A Certain Request

Owen strolled through the school—as people still flirtingly stared at him.

Common.

As he went towards his locker, a popular girl with brown hair blocked her hand in front of his locker.

"Hey, Owen," Hana said as she crossed her high heels that were stuck in between her pants.

"H—hey," Owen stammered.

    "How's your windpipe? Heard it was almost crushed." Owen nodded, "Yes, it was—but I'm fine now...yeah. I wanted to ask you—"

"Hey you know my friend, Jess?" she asked. It was a shortie for Jessie, who was the prettiest girl in class, and is back to first place.

"Yes, what about her?"

"She wants to go out with you, surprised to even choose someone with her rich status."

Owen gazed at Hana for a few seconds which left an awkward silence.

"Oh, yeah," she suddenly said, realizing her certain mistake. "You actually have a rich status." Owen sighed, but he was still going out with someone people consider pretty.

Avie went to her locker, still shocked and wondering who that woman was.

*Slam*

A girl came over to her, and rolled her eyes. 

"Well look at the girl who doesn't know fashion." 

"Shush up."

    The girl—Kaylie, looked at her with a disapproving reaction. "Who do you think you're talking to?" she scolded, as her voice became a bit squeaky. Avie chuckled. "Look, just because you're in a drama group, doesn't mean that you can just start trashing people, so look at the girl who speaks like a sour girl with a sugar daddy."

    "Ooooh!" people in the certain hall shouted. Kaylie got mad—and it was level angry. Avie gulped, not knowing what was coming out of her mouth—could've been a time to run. 

    "How dare you talk to me like that you pig," she cried. Avie snickered. "Well, the only baby pig here is you." In this certain event, you needed to walk away.

Never happened.

*Ka-Thump* 

Kaylie welted her, making Avie fall with a bruise. "Hmm, who's the baby pig now," she smirked.

She walked away as others followed what they were doing, which Avie considered that a blessing.

    Owen skimped to Avie, as he saw the small bruise on her cheek. "Are you alright?" he asked. Avie nodded. But, he shook his head. 

"Now, I need you to turn your books to page one fifty, please."

*Knock*

    Doxin stared at the door expecting an opening from the thing in front of him. 

*Creek*

    Mrs. Davis—or Mom, opened the door with a wonderful delight. She had a white—what seemed to be—a nightgown, which was silky and she had an organized ponytail. "Oh, Doxin. How welcome of you, thanks for coming." Doxin responded politely. "So, you called me."

"It was Brent, but come in, we're always ready."

Indeed they were—their house was always clean with no dishes or anything uncomfortable in that matter. Dad adjusted his hair as he put on his vest and got his suitcase. "Hello, Mr. Doxin, I hope you feel well-fit in here."

"Oh yes, I sure do."

"Ok."

Dad stopped all he was holding and sat down on a sofa that was close to the TV. "So, I asked you here for a favor," he said as he crossed his fingers.

    Doxin had a very assurance of a certain assumption as he presumed, "You want me to watch over your son at school?" 

"No—no that's not what it is." 

The assumption proved to be negative—which was common as always. 

    "I need you to teach my son how to defend and to fight," he said with a serious face.

Doxin seemed much surprised as he continued to face the father.

Doxin's Pov:

If you guys ever noticed, I was a man who never taught but was always taught. Me teaching Owen will be an embarrassment and a complete dishonor. I hate, and I mean I hate, being hectored. On many of my missions I'm always in a classy mode, like the pro.

And this isn't about ego.

Back when it was seventeen years ago, I was ridiculed like a chicken—more than even school. Good thing, those guys bawl at me but that's not the point.

Teaching was never my thing, although I'm a bit better. I'm a detective not a master—but for respect of them—I decide to do it.

"I'll be delighted to do it, sir," Doxin said with a soft gulp. "Well then, let that be final!"

There was a strong shake between their hands which made Doxin more cautious. 

