User blog:ExdeathsBagel/The bully (WWYD by ThemoonprinceN)

WWYD by the moonprinceN: http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:710217

The intercom couldn’t have rung faster. My eagerness to leave was obviously shared by my classmates, human and mamono alike. This was a mixed school, but it was definitely leaned towards mamonos, probably 5 to 1 if I had to guess. This is important to note because the prom is coming up soon, and in the incredibly large hallway a fight already broke out between two mamonos, a lamia and a kraken. Mamonos fighting for boyfriends was pretty fierce, and it only intensified when prom or another special event was occurring. A crowd already formed around them, mostly young men eager to watch two mamonos duke it out.

I did not share their enthusiasm and simply walked to my locker to retrieve my things. A staff member, most likely a Hakutaku, would break it up. They doubled as teachers and security given their strength and knowledge. In fact, human teachers were a rarity, since fights like this caused them to quit, regardless of pay. Like I said, this was a very mamono influenced school, from its incredible size and architectural design to even how classes were scheduled. Normally mamonos and humans were mixed together, but there were exceptions like gym class. Shoving a bunch of hormonally charged humans and mamonos wearing nothing t shirts and shorts and exercising was just asking for an orgy to happen.

As two Hakutakus quickly broke up the fight, fortunately with minimal injuries, they scolded them and the crowed, saying this behavior was unacceptable and if it kept up, they would talk to the headmaster for canceling prom. That caused the crowd and two mamonos in question to go silent and disperse, as if the fight never happened.

Whether or not the prom occurred was of no interest to me. I was a senior, focusing on my grades and immune to the infamous senioritis that plague fellow seniors. Not to mention, I hadn’t been approached by mamonos throughout my four years here. Not once. That blow to my self-confidence healed around my sophomore year, when I began to become more focused on my grades instead of making friends. I had less than a handful now and we barely saw each other outside of our classes, they all had dates. I was always the one they teased about being single, but I believe high school relationships don’t last so it never really bothered me.

A sudden banging snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked to my left and saw Helena, one of the notorious school bullies and an Ogre. Ogres are naturally muscular, tall mamonos that looked down on even most of the humans of our basketball team. Normally an Ogre’s muscles are hidden under their smooth exteriors, but Helena was really into body building and her muscles and veins were almost always bulging. She intimidated even the strongest men of our local football team.

Her banging was caused by her pounding each locker she passed as she approached me, despite them being reinforced to compensate for mamono’s supernatural strength she still managed to put a dent in each she passed. I struggled to undo my combination lock, I honestly wanted nothing to do with her. I had my encounter with bullies, human ones, and was even one myself. It’s a life I don’t want any part of.

I got my combination lock undone, but before the lock snapped open I saw Helena’s hand reach for it and yank it, separating the rotary from the lock effortlessly.

“Looks like you’re having locker trouble, Thomas.”

“How do you know my name?” I asked. Again I had mostly kept to myself, and was honestly a little paranoid when someone I didn’t know knew me in some way.

“Oh you’re the talk of the school. One of the few men without a date for the prom. What a coincidence, I don’t have a date either!”

Before I could say anything, she put her hand on my shoulder, the grip being uncomfortably tight, but not painful.

“Granted, I can see why. You look like a huge nerd, with the glasses, simple hair do and being built like a twig. But you know what? I think nerds are cute.”

It might have been my introverted tendencies but Helena always scared me not just because she was bully or her size, but because she was also very loud and confrontational. I trusted my gut when it came to things and my gut was telling me to run.

“And as such, I think you should come with me to the prom. It’ll be fun!”

“No thanks.” I quickly said.

“What? Prom to boring for you? Oh I get, you just want it to be just the two of us.” She cupped my face in her hand, and I was afraid that in one moment she’d squeeze and crush my head. She very well could if she wanted to.

