Private Schooling (Lenny)

[Anatoly Khlystov]

Tolya had transitioned pretty well since arriving in Arc. Especially with his new school…that entire awkward new kid in school phase didn’t even exist for him. How could it? Tolya didn’t necessarily have to make a name for himself anymore, he just had to fill in the gaps of the name that was already known to everybody in this city. He was a Khlystov, he practically owned one-tenth of Arc, the tallest building in this entire city had his name on it, had his name beside the word World. It was stuff like that that practically crafted Tolya’s reputation for him. The fact that he had a smile that could melt hearts didn’t hurt either. To most of the girls in the academy, he entered into their lives like some fairy tale Prince Charming. He was the type of boy who seemed otherworldly in his beauty, like some precious ivory figure that could only be admired from afar. Not to mention that his genius-level intellect placed him in very good standing with not only the students but also the teachers. So yeah…he was a mini god from the moment that he stepped into this place.

At that moment, Tolya was sitting on his desk, cracking jokes much to the amusement of the ring of friends gathered around him. To the corner of the room, a group of girls tittered behind their hands and talked with each other in hushed whispers while stealing glances at the young Russian criminal prince. Sometime’s he’d catch their glances, and gift them with a playful wink. That usually got them giddier, and their whispers more excited. Yes, Tolya seemed to effortlessly fall into the role of the popular kid with the perfect life.

This was all superficial of course…but this was high school after all, everything was superficial. Tolya was young and naïve, plus he had a seriously misguided superiority complex. It wouldn’t be past him, to actually let everything get into his head. Growing up and always getting what you wanted, tended to give a person a rather warped sense of the world. The bell finally rung and all the students scrambled back to their seats as their home room teacher entered into the room, precisely on time.

“Mr. Khlystov, for the umpteenth time, please get off your desk.” said Mr. Henderson resignedly. He didn’t even bother looking up anymore; it seemed a rather practiced morning ritual already. Tolya gave out an audible chuckle, but he did comply. Mr. Henderson put down his bag and took off his jacket before hanging it on the back of his chair. He walked around his desk and casually leaning on it as he noticed the bright red apple sitting on the table top. He took it in his hand, but his eyes immediately zeroed in on Tolya.

“A piece of fruit, will not pardon a thousand sins Mr. Khlystov.” he said, there was no smile on his face but it was in his eyes. Tolya just beamed back, exposing his rows of perfect, white, shiny teeth. He was sitting-up straight on his chair, his hands together on his desk…the only thing missing from his ruse what the halo hovering on his head. However, the glint of mischief was in his eyes and most of his classmates were trying to stifle down their snickers.

“I just thought to greet you good morning, Mr. H...old school style” explained Tolya, the Russian accent still distinctive on his tongue. His statement caused a few of those snickers escape. Mr. Henderson just rolled his eyes before he pitched the apple back to Tolya underhandedly. The young demonologist caught it and took a bite, before hiding it under his desk. Mr. Henderson just let go of the antics of his class as he slid the attendance folder towards him. He opened it up and found a note waiting for him slipped inside. It was from the school’s administration.

“Some news class, someone else will be joining us.” said Mr. Henderson. This was a mixed year-level class for advanced mathematics, only the brightest in the academy were allowed. It wasn’t strange either for students to join in middle of the year, it wasn’t that strange for someone to leave either. Mr. Henderson turned his head to look out the small glass window on the classroom door and found an unfamiliar face waiting outside, dressed in the same St. Ignatius Academy uniform. He walked towards the door and opened it to welcome in the new addition to the class.

Tolya looked as well and automatically his interest was piqued. He knew the guy, it was Lennox O'Connel. The guy was his team mate on the football team, although the idiots on this side of the world insisted on calling it soccer. Apart from that, he was the son of one of one of the other crime lords in the city.

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1091 WORDS - TOLYA
The sound of sneakers squeaking on the waxed floors could be heard down the hall as Lennox seemed to race up the stairs and then turn a corner. Why was he always late for everything lately? He'd completely slept in, especially after the fiasco that went down last night in the woods. Veronika showing up the way she had...she shouldn't have. He knew it was wrong, to continuously care for her when she was very obviously a vampire and had become one by choice but he oculdn't help himself. Maybe he was just thinking with the wrong head or something... He stumbled a bit but caught himself, the bell having already rung at least a good, solid, couple of minutes ago. Maybe five or so.