Wildhane High: Junior

Owen put his book inside the locker gently. Being focused on his books he never heard any *click clacks* from Jessie. "Hey, Owen," she said suddenly—startling Owen a little bit. But something was different.

She had dirty brown hair which swayed with the movement of her body. 

Kissable lips that shine from the gloss, and a face that could grab you like chocolate chip cookies.

    "Uhh—hello?" she asked again. Owen blinked promptly as he steadied himself. 

"Y—yes."

"So, did Hana tell you?"

"About prom?" Owen said as if he had a cheetah running cycle in his mouth.

"Yes, so do you accept?" he asked. 

"Definitely." 

    "I knew you would," she said very softly as she gave a little bunt to the cheek. It was definitely the right choice to accept it.

He closed his locker as he saw Avie in front of him. "Oh! Avie—yeah," he stammered. Avie looked at him confusedly, "Did you do something wrong?"

"No—no I didn't, I suppose." 

    Avie sighed. "Did you choose Kaylie as your date to prom?" Owen shook his head vibrantly. "No, I would never. I chose Jess."

She smiled with a different view. "That's great. She's actually pretty—"

 "Yes, she is."

"—nice."

Owen cleared his throat embarrassingly. "Yes, she is very nice indeed. Hopefully you get someone."

    In a quick result, Avie scoffed, "Please, that'll just be a room of opportunity to dawn on me." Owen shrugged. "You never know who you can find." 

Avie sighed. 

"Well, let's get to lunch."

Owen's verison of eating is usually when two people in black suits come and give him special food. Usually a place where people pick on his food.

Also common. 

    Jessie saved a seat for him with the drama group, a few boys known by The Jackers. 

And girls who just make drama and are the prettiest people in high school. 

Owen sat there staring at everyone. The Jackers looked at him. 

Jackson was the leader of them, with black hair that almost blocked his other eye with a woven shirt that is used as a jacket with a bunch of skull's on his T-Shirt. 

He announced, "You actually are going with Jess?"

"Yes—why not?" 

"She is so pretty like—you're even blessed to be with her." Jessie rolled her eyes. "Jackson, the last time we were together—you were so arrogant and embarrassing."

    "Oh really," Jackson sarcastically groaned. "You we're so stuck up when I went to your house!" "Shut the—" 

"Hey!" Owen shouted. "May we have peace here, gonna make my ears blow." Jess sputtered. "Owen, it was way worse!"

"Tsk."

"Shush up!" 

The Jackers shut silent, as Hana sipped on her juice. The best thing to disturb the silence was for the guards to come.

    They sent down a plate of very classy French dish—which was perhaps, the most favorite in the school.

 "Thank you," he said. The guard forcefully smiled—since he was getting paid twenty thousand each six months.

After lunch was a very noisy talk. He usually played his own games—the ones that could keep him for a whole five hours. Instead, he had to join in a conversation about many unwelcoming things.

Owen felt like gagging in his mouth softly, which was very close to coming to pass.

After that certain recess, Owen was getting his books for science, the one subject he never fell asleep on. Jessie stood by and looked at him as he was doing so. Owen looked at her as he got his books.

"Hey Owen," she said as she softly looked at him. "Hey," he said in the same tone.

"So, how's Avie?" she asked. 

"Dealing with things as always."

Jess shrugged.

"Maybe she can find someone to prom, you never know." Owen ultimately agreed  as she said those words. 

"Hey, is it okay if I can ask you a question?"Owen asked as he looked at her in a serious way. She immediately gave approval—as Owen got ready to question her. "Why do you guys pick on Avie?" 

Jessie sighed. "Well us, you see—like to make drama. And Avie is very vulnerable to that so she seems like the perfect target. That's all I could say." Owen looked at her with an understanding.

"Good thing you're not like that," he whispered to himself. Jess nodded.

"Yeah, it's not very nice but—just don't try to make yourself a good target."

"See you in prom tomorrow," he said as he gazed at her beauty.