The god father

thanks all to my great new beta: Cuckoolicious
that my writing look good and guess what ,you can now understand my story alittle bit more


chapter 3

I went to bio class with Jayson- it turned out we had the same class- late, of course, and Mr. Shrewder a thin man with receding brown hair gave us a nasty dark look.

“Nice for you to actually arrive,” He said sarcastically, before smiling cruelly, “We have a new student.”
He beckoned to me, then continued. “Come and introduce yourself.”

I walked with my head held high and looked at my teacher with a smile that could make the most royal family green in envy. It was if I was letting him know that, hey, it’s okay, you can talk to me, I forgive you, which really made him madder, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

I turned to the front of the class and said in haughty tune reserved for highborn talking down a commoner, “I'm Jonah Dary,” and left it like that, like it was enough.

I have a reason for why I act the way I do. My theory is, is that if you show weakness, you’re dead meat, but if you act like you don’t care, that they are beneath you, they’ll be impressed. I could already tell that some are, and I could hear whispers of the others, some even going so far as to wonder if I were foreign royalty.

I saw out of the corner of my eye, Jonah looking at me amused, before going to one of the two empty tables to sit down. I walked towards him with authority- much like if there was a stick shoved up my ass- using the grace that I gained from years of training with a fighting style that made most army training look like childs play compared to me, and sat down with a straight back and stiff posture.

The bastard beside me was smirking like a Hyena, and I wondered why I had to sit beside him. I bet it was because he wanted to keep an eye on me.

I decided to ignore him and pretend that he wasn’t there, and instead, started listening to the teacher.

After looking at the weird Latin words, seeing all of this new vocabulary… For the first time since my transition into a 16 year old boy, I understood what my godfather meant by ‘updating information.’

I want to learn so much now. I’m obsessed about healing, due to it being my gift. I’m proud of it, and I want to be better at what I can do. I don’t just want to heal blindly. I want to know what it is that I’m doing. I feel that, if I learn more, I would be able to use it more effectively.

The downside of that is that my gift does not work for me, but I do have a faster regenerating rate that any supernatural and a superior immunity system.

I can cure thousands of ailing humans or supernatural beings and banish any curse, but my dream is to open a legal hospital for the supernatural and gather as many people as I can who have a knack for healing To do this, I have the book of all the supernatural, their strength, weaknesses, general anatomy and a way to cure them.

I continued to listen to Mr. shrewder in rapt fascination and when he asked if anyone had a question I start to grill him with enthusiasm that transformed his dull black eyes to alive and challenging. He was enjoying himself immensely, especially when the class started to ask questions all around.

When the next physic teacher entered the class it was with shock all around her mocha latte face to watch the class, all awake and participating energetically. Mr. shrewder finally noticed her and was beaming happily to her which, frankly, creeped her out. Mr. Shrewder apparently never seemed so energetic himself, and even had so much as a smile.

“Oh, come on in, I forgot about the time.” Mr. Shrewder said, then gathered his papers. He glanced at me with a friendly look. Bet I’m his favorite student now.

I felt chilled and glanced around to see Jayson looking at me like he had seen me for the first time, I glared at him and turned away, seeing out of the corner of my eye that he was pissed off.

A good guess was that he wasn't used to being ignored. I didn't miss how the girls fawned over him and guys clamored for his attention, it's all part of being Alpha in the making and people were drawn to him naturally.

I’ve gotten used to the Alpha vibe, my godfather had it in spades and Jayson wasn't that strong compared to an Alpha with a pack, and I could bet that when he matured enough he would be a formidable alpha, but not now. He still had quite a lot to learn .

I stood up from my seat and walked to the door to get to my next class, and I noticed Jayson taking his books hurryingly and running to follow my stride.

He looked at me with strangely, and I smiled. I might have acted like a maiden in distress earlier, but I am confident 233 year old werewolf. I know my place and have no need of all the posturing around like anyone else, I was grounded and had no need to do all the cool things to impress the others, and to be popular. I am me, and that is enough.
My eyes mocked him, telling him, you see? I’m confident. I can do this.

I let my contained power wash over him, and his eyes widened at my strange and strong power.

