As the bell rang, signaling the end of school, Nate river calmly placed his books in his
back pack and strode out the door without so much as glancing in Johnnys direction.
Rekab looked down at his human as he walked into the hall, heading for his locker.
"Hey Johnny?"
"What?" he asked, turning the combination.
"The freaky albino kid creeped me out. Nate River? There's something about him that
reminds me of someone, but I don't know who. He's so familiar..."
Johnny opened his mouth to reply, but was interupted as he felt a hand clamp onto
his shoulder.
"Hey, Morgue"
Johnny turned around, faced with a boy just slightly taller than himself. He had blonde
hair and green eyes, with a smirking, playful grin on his face. Johnny sighed
"What do you want, George?" he asked.
"'What do you want, George?' Is that any way to treat an old friend?"
Johnny rolled his eyes, "I'm not giving you the answers to the math homework. And
please don't touch me."
"Why whatcha gonna do about it?" he asked, poking his chest and flicking his nose.
Johnny glared at him, "Move. I have to pick up my sister from school."
"She can wait. Now, let's talk math... You see I have a game comming up and if my
grades don't do the same, I can't play. You wouldn't want our team to lose would
you?"
A crowd of people had started to surround them. Johnny scowled at the football
player "I'm NOT giving you the answers,"he spat.
"Lemme put it this way to you..." the football player said, gripping the front of Johnny's
shirt and pushing him against the locker, making small spots of light flash behind
Johnny's eyelids. "You give me some 'help' with my homework, or me and my team
mates give you some help in rearranging your face."
"Go ahead, brain dead, I'm not telling you the answers, Johnny said, a defiant look
on his face.
"Fine then," Geoge said, "I'll enjoy this almost as much as football." He reared back
his fist to strike, only to have a pale hand grip his wrist.
"I don't think so."
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Johnny glanced behind his would be-attacker. Nate River stood there, expressionless,
his robot tucked safly in his backpack while one hand played with a lock of hair, his
other tightly gripping the football players wrist.
"Hey, back off new kid, this doesn't concern you," George said, giving Near one
chance to back down. Near just stood there.
"Perhaps if you put as much hard work into studying as you do in intimidation, you'd
be a strait 'A' student. If you're not willing to work for your grades, you don't deserve
to be on the football team." His words were spoken in an mostly emotionless voice.
they were as cool and calculating as those black eyes of his. He glanced at Johnny
"Go," he said simply.
Johny was a little stunned, but grabbed his stuff and edged away. George lunged
for him.
"Hey-"
Near twisted George's arm, pinning it to his back, twisting his wrist at an odd angle
his movement swift and fluid.
"Are you aware that breaking a wrist is the second worst injury a football player can
have other than breaking his knee or back?" Near asked.
George was silent, indicating he indeed knew this.
"Then I suggest you avoid doing activities that might cause such apossible injury from
happening." With that, Near released his grip, picking up his back pack and walking,
slouched slightly, down the hall, many of the students watching him. Johnny gawked
at him for a minute. Near stopped, glancing at him again.
"Um...Thank you for-"
"Don't you have a sister to pick up?" Near asked, interupting as he continued walking.
Johnny gawked at him a second, watching him walk off, before shaking his head and
exiting the school as well, to walk his sister home.
I'm stopping this chapter at 777 words cuz that's a lucky number! review!
