Ch. 4 Minor Turbulance

Waking up in the morning he rubs his eyes to get rid of the grogginess. He looks over at his alarm clock and sees that it's 5am exactly. But he realizes he didn't set his alarm at all, and that he left his phone dead on his nightstand.

He grabs the charger right next to his phone and plugs it in. He also grabs his glasses but pauses when he remembers last night. He puts them on and goes over to his desk. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out the things to clean his lens. It's just a special rag and cleaning solution. He tries to take very good care of his glasses since he needs them so badly. Which kinda makes him mad at Caval, but if anything it's a reminder he isn't crazy and didn't make all that stuff up last night.

He takes care of his glasses and gives it a deep cleaning. Then he gets changed for the day. He's up so he doesn't really feel like falling asleep again.

Yes, too lazy to go to sleep.

But it's mostly because he doesn't have his phone to set his alarm. And using his alarm clock is too annoying. Basically just some excuses so he can get some time to do a bit of research before he heads to school.

The biggest thing he wants to search is coyotes and what it means if they lick you. But he will wait to do that on his phone. He could do it on his laptop but he doesn't want this in his history, and he knows about the button history thing too. So he knows that clearing your search history is useless if someone a little more savvy in computers decides to do some snooping. But with his phone it's a little bit different. And it's just about coyotes, he is in California and a very curious guy so who is going to question this?

He goes and washes his dirty clothes from the other day down in the laundry room in the first floor near the garage.

Walking through the big house so early in the morning is a little eerie and is reminded why they usually have the tv or music playing in their homes for some background noise.

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Myrddin texts his mom he's leaving and leaves a note on his door and the front door that he already left.

Myrddin makes sure he has everything he will need for school: notebooks, folders, pens, pencils, highlighters, extra pair of clothes for mandatory Physical. Education., fully charged phone, wallet, etc…

With his backpack hanging on his left shoulder he heads out. He doesn't want to act cool by having his backpack slung on one shoulder. It's just that his back hurts way worse than yesterday. Probably thanks to the torture Caval put him through. It looks the same though, just a large black and blue bruise.

There is only one way he can really take to go to school currently. He's fairly certain he can go the other way to get to his school, but he doesn't exactly have the time to explore before school. So he is forced to go towards that fluffy white balls house. He wonders what the dogs name is… probably better than Caval. But it might be worse.

He gets to the house and can't help looking up at the window. The light is off and there isn't a dog barking at him, nor is there a topless girl.

"Arf! Arf! Arfarfarfarfarf! ARF!!" High pitched barking gets closer and closer.

Myrdin turns around and sees a ball of fluff speeding towards him. It's deceptively fast for such a small and fluffy thing.

He bends down and goes to catch the dog. But it zooms right past his hands and begins circling around him. "What the? Calm down there. And are you a papillon?"

The dog circles him probably 10 times before it stops in front of him and jumps up with its front paws on his knee.

"Hey there little guy. How are you? We're you trying to show me something yesterday? If so I gotta thank you for that" Myrddin reaches down carefully to not cause his back to flare up. He picks the dog up by it's sides and holds it out. The dog is nearly all white except for it's ears and side of its face where it's brown but reminds him of the redhaired girl he briefly saw the previous night.

The dog pants and hangs it's tongue from its mouth as it looks at him with its surprisingly big and beady eyes.

"Prada! Prada get back here right this instant!" A girl shouts.

Myrddin, and the dog, look at the house and see a red haired girl in a nightdress and slippers walking down the driveway and towards the small dog and boy pair.

The dog turns it's head nearly all the way around to see the long haired red head.

"Jeez that looks demented" Myrddin mutters as he turns the dog so it can look at the approaching girl wearing a nightdress.

But the dog, as if only to spite Myrddin, turns its head all the way around to look back at him. It still is breathing fast with its tongue out. And he swears that it just tried to lick its own eyeball because it nearly succeeded.

"Prada!" The girl complains as she gets closer.

"Arf!" The small dog happily turns and barks at its owner.

Myrddin feels a little awkward standing here, holding out a dog away from his body, with the girl he saw topless the previous night, and his backpack was now pressing on his bruise. "Hello, I seem to have captured this guy when he got loose from you"

The girl narrows her eyes just long enough to make Myrddin worry before she closes her eyes and beautifully smiles as she greets him. "Hey hey! Thank you SO much for catching Prada. She usually is SO well behaved. I don't know what has gotten into her since yesterday. Thanks Tom"

Myrddin raises a brow. "Tom?"

"Yeah, Tom!" The girl cheerfully and bubbly says.

"Do I remind you of someone? My name isn't Tom" Myrddin asks and corrects her.

"Oh, you don't remind me of someone" The girl brushes some hair on her left side with her right hand.

Myrddin looks at the dog who now is looking directly back and upwards at him. He's holding it vertically and now the dog is bending over backwards so to speak. "If that's the case, then why Tom?"

