New World, New Life Chapter 4

It's been just a month since I first set foot in America and what I've learned in that time is that American guys are sensitive and apparently brain dead. Oh, and the movies about them being all brave and killer? Yeah, those lie. I'll explain what happened in a second but first let's get some backstory.

So apparently, the jocks and the popular guys in the wonderful school of Goode High are feeling like they have competition from a certain new boy with a different accent. I'm not kidding, these idiots think I'm going to get all the cheerleaders and popular girls in the school for some unbelievable reason. I mean, for God's sake, most of those girls are completely ridiculous. I wouldn't want to date them. And I'm sure the girls like Amy Ranger don't want to date me either. Amy's the worst, because I'm pretty sure she's got a scoreboard for her goal- to get with every guy within the entire city of New York.

It started when I was at my locker. Everyone was already home or were gone to the various after-school sports. So it was quite a surprise to me when I heard a voice behind me saying "Hey, newbie." You know that tone, when you know something bad is about to happen? That was what this guy's voice sounded like. I turned and- surprise!- there were five overly muscled guys waiting behind me. Five on one. Sounds like fun, right?

"Yes, what's up?" I replied, trying to act casual. I was pretending to look them in the eyes while actually searching for some of the guys I know to get some reinforcements.

"We need to talk to you," Muscle-Bound Number One said. I am not bothered to say their names as they aren't important.

"Well I'm here. so what's up?" I replied, trying not to laugh. He might look scary to kids here but I've seen worse at home.

"We're only going to warn you once. Keep yourself away from our girls or we'll make you regret it," he snarled. I resisted the urge to say that 'their' girls don't belong to them, since I'm sort of against getting my head bashed in.

"All right, I'm not trying to get any of the girls you hang out with so you've got no problems from me," I protested, shutting my locker.

They stalked closer to me and Muscle-Bound Number One dropped his voice.

"Then you better hope we don't hear anything else," he hissed, glaring at me. Heh. This guy is adorable. I could take this arse in my sleep if he was on his own- I think. But he has four others. I might be a decent fighter, but not five on one. Plus they were all easily twice my size. I held my hands up,

"Chill, man, pog mo thoin," I muttered under my breath. Thank God not many people speak Irish. They huffed something probably very rude to tall, skinny Irish guys but luckily left.

Percy and Jason came by as I watched them walk away.

"Something up?" Percy asked curiously. I shook my head.

"It's nothing, I dealt with it." I gave them a confident smile and headed towards the doors. I could feel them staring after me.

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Now, nothing happened till a couple of days after that incident, luckily. I was coming back from the grocery shop, since both Sally and Paul were busy with work. Percy was out with Annabeth; those two are like glue. We had no food in the house, which was unusual, but I went anyway as a thank-you to Paul and Sally.

Anyway, I was just outside the apartment building when I saw Ugly Number One and his mates. (I really needed to learn their names) Well, this is going to be one hell of a time. Always fun to get bashed up on your way home.

"What?" I snapped at them. I was tired of dealing with them.

"We warned you," one of the goons said.

He looked like he was going to say more but he didn't get to say anything, since I dropped the bags and punched him in the face. His nose shattered with a satisfying crunch. All four jumped on me, I dodged and avoided and nailed a couple in the jaw, but got tackled pretty quickly. One of them punched my head and I saw stars. Then, after punches in the ribs had me down for sure, the kicking started. Someone's foot slammed into my head. It was like a curtain dropped over my eyes.

Linebreak

I woke up coughing up blood. I pulled out my phone, thanking my luck that it was still together. Luckily, the Ugly Club was gone and I hadn't been out too long. I quickly dialled Percy's number and prayed that the idiot picked up.

Sorry about the clicheness of this chapter couldn't really think of a way to set what I wanted to do up without it being a car accident or something.

Thank you for all the kind words and criticisms