Chapter 5: A true blade

They got to their second class period on time. The whole time going there, they were talking to each other. Finding out they had the same exact classes they decided to walk together. When they go to the classroom, they opened the door and inside, in the back seat of the class sat one person. He had dark hair. He was wearing a black shirt that showed off his muscles underneath. As Owen walked by him and noticed his muscles. "Who in the ninth grade is that ripped?" He thought. He then gazed at him muscles on his arm. "Man I need to work out" Owen thought.

The guy sitting in the back of the classroom then looked at Owen and said with a loud tone of voice, "what the hell are you looking. You staring at me is really staring to piss me off"

"I-I'm sorry for staring. I-I just didn't realize you were paying attention that's all," Owen said really nervously.

"Whats that supposed to mean? You don't think I am aware when people are looking at me," the guy said as he stood up and walked over to Owen.

"Let me tell ya, I'm not stupid"

Before Owen could say anything, the guy then grabbed hold of collar of Owens shirt and lifted him up.

"I-I know your not, but can you please put me d-down," Owen said. Owen was scared, he was shaking as he stared into the bully that wanted to hurt him. The guy then put him down.

"How disappointing," the guy said. "You haven't given me a real challenge. You are incredibly weak. A true blade wouldn't cower like that. You are not even a challenge."

"A true blade?! I am a true blade," Owen said in anger.

"Uh, no you are not, if you were really a true blade you would be brave and you are not," the guy said.

Owen just stood there. He didn't know what to say. He knew he was weak and can't help it, or can he? Looking up at this guy made Owen sick. He didn't like him. In fact, he hated him. He knows absolutely nothing of this student and already has a deep loathing for him. He hated that this guy made him feel so low, but nothing came out of his mouth to backfire.

"How sad. I bet you don't even have a blade of your own yet," the guy said as he sat down at the seat in the back of the classroom.

Owen was enraged. He wanted to scream. He wanted to curse. He wanted to put this ass in his place, but he couldn't. He didn't have the strength to. Anger, that's all that was inside him. Owen then felt a hand touch his left shoulder. He then heard a voice. "Are you ok?" the voice said. He then broke from his anger when he turned to find that it was Emily's hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, lets sit down for our next class," Emily said smiling at him.

Owen then took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I'm sorry for that, Trent was never really nice to anyone," Emily said.

"You know him?" Owen asked.

"Yeah, his dad used to be an elite for East city, so he tries to be his best," Emily said.

"How do you know him?" Owen asked.

"We used to be childhood friends...but stuff happened and I didn't know if I could still be friends with him. So...I decided not to be around him anymore," Emily said.

"What kind of stuff?" Owen asked.

"I really don't want to talk about it... It's really hard to talk about..." Emily said.

"Oh..." Owen said. Owen felt like crap. This day was not turning out  that great.

He had a feeling that it was not going to get any better.