"That's easy!" She grins and narrows her eyes at him. She even points at him too. "It's because you're a Peeping Tom!"

"Very funny" Myrddin refrains from rolling his eyes. "I'm not a Peeping Tom. And you're a exhibitionist Godiva"

"I am not!" The girl stomps her foot. Then she realizes what she did and goes back to brushing her hair. "I mean, whatever Tom. Can I have my dog back?"

"Sure, do you want me to hand her to you or just set her down. She won't take off if I do the latter right?" Myrddin doesn't want to hold this beast longer than needed.

She seems to take a moment to come to a decision. "Just hand her over"

"Good bye… Prada, was it?" Myrddin asks as he looks at the dog that doesn't take its giant eyes off of him.

The girl takes the dog and brings it to her chest. "Ye-"

"ARF!" Prada proudly barks a confirmation.

The girl looks down at her dog. "What is up with you Prada? You normally aren't this unruly or vocal"

Myrddin rubs the back of his head and is reminded how much of a mess his hair is. "That may be my fault. I walked by here twice yesterday and I noticed this girl in the window"

The red head gives him a flat look. "This 'girl' huh?"

"I meant the dog! I only saw you once, well now it's twice" Myrddin corrects himself.

"Riiiiight~. Well ok then. I've gotta get back so I can do my hair before school. By the way, real quick. Why are you going so early and are you the new kid who just moved in down the street?" The girl more demands than requests.

Myrddin looks down the street towards where his house would be. "Ehhh… yeah? I mean, maybe? Is this all considered one street? It took me a few minutes to get over here"

"So the answer is yes then" The girl snaps.

Myrddin is drawn back to the pale redhead who probably doesn't have any makeup on. She really seems like a certain type of girl but he doesn't buy it. "Yes, the answer is yes. My mom, my sister, and I moved in Saturday night"

"That's so cool!" The girl enthusiastically says with a smile. "Too bad I don't care!"

Myrddin shifts his bag off his bruise. "Listen, if you wanna keep this whole act up you should really move that periodic informative poster from your room"

"The periodic table is showing?!" She whips around to look up at her room with the blinds still open.

"So there was something there" Myrddin smugly says.

The girl frowns and holds herself back from exploding at this no name shrimp that just moved into her pond. "Whatever. So what's your name? I'm Lydia Martin" She asks with no hint of her true feelings.

"Nice to meet you Lydia. Uhm…" Myrddin pauses when he was about to give his name. Partly because his back is hurting badly again.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Lydia tries to get him to speak. She needs his name if she is to get back at him.

"More like a Coyote than a cat" Myrddin mutters and looks to the side as he pictures Caval.

"What?"

"What?"

Lydia tilts her head. "You just said-"

"Sorry, forget I said that. My name is Myrddin Wyllt. Pronounced- you can just call me Wyllt or Myr"

(Myr pronounced Myare and Myrddin pronounced Myare-den. Or something similar)

"As in Myrddin Wyllt? Like King Arthur Myrddin Wyllt?" Lydia asks with a weird look on her face.

The look he is used to. But her pronouncing it properly in a Welsh accent and connecting it to its roots is new from people his age… even with adults there's only a handful of them that made that connection. "Y-Yeah. That's the one"

Lydia blinks a few times. "Is your sister named Gwendydd?"

Myrddin looks at the early, early, morning sky and shifts his bag again. His back keeps irritating his back. "Well technically yes, but her legal name is Gwen. My father and mother apparently debated for a long time about that one. Apparently mine was decided before I was even born"

"If your walking to school, why isn't your twin?" Lydia asks, it having spotted a girl, or anyone, walking down the street.

"That's where you're wrong Lydia. She isn't my twin, she's actually a year younger than me" Myrddin smirks and then he realizes something. "Wait, are you the super cute and super smart girl my mom told me about?"

"I prefer only the cute part" Lydia twirls her hair around her left pointer finger while Prada is held to her chest with her right arm.

"Well I'd prefer the smart part" Myrddin shrugs and takes his backpack off and just holds it in his left hand.

Lydia stares at this weird guy in front of her, to change the topic she looks at his full bag. "Why do you keep messing with your bag. Is it too heavy or something? School hasn't even started"

"It is a bit too heavy but it should be fine when I get to my locker. My back is badly bruised because I was attacked by a wolf yesterday" Myrddin tries to pass it off as a joke.

"A wolf?" Lydia asks. "Are you sure? I saw you covered in dirt, but are you sure it was a wolf?"

Myrddin sets his bag on the ground and turns around. "Fairly certain it was a beast of some kind" He can't help the smirk on his face when referencing his sister as a beast. He lifts his shirt up and reveals his back.

"Oh. My. God" Lydia can't help her mouth from slightly opening and her eyebrows from raising. She reaches out a finger to touch it. "Does it hurt?"

"Gaaagghhhhh!" Myrddin grunts out as he stops himself from jumping forward and ripping his shirt over his head. But he manages to just take a step forward but forgets to lower his shirt. "What in the hell do you think?! Of course it hurts!"

