Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“A wolves hearing is over sixteen more times advanced then a humans, they can hear sounds clearly in a forest for up to six miles away, and up to ten miles in open spaces, they can hear any kind of sound from and ever greater distance.”

It was coming up to the end of the day, last lesson of the day, hard to believe it was Wednesday, worst day of the week for me, most people say Monday but I say Wednesday because it’s half way through, you feel tired and sick of it, and you know you’re only half way, and you have more to go, it’s just horrible. Anyway, last lesson, only just starting, still sick of school already. It was physical education to, made it all the more worse, people made fun of me and my friends for not liking football, they say we’re gay, I couldn’t think of anything more gay, running around chasing a ball with a bunch of men wearing shorts, and they called me gay for not liking it. I didn’t like it because I thought it was gay, that was my counter argument if they said I was gay, I just didn’t like it, I thought it was pointless.

The changing rooms were small and cramped, just a room with benches all the way round and a bench in the centre with some hooks to hang your clothes on them, another small room with broken toilets in, and the showers. Just going in the showers was torture, we were made to go in and it was basically sharing four guys per shower head and a toilet sized cubical each with no door. So you would be pushed up with three other guys trying to shower, it was horrible, and we were expected to manage to get undressed, have a shower, get dry, and dressed again, and to your next lesson in the space of five minutes. Thankfully it was last lesson, so no chance of getting a detention, we still couldn’t take it in turns to have a shower, and we were still squashed up in there until we were clean.

“C’mon guys just give it here.” The noise could be heard from the changing room as it was echoed round the tiles shower room.
“If you want it so bad, why don’t you come and get it then?” I could tell what was happening, someone’s towel had been taken and the usual business of dangling in front of them, and when they reached for it, it would be snatched away and they would near as damn it touch the guy so they would be called gay since they were stood there naked.
“You do this every time, what’s the point.”
“Does it need a point.”
“Just give it back.”
“Come and get it then.” I could tell who the voices were, it was Blake and Jason, Blake was the one holding the towel, he did the same thing to some poor sod everyday with anything he could, he was a dick. The other voice was Jason, he didn’t hang with us but he was cool, well, he wasn’t cool but he was cool to us. He was a nerd, small and weedy, we liked him but he hung round with his other friends but he liked us to. I walked out of the shower room and put my towel around my waist as I walked, I’d gotten into fights before, none of them I’d won, but winning didn’t count to me, moral fibre and dignity counted to me. So getting my a*s kicked to just get a guys towel back was fine to me, I didn’t particularly want to fight but I was okay with it, the only thing I was worried about was my clothes, if they took them I would be walking home naked, which I couldn’t do. I still had to do something.

“Just give him his towel Blake.” I said, my voice was tired from the day, I was just sick of it.
“Oh looks like nerdy got a friend, you gonna’ come and get it off me then gay boy?”

That was typical, they always accuse people of being gay, nothing wrong with it but they see it as an insult, but turning it around to make them sound gay is the best way to wind them up.

“It’s strange really, you call me gay for helping someone, and you’re stood naked facing another naked guy and moving his towel so he nearly touches you, and you’re making him do that? So it seems strange how I’m the gay one when you’re stood there trying to get a guy to touch you naked”
“Getting smart are we tough guy?” Blake said back, pushing Jason out of the way, he quickly grabbed his towel and hurried off to get changed and Blake kept walking. “Is Bosley here getting brave again? Remember what happened last time?”
“Yeah I remember”
“Did beating the s**t out of you give you a head injury or something?” He taunted
“No I just know the difference between right and wrong” I replied
“Well so do I. I just don’t like doing the right thing.”

He walked up closer to me, I could smell cheap deodorant mixed with the smell of mud and sweat, he never went in the shower, he just stood at the back with his gang and splashed water on their head to make it look like they showered. The deodorant was a pathetic excuse to cover up the smell, the smell filled my nostrils and I nearly gagged.

“What’s the matter? Can tough guy Bosley not stand the smell of a real man?”
“No I’m just pretty sure there’s a difference between the smell of a man, and a sweaty guy whose head looks like a tentacle...” I knew the perfect was to wind this guy up was to twist his words, and make fun of his head; it really was a strange shape. Even though I wasn’t to educationally smart, I still had a way with words to win arguments by twisting what they say.
“What you say ‘bout my head Bosley?”
“Oh nothing, just saying about how it looks like a bollock.”
“You’d better watch what you say big guy or you’ll be dead before you know it.” Yeah that was another problem with me, I always went across the line with word arguments, I liked it but it got me in fights allot.
“Well unlike you I watch what I say, and what I say makes sense allot more than what you usually say, it might have something to do with the shape of that over sized bollock of yours, I mean head.”
“F**k this man,” He kicked me in the crotch and walked away. There was nothing worse than the pain of being kicked in the crotch. Nothing.

The dull pain was still aching there when I walked out the changing room with Ethan and Aiden.
“Thanks for helping me back there by the way.”
“No problem,” Said Aiden
“Didn’t want to cramp your style,” Said Ethan
“Thanks for taking my style of being kicked in the nuts into consideration” I answered bitterly.
“Yeah well you should thank us, we made sure they didn’t take your clothes, or you’d be walking naked.”
“Yeah I guess thanks.”