Normally, he had his alarm clock blaring some psychotic DMX, Eminem, ACDC, and Metallica in the morning to wake him up in a good mood. He'd always wake up jumping onto his feet, playing the air guitar or rapping the lyrics to himself and pretending his hairbrush that he never used was a microphone and his bed a stage. Then he'd hear loud banging from the floor below from his mother, yelling to put that crap on silent and he'd leave it blaring before he'd slide, in nothing but briefs and ankle socks, into the bathroom, do his thang, while still attempting to rap or play guitar, and then he'd be getting dressed, every couple of minutes the banging on his floor resuming along with a string of Irish scoldings. If his father was home, by then he'd have barged into Lennox's room, told him to put down the volume in that harsh Irish accent of his and Lenny would obey, putting it down with a silly, puppy dog grin on his face before he got dressed to meet them for breakfast. This was normal, this was the ritual and it began every weekday there was school promptly at seven in the morning (it really didn't take him long to get ready).

However, this morning, he was awoken by a bunny, nuzzling his nose and tickling him. His nose twitched and he mumbled something incomprehensible. But then he felt the sudden heat of the sun on his back...and his bare butt...and the tickle of the leaves of the willow tree tracing circles into his back. By then, he'd bolting right up, remembering what he had been doing, where he was, and then was grabbing all his things, getting dressed, and racing home to shower and get ready for class. Which lead to where he was right now, waiting outside the door of his new class since they had placed him in the average level course instead of the advanced - and didn't move him until now much to his dismay. He was clad in the uniform though it still looked like he'd just rolled out of bed and a pair of messy chucks were on his feet which always had the headmaster rolling his eyes at him. He had a back pack, practically empty, haphazardly thrown over one broad shoulder and his hair was that perfect bed head messy look that made him look like he'd either been rolling around in a pile of leaves or he'd had amazing and wild sex last night. Who knows. It could have been a mixture of the two. He'd never tell.

When the door opened, his almost lethargic yet charming puppy grin, all lopsided, fell onto his face, "Mr. H, man, what's good?" he chuckled, giving the man a pat on the back. He treated everyone this way. Teachers, staff, and authority figures were not an exception to his friendly rule. Upon his entrance, the eyes of almost every female seemed to fall on him and he gave them a charming, oblivious smile. They seemed to melt but he, again, didn't even notice. That was what made him so damn irresistible. He just went with the flow but didn't pay attention to his surroundings much - at least not in school. He considered it a safe zone so to speak. His eyes went around the room and immediately was going over to give one of his friends from the track team a high five, "Dude!" he laughed. He sounded nothing like his Irish family - if anything seeming like a surfer, Cali kind of kid than anything, He was just young and having fun. He didn't think he needed to get serious just yet. Plus, he'd been going to school within the Arc system his entire life so he was just one of those guys everyone knew and personally. They'd known he'd dated a senior when he'd been a sophomore ( a gorgeous and very dangerous senior at that). They'd known who his father was, had gone to celebrate his birthday one year at one of the casinos just for the hell of it. They'd known him from being on the track and futbol team, for always being down to party, to drink, and to just go all out and have fun. He was Lennox O'Connel and if you didn't know him, you lived under a rock.

Giving his friend a high five, he gave a mocking salute to another in the back before he was plopping down into the seat next to Tolya, completely in his own element. Glancing over at him, he let out another infectious and goofy grin, "Nice," he held his hand out to give that signature little bro shake as he used to call it as a kid. It was the almost hand shake with the sliding palms, "Cool man, didn't know you were in this class," and another thing about Lennox? He was sincere and honest, loyal as a damn dog which made sense if you knew he was a werewolf. Of course Lenny knew what Tolya was. He wasn't stupid nor did he play stupid. He just came off that way.

But when he'd given Tolya the bro shake, it seemed like every girl in the damn class wet their panties and some of the other guys rolled their eyes, completely ignoring Mr. H, "Mind saving some bitches for the rest of us, Romeos?"

[/i] someone in front of Lennox said and Lennox cocked his head to the side, "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Mondo," he smiled teasingly, "Green isn't a color that suites you."

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