Heath sat in class, spinning his pencil rapidly, extremely bored. He wished he was home. He kinda felt homesick honestly. It had been a few days or so since he transferred, and the redundant teachings had gotten him unbearably bored. But he would never let that on. All it would lead to are snickers and rumors and gossip. So far he was the new cute smart bad boy of Brentwood, and he'd like to keep it that way, at least for now.
"Heath, what is the answer to question 22-?" The English teacher asked.
"- A sonnet is a poem, which uses and number of mostly formal line schemes, and in early British literature, most sonnets had ten syllables per line."
"Good, and please give an exam-"
" An example of sonnets, or more specifically a collection of sonnets is popularized as being Shakespeare's Sonnets. This collection of sonnets dealt in the concurring themes of beauty, mortality, time, and love."
"Excellent! How do you know such depth of Shakespearian sonnets? We have yet to discover his literature yet in this class!"
"... Bitches love sonnets." Heath responded back, earning a few snickers from those who had gotten used to his antics.
"Heath, I am tired of your antics, please excuse yourself from my class."
"I was wondering when you would say that. Been trying to get you to say that all week."
And like that Heath left.
He went down the hall towards the bathroom, when he heard pleading. That's not ordinary for a boy's bathroom. Heath went to casually investigate. Either someone was doing the nasty in the bathroom or something was wrong.
Heath walked inside to see the obvious factors of bullying. The smaller one, obviously being bullied, had a rumpled tattered school shirt and his glasses broken. He was forming bruises under his eye. The taller one, was a brute, but didn't seem to smart. He looked like a regular high school jock.
"Hey! Whatcha doin'?" Heath said casually, rocking on his heels.
'Answer carefully Hulk Hogan'. Heath thought dangerously.
"What's it to you new kid?" He spat at Heath, fist still raised in the air.
"I'm just wondering why your picking on french fry here." Heath said nodding his head towards the battered shrimp.
"This faggot, needs to be taught a lesson."
Heath chuckled darkly, putting his hands up looking at the ground. "O, so this is one of those homophobic type bullyings. Okay gotcha...Except I don't like it, so stop." Heath said glaring at the boy menacingly.
The bully yelled, what are you gonna do about it?" He smirked evily and bitchslap the boy who easily slammed on the tiled wall.
'You had your chance, Bucko'.
"Ohhhh, I can do a lot about it, you just might not want to find out." Heath said frowning, as he saw the boy holding his cheek and fighting tears.
The smaller boy just looked back and forth from the two boys, a little hopeful and scared.
Was Heath a savior or just another bully to and fuel to the flames?
"Hey kid, what all did he do to you?" Heath looked back at the smaller one.
"He just punched me, ripped my shirt, broke my glasses, and took my money." He said, and Heath nodded. "Just...stay here kid. Kay?"
The boy just nodded, terrified.
"What are you-" But before the bully could ask, Heath had punched the boy in the nose, and yelled at him, and proceeded to fight the bully.
"How does it feel to be bullied! Huh! Answer me!" Heath yelled losing his composure that fast, beating the crap out of the boy earning blood stained knuckles, before dragging the boy by his hair to one of the stalls, kicking it open and dunked the boys head in the toilet and flushing it.
"How does it feel to be bullied!? Huh! " Heath took his head from the toilet, expecting an answer.
"F-fuck you." the bully responded and Heath dunked his head back in the toilet.
"Wrong Answer Jackass!" He yelled as he gave him another swirlie.
The boy gasped and gurgled it the toilet, so Heath lifted his head up.
"N-not good! It doesn't feel good!"
"Finally got something right. Now give me your wallet."
The boy didn't even hesitate.
Heath took the money and dumped the rest in the toilet.
$200.00. Heath smiled as he counted. Ha, Rich kids.
He gave one hundred to the french fry. French Fry looked a bit stunned.
"From now on, we're best friends. Got it? He messes with you, he gets messed up by my fist. Tell everyone you got someone in you corner, so they better not mess with you." Heath said as he washed his knuckles from the other dude's blood and dried off his hands.
"What's your name French Fry?"
"Jo-Joseph, Cr-Crane."
"Alright Jo Blow, we got a friendship?"
"Yeah, but I don't know who you are... my glasses are broken, I can't see. I just see a blur of fuzzy yellow.
"I'm Heath, Heath Napier." Heath said with a crooked grin.