<p class="MsoNormal">By this point a crowd was forming around us, but no Hakutaku’s in sight. From behind I saw people making a gap, their eyes telling me to run, but where would I run to? Due to this school being built around mamonos, the hallways were incredibly large and wide with classroom being greatly spaced between them. The bathroom was the closest option; not that would stop Helena, hell, some mamonos took running to the bathroom as an invitation to do things that would take advantage of such privacy.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I got an idea, how’s this?” Helena released her grip on my face, and bent down to look at me face to face, “You become my boyfriend. How about it? What we have in mind is way too good for the prom anyway.” Her hand slowly traced down my chest, heading for my groin, and much to my shame I was aroused, but anything can get a guy going, and it was more so due to her touch than anything about her that got me that way.

<p class="MsoNormal">She groped me with a slight squeeze and grinned. She started whispering to me “I knew you liked this. You aren’t some faggot, so come on, say yes. We can get to know each other a bit better in the bathroom.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I was pale, and planted in place due to fear. I felt sick. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, even those leaving school were stopping and glancing at what was happening. Where were staff? Around me people in the crowd spoke in hushed whispers.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Seriously? Helena and this guy?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Dude he’s so lucky.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Helena looks like she wants to eat him.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, she’s hungry for something alright.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Though Helena was still staring into my eyes, I could tell she was relishing in the attention. I wanted to shrink, to disappear, anything that would get me out of here.

<p class="MsoNormal">Amidst the whispering a voice suddenly spoke up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Leave him be, Helena. If you have a quarter of brains as you do brawn you’ll see that he’s obviously not into you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The crowd parted and in walked a young lady who looked to be around my age. She had short black hair, pale skin, a black t shirt, and a red skirt with thigh high black socks. Overall looked like a gothic tomboy. Yet it wasn’t her appearance or even arrival that shocked, it was that fact that she was a human. Human women were rare in this school due to how mamonos would aggressively claim men. Even women not interested in men would be targeted; humans being significantly weaker than mamonos, were the most popular bully target. As such not many parents would bring their girls to this school, so I think everyone was surprised that not only had this woman appeared seemingly from out of nowhere, but also that she had the balls to stand up to Helena.

<p class="MsoNormal">Helena however, was not impressed, “Get lost, butch.”

<p class="MsoNormal">One of the woman’s eyes twitched, but she maintained a calm smile, “It’s Celty but that’s cool. Look I’ll just get to the point because I have to head home, I don’t have a date either and want this man too. How about we fight over him?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The crowd turned dead silent as Helena stared at Celty, a mixture of shock and bemusement on her face.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ll even let you take the first shot.” Celty leaned forward, tapping her chin before putting her hands behind her back.

<p class="MsoNormal">Everyone was staring at Helena again, this time it didn’t look like she enjoyed the attention. Helena might have been really into to body building, but she wasn’t stupid. She looked around at the crowd for anyone suspicious before peering over Celty’s shoulders to see if she was hiding anything.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get lost. You’re not worth my time. Thomas is mine and if you try anything I’ll mess up your face so bad that not even other dikes will want you.” She turned back to me with a grin. “Come on honey, let’s hit the gym. Maybe we can hit the showers too afterwards.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t think he wants to juice up with you, roid monkey.”

<p class="MsoNormal">People in the crowd gasped as Helena slowly turned to Celty, her face contorted in rage. People learned to not make that remark at Helena after what happened to a Lamia who did. This was when Helena was at a different school and the story goes that the Lamia was found in what Mermaids called a Truckers Hitch. It reportedly took the paramedic’s hours to untie her and she nearly lost permanent feeling in her snake half because of it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh look at you, enraged at the slightest provocation. Must be all the testosterone. Are you trying to turn yourself into a dude? Why are you getting so ma-”

<p class="MsoNormal">Helena punched her square in the face, the force strong enough to send Celty’s head flying off and over the crowd. Yet her body remained standing, everyone was shocked and in silence, including Helena. When the body suddenly leaned back up and waved to Helena most of the people in the crowd ran screaming, Helena’s green skin turning pale as she bolted to the bathroom.

