The Ware wolf and the Idiot

I stay in the bathroom until the next class. No one notices my absence. Well, no surprise there. The rest of the classes pass in a blur, my mind a chaotic mess. After my last class...English? Or was it World history? Well...it doesn't matter. After my last class I walk past the empty classrooms to exit the building. It's pretty empty since I dallied getting my stuff together and now nearly everyone is out.

Suddenly I hear a shout. It came from a classroom to my left. I freeze and furrow my brows. The door is closed. Should I check what it is? Is it worth it? Won't I disturb something? I debate for a moment but then when I hear another shout my curiosity decides for me. What could be occurring in a classroom after hours? Our school is a pretty uptight private one so it shouldn't be lewd. Could some kids be doing some weird experiment, or maybe the self proclaimed "bad boys" in our grade doing something stupid again?

I open the door, dreading what I might find. It creaks loudly, much to my embarrassment. Well too late to turn back now, might as well peek in. I do so, only to regret it a moment later. A guy-with a start I realize its pencil guy from earlier, has his back pressed against the wall by another guy. The other guy has one hand covering his mouth and the other holding his hands. They both instantaneously turn to me due to the loud creak the door emits and their mouths are gaping wide.

"...Um...sorry for interrupting. Bye!" I quickly escape and vaguely hear pencil guy shouting "It's not what you think!" I ignore him. Not my problem. Now, to execute this hasty retreat before I get further embroiled. But, before I can get farther than a few feet the other guy has rushed over to me and grabbed my arm. I wince and turn to him, fearing the worst. But instead of the threatening or accusing eyes I'm expecting he looked rather...excited? ...Kind of like a puppy dog...Looking at its favorite chew toy. And wow. His large, brown, doe eyes just add to the effect.

"...Um..." How to proceed in this situation? Shouldn't he be the first one to speak?

"You're the princess aren't you???" If he had a tail right now it should be fiercely wagging. But wait-what was that just now? Did he seriously just say princess?? I look to pencil guy for confirmation but he just looks as helpless as I feel.

"Um...excuse me?"

"Oh! Excuse me for being rude! It is a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle." And whilst saying this proceeds to execute a perfect ninety degree bow, then promptly grab my hand and kiss it. He kissed it. He kissed my hand.

That's when I decide enough is enough. It's fight or flight. Or, in my case, both. I twist my hand, still in his grip, so that my nails pierce his hand. I used to bite my nails but thankfully stopped. Now, they're nice and sharp. I twist and stab as hard as I can. Then, while he's stunned with the pain, my plan is to run outside as fast as I can.

It fails.

I stab him all right but even stabbing hard enough to leave deep indentations he holds on and that might even be a few drops of blood I see. Although his eyes are watering he flashes me a, if possible, even more blinding smile while flicking his dark hair out of his eyes. Is he a masochist???

"Princess, there is no need to test it. I, of course as part of my training endured many torments harsher than this. No worries, I can tolerate this much." His voice is partially distorted with pain, and the rest is from the weird voice he used earlier. He sounds like a prince from a movie! How much weirder can he get?! I once again look at pencil guy who is now gaping, dumbstruck. Well, he's useless. Then I spot a familiar figure and a glimmer of hope grows in my chest.

"Mr. Rose!!" Mr. Rose, who is sauntering down the hall leisurely turns my way with a smile that instantly freezes the moment he sees my predicament.

"Walter, what are you doing?" His voice somehow lacks it's usual mirth and sounds somewhat frosty. No-not somewhat, he sounds downright furious. Like a volcano about to erupt. He turns to us and reaches us in three brisk steps. He seizes the weird guy-no Walter's, I think his name was, arm and forcefully separates it from me.

"Romus, she's the princess!" Walter cries excitedly, seemingly unaware of the volcano about to erupt before him.

"She is my student. And haven't I already told you, call me Mr. Rose at school."

"But-"

"NO BUTS! What you did was RUDE and CRUDE young man!!! What have we talked about THINKING BEFORE YOU ACT!"

Walter looks glum. I can't help but feel a little sympathy for him. This Mr. Rose is completely different from the one I met today. Suddenly, he whips his head to me and flashes a blinding smile. Wow, what a change in attitude.

"I sincerely apologize Miss Maya. From now on I will thoroughly discipline this idiot."

"Um..."

"Hey! What about me!" Yells a voice from the far side of the classroom. It's pencil guy.

Mr. Rose starts in surprise to see him. "Mr. Alek! Why are you-"

"That guy dragged me here against my will! The he shoved me against the wall and said he'd tame me!" The poor guy's voice goes shrill at the word "tame" and he points an accusing finger at Walter.

By this point Mr. Rose just looks defeated. "Walter, what were you thinking?"

"B-But Rom-Mr. Rose, she's the princess I've been searching for and he's the wild beast I must tame!"

"Are you sure?" Mr. Rose inquires suspiciously. Wait-what!? Mr. Rose is actually listening to his nonsense! Princess! Wild beast! What the heck!?

"Yes! The guy is clearly a man wolf and the girl's aura is like no other!" Walter insists.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Rose queries again.

"Yes!"

Mr. Rose heaves a gusty sign then turns to us with an apologetic expression on his face.

"Sorry about this."

Pencil guy looks apprehensive. "Wha-"

"Sleep."

And with that one word I feel my eyes get heavy and I'm embraced by the welcoming arms of deep deep deep sleep.