his locker as he took out a few next books out. The teen was suddenly slammed into them. He ended up falling to the ground in surprise.

"Look who it is. The spaz!" yelled a voice. It was Vector. "You know it was your fault that I got suspended for two weeks!"

Durbe remained silent. He began to pick up his books until he was knocked down again. "Don't ignore me, you pussy!"

Vector grabbed Durbe by the collar ready to punch him until something flew and hit Vector in the head. "Ow! Damn it!" he snapped and saw a bag on the ground. He turned and glared. "Who are the fuck are you?"

"Drop him. " Misael growled. He walked over to Vector. "Let him go, now."

Vector glared at the blonde. "Give me one good reason?"

Misael elbowed Vector in the head and slammed him into a locker. The blonde grabbed Durbe and his things and led him away.

Durbe stumbled along behind Misael blinking a few times. The teen was trembling and his nerves began to act up. The blonde was grunting something in French. They were in the library before Misael stopped and turned. "You okay?" he asked with a frown.

The purple haired teen looked away and nodded. Misael looked him over and fixed Durbe's collar. "You should fight back."

The teen remained silent. Misael looked at him curiously. "What is your name?"

"….." Durbe didn't have the nerves to speak up.

"You won't tell me?" Misael asked. "Okay. I'll give you one. I'll call you kitty-cat until you give me your name."

Durbe blinked. "S-Sorry…" he muttered and hid his face in his hands.

The blonde put a hand on Durbe's head and pet him affectionately. "You are smart. Can you teach me English? I know the basics but I want to get better at it."

Durbe blinked and peeked through his fingers at the blonde. Why was this guy trying to hard to talk to him? "O-okay. I can try.." he said softly.

Misael smiled. 'Good. Meet me here after school then?"

Durbe blinked and just nodded. "Okay..'

The blonde smiled. "Good. Until the; Adieu mon chat de minou." With that, Misael turned and left the library.

Durbe let out a breath and blushed brightly. "I did it." He paused. "I should have told him my name." He rubbed his arms trying to calm down. "It's just an English lesson. I can do this." He mumbled to himself.

Soon school was over and Durbe sat in the library waiting for the blonde to show up. The teen was breathing in and out slowly to keep his nerves under control. "I will outgrow this…I just have to be brave."

"Hello, kitty-cat." Misael said taking a seat beside Durbe. This caused the other teen to jump, surprised at the blonde's sudden appearance.

"Did I frighten you?" asked Misael. He just smiled a bit.

"A bit." Durbe told and held his chest. He began to focus on his breathing. He then noticed Misael was wearing gym clothes with his hair tied back.

The blonde pulled out a notebook from his bag. He set it on the table and looked at Durbe. "Sorry for looking messy. Gym was my last class. We played dodge ball and that stupid boy was in my class. I beat him good."

Durbe blinked. "I see…" he mumbled. Misael and Vector were in the same class? Misael beat him? "Misael…can I ask you some questions?"

"Of course. I'm glad you have a voice. I was getting worried that you didn't have one. You can talk." The blonde told.

The teen blinked. "I have a voice…" he muttered. "Why did you stand up for me? Why did you ask me to teach you English? I-I'm not very good with talking with people…"

"I don't like when people hurt other people. It's wrong. I don't know about why I asked you to teach me English. You just seem really smart and I want a friend that isn't loud or annoying or constantly trying to impress me since I'm rich." Misael folded his arms over his chest. "You have kind eyes. I like nice people."

Durbe blinked and blushed brightly. Nice eyes? "A-Ah, Thank you. People just ignore me…I have trouble talking to them..."

"You seem okay talking to me." Misael pointed out.

The purple hair teen blinked. "I guess…no one really tried to get to know me before."

"Well. I am." Misael said bluntly. "Now, teach me some English."

Durbe blinked. "Ah, yes." He began to explain different words and what they meant. Every so often , Durbe would looked at Misael. He would notice how the blonde's eyes would lit up when he understood something. About an hour passed and the library was closing.

The purple hair teen began to pack up his things. "Oh!" he gasped a bit. "My name…its Durbe." He told the tall blonde.

Misael smiled a bit. "Durbe…it's nice but I'm still going to call you, kitty-cat. "he put a hand on Durbe's head and rubbed part of his hair that looked like a cat ear. "Cause of your hair. "

Durbe blushed brightly again and his nerves began to act up. The blonde moved away and picked up his bag. "See you on Monday then, kitty cat."

The teen watched Misael leave the room before reached up and touching his hair. "Is...he hitting on me?" he mumbled softly to himself. "I can't handle this." With a sigh, Durbe packed up his bag and headed home to pack.