<p class="MsoNormal">As the crowd dispersed, I heard laughter. Turning, I saw a pale student with shaking hands slowly place Celty’s head back on her body.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks.” Celty said to young man as he placed her head on her body, walking away as fast as he could. I noticed the large bruise on her face was quickly healing and fading, that wasn’t surprising considering what she was, a Dullahan. They looked like humans, with the exception of being able to detach their head either at will or by accident, and are said to take spirits to the afterlife, or so the rumors go. Much like every other ghost mamono, they were very secretive when it came to what they are.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thank you.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It’s cool. She might not look it, but Helena totally gets squeamish at the slightest things. So, what are you up to?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I was going to catch my bus home but,” I noticed how quiet the halls suddenly became, “I think I missed it.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s fine,” Celty suddenly materialized a large scythe out of the ground, “Where do you live, I’ll warp you there.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Thanks but I’ll just call my dad.” I say as I pull out my phone.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I insist. It’ll only take a second.” She stuck out her hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I, thank you but, why do you want to help me?” I asked, worried I would upset her by rejecting her help.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you need a reason to help someone? It’s really not a hassle.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Okay then.” I say as I take her hand.

<p class="MsoNormal">She gripped it tightly, much to my surprise, “Don’t worry, I just don’t want you let go. You really don’t want to let go. Where do you live? Any notable landmarks that I can concentrate on?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I pulled up a picture of my local elementary school. It was only about a five minute away from my house. Suddenly the hallway began to shimmer and ripple, almost like it was made of water. Then, the entrance of the elementary school started to shimmer into the view, the images mixing together. Then the hallway began to disappear and the school entrance became clearer until a sudden gush of wind and change of temperature brought me to my senses. If it wasn’t for Celty I would’ve fallen over because of how disorientated I felt.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You okay? Warping can be a little disorientating but hey, we saved you a lot of time.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I looked at my phone, not even a minute had passed. “Thank you so much.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Anytime. Honestly it’s not trouble. I would everywhere to and fro if it didn’t turn my legs into twigs.”

<p class="MsoNormal">A few moments of awkward silence passed between, “Well, thanks again. See ya.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah.” She tapped her scythe to the ground twice, and shimmered away.

<p class="MsoNormal">The next day was pretty nice, no Helena anywhere to be seen, and when lunch rolled around I went to my favorite spot: the library. I rarely ate at the cafeteria, despite the wide variety of food mostly for mamonos, I never had much of an appetite at school. Much to my surprise when I was browsing through the nonfiction history section I bumped into Celty, literally.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sorry,” I say before seeing it was Celty whom I bumped into.

<p class="MsoNormal">Celty’s head fell off an rolled on the floor, her body quickly retrieving it. “Fancy meeting you here.” She says.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah, same here. So, uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt your browsing, I’ll go elsewhere.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Wait. About yesterday, I was being serious when I said I had no date for the prom and was wondering...” Celty’s face turned red, “if you had any plans for that night?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“If I’m being honest, I’m not interested in going to the prom.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Celty’s eyes lit up, “Really? That seems to be on every guys mind right now. So, did you just want to hang?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sure, but, why me?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Celty smiled, “I’m just looking to make a friend, and you qualify since you’re one of the few people who hasn’t run screaming when my head comes off.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I chuckled, “Okay, I’ll be your friend, don’t have many myself.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Great, so, what were you looking for?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I tilted my head.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You came here right? Are you into history too or just doing some assignment?”

<p class="MsoNormal">I smiled, “I’m into history.”

<p class="MsoNormal">We spent the rest of lunch at library talking in hush whispers at about our history knowledge, and looking up books and talking about them. I even showed her a favorite of mine, The Great Big Book of Horrible Things by Matthew White, a ranking of 100 of man’s worst atrocities based on the body count. Celty and I would meet every lunch and talk about whatever rank we were on, it was pretty fun.

<p class="MsoNormal">Despite this though, I still choose to focus on my grades, she fortunately understood and our relationship remind as friends,   even when we went to same community college, but by then we became close ones. When I started taking online classes at a nearby college and found out she did too, we were able to meet up surprisingly often and by then I summoned up the courage to greet her to my dad.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nowadays, both of us are graduated and are living together. It’s tough, but in our combined struggle we’ve grown closer. I swear there are times at night when we sleep I hear her whisper ‘goodnight, hubby.’