James POV
The boy walked in silently and nobody would have noticed him if I hadn't been bored with Lauren and Kerry's discussion on soap operas.
I nudged Lauren "Hey who's that new guy in the black shirt?"
Unfortunately Connor and Callum heard me and instantly called out "Hey newbie wrong shirt." The boy's head snapped in my direction and glared for a second, I shuddered. His eyes were so dead that they made me feel like I was being assessed and had failed. Then he looked at Connor and Callum nodded at them and carried on.
Callum and Connor also seemed shaken but were unwilling to give it up. Thankfully for them some other cherubs had heard and started berating him. However, he just ignored them and carried on walking after picking up some food from the counter. He then walked towards the corner and sat down and began eating the food. He looked like he hadn't eaten properly in months. Although, when you looked at him closely that was totally possible; he was pretty, make that very, thin and his face was covered in small cuts and bruises. He must have been living on the streets.
A girl finally took pity on him and went over to explain why he shouldn't be wearing a black shirt, yet he took no notice. He finished his food and walked out leaving most of the people to wonder whether he was real or not.
The next morning I went down to the racetrack to find the boy already there and waiting for everyone else to arrive. People gradually flowed in and at exactly 9am Kazakov walked in.
"Well everybody today I'm teaching you so there'd better be no slackers, right?"
"Yes sir." the class chorused
"Good, now I want 10 laps round the track all of you." everyone hesitated sensing something more was to come.
"Except him." he pointed at the new boy in the black shirt, "You need to do thirty and you'd better arrive at the same time as these little uns or there'll be more."
I was amazed, who was this boy for Kazakov to hate him so much almost before they'd even met.
"Chop chop now bunnies off you go."
The class reluctantly set off still sleepy and full after breakfast all except the boy who shot off at a speed which there was no way for him to sustain for 12 km, however the boy overtook me three times and he wasn't even out of breath!
After I had done 8 ½ laps I was beginning to doubt the boy would finish as he began a very fast walk with his eyes closed and was either trying to breath fast or was hyperventilating. Kazakov wasn't happy either and began screaming at him.
"Move boy, do you think this is some kind of children's playground? Move!" The boy's eyes opened slowly and suddenly he began a very fast run. A sprint even. God he was fast he completed his remaining 5 laps before my tired body even finished 1. He stopped in front of Kazakov nodded and then continued at a slow pace for another lap as if he did that every day.
Kazakov POV
That boy is some kind of miracle.
No cherub could have done that without collapsing and not being able to walk for a week. Hell, I don't think I could have done that.
That was fast.
I only asked him to do that as a joke, because Zara said I had to, knowing it was impossible and he looks beat up but those laps were amazing. As far as first impressions go, that was fantastic.
I still can't believe it, thank god all the other cherubs were down the other end of the track the way he simply nodded at me, usually I'm the terror of the campus, and then carried on for another unnecessary lap.
He wasn't even out of breath.
I was amazed when Zara asked me to push him. I thought he wouldn't last a lesson but here he is strolling round like that was a warm up. God that was amazing.
James POV
What did he just do? 5 laps while I did 1. God how?
And now he's coming back for another lap and he's not even out of breath. He is amazing. Thank god we have another lesson now or Kazakov would have pushed us to our limits.
Languages, I'm learning Russian and I'm pretty good now. Miss Chamins walked in and, to my surprise, the new boy was in tow behind her. He instantly walked from behind her and found a desk in the back corner of the room. The lesson began.
"So, today we'll be learning how to conjunct irregular verbs." she paused waiting for questions, the boy complied.
"жаль пропускать, но я уже свободно владеет русским языком" he said. The teacher was startled and set of some rapid fire Russian of her own. The boy replied seamlessly and she got more and more dumbfounded and more and more annoyed as the conversation went on.
In the end she stopped but looked very annoyed and it seemed as if she hadn't got a single straight answer.
I have a feeling he wouldn't be attending any more Russian lessons.
At dinner that day most of campus were talking about the boy, especially the people in his fitness class, I mean who could do that, it was insane. Somehow someone had found out that his next lesson was martial arts. Loads of people were going to watch as he had it as an extra-curricular class. Or slightly outside the usual lesson hours, apparently he was meant to have one on one lessons with the teacher but for his first lesson he was going to be fighting Bruce.
The chatter in the hall immediately stopped as he came in grabbed an apple and went out. You'd think he was putting himself through enough yet he ate so little and he seemed to be nervous about the lesson. Well he should be; going up against a highly trained cherub was not easy.
Later in the dojo he was making it so obvious that he was nervous it almost looked purposeful and a crowd had gathered mainly to watch him be beaten up.
"What's up scaredy cat? Worried you're going to lose?" He just ignored them like most of the things on campus, but the moment that the teacher, Mr Williams, walked in the boy ran over and started shaking his head desperately. Suddenly Bruce walked in in his gi and there was a cheer the boy turned to see what it was about, looked at Bruce and a look of despair came across his face, but it was gone in a under a second, I very nearly missed it. He began explaining something with renewed vigour to the teacher but he just laughed and pushed him over to the centre of the dojo where Bruce was cracking his knuckles menacingly. The boy sunk into himself even more when he saw that. It looked like the crowd was going to get what they came for. A very thorough beating and humiliation of the new boy, as he was now known.
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