My power is different, I am mix between Alpha and submissive, and while I can submit to order, by no mean am I a pushover, I can take matters into my own hands if the need comes.

I revisited my earlier behavior with him and saw that I was wrong to make him think I was weak and a pushover, if he thought that, he would never respect me and try to bully me around. I will not stand for it.

As my godfather said ‘Start as you are going to go in your dealing,’ and I intended to do exactly that.
I went to my chemistry class and sit in the middle row, between a thin geeky guy with glasses and black hair and the next Miss American beauty with typical blond hair, baby blue eyes and a killer body. I dismissed her with body language as unimportant and proceeded to sit down, to see that Jayson was glaring at the geek boy, who hastily collected his books and looked for somewhere else to sit.

I looked at him unimpressed with his actions and then I turned my head as my chemistry teacher, who was surprisingly still young and beautiful with green eyes and black hair.

She called the list of names and recorded the absent. The class turned out to be just like biology, with me enthusiastically grilling the teacher about dynamic atom movement, and my enthusiasm leaking through class to make them more awake and active during class. This was one aspect of my strange power the ability to control and guiding of emotion .

Next was my math class. The teacher was absent and a substitute teacher arrived and advised us to complete our homework which is exactly what I did and thanked God that this class was sans Jayson.

During lunch, in the cafeteria, the tables were separated to super popular- jocks and cheerleaders. Then came the popular- cheerleader wannabes and then the unpopular- goths , geeks, and emos, and lastly, the popular/unpopular- dangerous teens and biker boys.

I guessed Jayson and his gang is the only exception to the rule, he belong to jocks and popular/unpopular.

I sat an the tables of geek and saw the glasses geek with the dark hair boy, the one Jay-ass- my new politically correct nickname for him- glared into submission. I noticed that behind his glasses and soft dark hair that he's beautiful in a pretty kind way and his feature are delicate.

He was my brother, Calhan’s, favorite type, not mine. There where two girls sitting beside him, one with muddy brown pigtails and looked shy. The other beautiful girl with green-blue eyes and black hair, kissable lips but wore unfashionable clothes that hid her flattering shape, and was currently glaring daggers at me when she noticed me checking her out.

Huh, little spitfire, wasn’t she?

“Hey, I’m Jonah,” I introduced myself, “and you are?”

She looked at me for a few seconds, then decided I wasn’t a threat to her.

“I’m Jasmen,” She finally relented, before thumbing at the girl with the pigtails, “And this is Kaily. And this is Brian.”

She was pointing at the geek boy.

I went to the lunch line, bought water and sausages and then returned to the table to find Mr. Jay-ass had made himself comfortable with his gang at our table. Yes, our table. It‘s mine now.

Kaily and Brian were gawking at the jocks while Jasmen was glaring daggers at them. That's my girl.

Jay-ass smiled pleasantly to me and said mockingly, “Oh, there you are. And you thought you could run away from me.”
I didn't grace his bullshit with an answer I just raised my eyebrow in incredulousness, before finally ignoring him and went on to eat my launch.

Jasmen looked at me with what was akin to a grudged respect and her lips were raised slightly in a smile, While Kaily and Brian mouth where open in shock .
…

I think a fly just landed in Kaily’s mouth. Yuck.

Jay-ass’ company were not pleased with my disregard for their leader and the blond dude from before raised his hand to whack some sense into me, but I swatted his hand while eating, much like if I was swatting away a fly, then continued on as if nothing happened.

If Brian and Kaily mouthes where gathering flies before, now they were open enough to catch a few rampaging elephants, and even Jasmen was shocked, this time at my idiocy .

The guys where all stunned and I felt the whole cafeteria go silent in bated breath waiting for what would happen next.
The blond dude gathered his composure fast and swung his hand in a big fist to smash my face, but I caught his wrist with my left hand easily and pressed on his ulnar nerve, then twisted his hand until I heard the breaking of bones, but even then I kept pressing on his wrist.

He was screaming madly and was trying unsuccessfully to free his hand but my fingers where like steel around his wrist.
His four friends tried futilely to pry my hand off him but they couldn't. There were uneasy looks between them now.
Jay-ass stood up from his chair and looked in calm anger.