Chapter 16

"Hey, Wyatt!" one of his friends called, gesturing for him to come over towards their table. Grabbing his tray of food Wyatt started to meander through the copious amounts of students who were just planted all over the cafeteria towards where his friends were sitting and placed himself in between his best friend Michael and his girlfriend Claire. The table was emotionless and it seemed that no one knew what to talk about without raising the elephant in the room. It was silent until one of the guys started to talk endlessly about the whole new topic that Wyatt was pretty sure the whole school was.

"Did you guys see what happened in the hall way? That has to be the freakiest shit I have ever seen!" he exclaimed showing a rather excited view on it instead of fear.

"I know! Wasn't it weird they're saying it was fireworks; I think it was a bomb."

"You dickhead, if it was a bomb we'd all be dead. Besides don't you think if it was we'd be outta here?"

"Well yeah, but still…"

"Exactly my point! Whatdya think Wy?"

He hadn't been listening when that friend asked his opinion. He was the only one who knew what had really happened and he didn't know what to do. He was now subtly freaking out and trying to think of a way to cover this up.

"Hey Wy! Earth to Wyatt!"

"Oh sorry" he apologised half out of it "uh I don't know, I guess it could have been anything, really." He lied.

Wyatt didn't really care if they had found out or not, he didn't really care about anything anymore all he could think about was getting revenge for his mom. That's all he needed, that's all he wanted. Those bastards were probably celebrating and here he was just sitting at a high school cafeteria table.

He rested his head in his hand and played with the food on the plate in front of him. Looking around at all the other students at his school, he saw one of his many friends standing like a body guard in front of another guy who seemed itching for a fight, interested, Wyatt kept his gaze on the pair noticing that the guy his friend was fending off was a dick who loved to try and make himself look good. This meant that this guy would always try and make Wyatt look weak and 'not cool' just because he wanted to be the most popular guy in school.

"You're staring…" a soft but reassuring voice said. With all the drama going on Wyatt had almost forgotten about his girlfriend.

"Sorry"

"It's okay, I just wish it were me you were staring at" She joked biting her lip and a turning back to her food. She appeared as if she was trying to say something but just couldn't find the words. After a moment she turned back to Wyatt and placed her hand comfortingly onto his shoulder.

"How, How are you doing?" she carefully asked, not sure if this were the right thing to do.

"You want the truth?" he asked and she slightly returned with a nod as she mentioned for them to turn away from the group.

"Honestly… not good. I can't take it Claire, my head feels like it's on fire and I have these sudden outbursts of anger and I'm scared that I'm going to hurt someone next time." He paused and placed both hands over his face. At which the group saw and turned to subtly listen in on the conversation.

"I can't let him win, I can't give in."

Wyatt pulled his head up and gazed towards his girlfriend expecting for a magical answer that would solve all his problems, but all he saw was sympathy and confusion.

"Hey, Halliwell!" The voice yelled from the other side of the room, with a hidden tendency trying to mock his last name.

It was the same dick from before, the guy that tried to push past his friend.

Wyatt went to turn around and ignore the guy but he saw him coming towards the group right after he violently pushed Wyatt's friend aside. Frustrated and sick of the crap, Wyatt stayed at his spot at the table and held tightly onto his tray.

"What do you want, Mark?"

"Geez, aren't we friendly today?" he taunted turning to his lackeys that stood on either side of him. They chuckled as he turned back to Wyatt ready for another go.

"Yeah, you'd know a lot about friends wouldn't you? Seeing as you'd have to pay for them"

"Always a smart-ass" Mark said building the tension at the table and also the tension in Wyatt's muscles.

"Get lost Mark…"

"No way! This is too much fun."

Wyatt violently stood out of his chair, throwing the tray that he had been holding onto the floor and across the room. Several people scurried out of the way of the tray and the rest just stared in disgust, sharing whispers across the room Wyatt's friends, Michael and Claire all stood up ready to grab hold of the angered boy if they had too.

Wyatt shoved the bully as hard as he could almost making him fall onto the floor and glared at him, ready to rip him apart.

"You're a downright asshole you know that? No wonder your family can't stand you! You're a complete jerk!"

"You think you're so tough, don't you Halliwell?"

"If only you knew! Just face it Mark. No matter what you do, mommy and daddy are never going to be proud!"

"AT LEAST I HAVE PARENT'S!"

It was complete and utter dead silence. Not even the quiet tap of a fork against a plate was heard. And Wyatt could feel the pulsating eyes glare into Mark like daggers and then turning to see Wyatt's reaction. He could feel the snap in his brain and the adrenaline wash over his body carrying the intense hatred he had for this boy. He wanted him dead, and that was exactly how he was going to end up. In one quick flash Wyatt cracked his fist against the weak structure of Marks skull, throwing another on the other side and then repeating his attack.

"Wyatt STOP!" he could feel Michaels grip on his shoulders trying to pull him out of the clash. "He's not worth it!" he yelled again. But Wyatt didn't listen he continued to hold this boy by the shirt and throw punch after punch into his weak face. After seeing that Wyatt didn't listen, Michael threw his arms around Wyatt's upper torso, trying as hard as he could to tear the upset teenager away from Mark.

Pushing out of the grip Wyatt screamed to Michael "GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" and then threw a punch which knocked him out cold. He turned back the whinging, bleeding weasel lying on the floor and continued to throw punches at him. CRACK! He felt the jerkoff's nose break beneath his hands. As he bent down gasping for air Wyatt took the opportunity and threw his leg right into the bully's stomach making another large crack sound as he could feel a few of his ribs break.

He watched the weasel beg for mercy as he tried to crawl away from him, leaving a trail of blood which almost covered the whole floor. Wyatt chuckled and walked menacingly toward him; ready for the next blow.

"You have no idea how much power I possess, Mark… and I guess you will never find out."