"Well it wasn't a wolf that did it" Lydia says a matter-of-factly.

Myrddin turns around with his shirt basically over his shoulders. "And how would you know that?"

Lydia smugly grins. "Because wolves haven't been near Beacon Hills in 60 years or so"

"Or so?" Myrddin asks as he puts his shirt down. "Meaning you don't know. So it could have been"

Lydia rolls her eyes. "Seeing your abdomen doesn't make us even. And it means that for at least 50 years there hasn't been a wolf in Beacon Hills"

"Fair point. But coyotes are still here, so… whatever. And I didn't lift my shirt to get even. It was just luck I got to see you topless. I'm also just a bit lucky my glasses were relatively clean clean last night" Myrddin picks his backpack up.

"Only topless?" Lydia says.

Myrddin tilts his head. "Only. What do you mean only topless?"

"Nothing" Lydia shrugs. "It's just you aren't as lucky as you think you are"

There are a few theories going through Myrddin's head. "I… think that's a common theme in my life"

Lydia begins walking back to her house. "Have fun walking to school" Her hips sway side to side as she waves over her shoulder mockingly. "Tom"

Myrddin sighs as he begins walking down the street. He takes his headphones and puts them on and begins his walk through the town. He still isn't sure what songs are playing but he does enjoy the beat. It's similar to the songs you would hear playing in the background of a club. Loud and strong beats that help him clear his head.

Nothing particularly happens on his way to the school. But he does see some yellow busses making their way through town.

He pauses while watching a bus half full of high schoolers drives past him. Some point and laugh. He isn't sure if it's because he's walking, or the way he looks. But it's definitely him, and it's nothing new. So he shrugs it off and continues on his way. Maybe it won't be that bad.

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"Why do I always have to jynx this kind of thing" Myrddin sighs to himself as he walks across the parking lot. Students park their cars and parents drop their kids off at the front entrance. The busses have a drop off on the side of the school. The place is still as big as it looked the previous day. But now he can actually enter it.

And just as he's about to make it into the building:

"Wait up Tom!" The voice of Lydia calls out.

Myrddin let's go of the door handle. And just as he is about to turn around he feels some thing press against his back. And a pain shoots through his body and his toes curl.

"G…" Myrddin can't even speak as he nearly falls down to the ground. But he manages to grab onto something and keep himself standing.

He looks up through his barely open eyes from wincing and sees that he's grabbing onto some surprisingly buff guys bicep standing next to Lydia.

"You better keep going down and let go of me before I send you down myself" The guy says threateningly.

"Thanks for the helping hand. I mean helping bicep" Myrddin thanks the guy as he gets his feet under himself. He doesn't wait for a response and turns around to open the door.

As soon as the door opens he isn't surprised when he finds himself crashing to the ground in the middle of the corridor. Luckily his glasses don't go flying. He somehow manages to avoid falling on other people. But what isn't so lucky is the fact that his full backpack falls with him and lands square on his back. And at this point, he kinda expected something like this.

Myrddin pushes himself up off the floor so that he's kneeling and dusts his shirt off. "Isn't this a little too cliché for the first day?"

"Are you sure this is the guy Lydia? He doesn't strike me as the guy that can even talk to girls" The stereotypical jock says to the red head.

Myddir stands up and has to look up a little bit to look the brown haired and blue eyed jock. "I talked and am talking to you though, aren't I?"

The people paying attention since his grand entrance into the school all go silent besides a few giggles and laughs.

The tough guy balls his fist and takes a step forward. He raises his right hand but then Lydia grabs it.

"Let's not push this further. You have to actually get through the first day to make it to tryouts Jackson" Lydia advises her boyfriend.

Myrddin shrugs and looks around. "How much further can you go? You've already pushed me in here? What's a few more inches? I'm sure Lydia here would love a little bit more from you. Maybe she might even feel-"

*Wham!* *Crack* *Slam!*

Lydia facepalms as Myrddin is sent stumbling backwards until he finally hits a locker with his left shoulder. His glasses already sent off somewhere else down the hall.

"I think you need to grow a few inches short stack!" Jackson tries to say threateningly.

"Sorry, I can't here you from way up there" Myrddin's vision is blurry. But now it's like seeing three blurry things instead of one. "You should jump down to your IQ, might be able to hear you better. Try not to die from the fa-"

*Wham!*

"Ghaaa-!" Myrddin gasps for air as he gets a fist to the stomach. He slides drops down to his knees and his forehead practically rests on the ground.

"Hah! Not so talkative are you now" Jackson proudly states.

Myrddin can't speak. But after a few seconds his voice can barely be heard. "Sorry. C-can't hear you still. Maybe th-e is-issue was the difference between… our IQs from the beginning. I don't speak ape gibberish"

"I'm gonna-" Jackson brings his foot back.

"Hey, hey, hey! What int the cyclone storm's anus is going on here!" A teacher steps in and pushes Jackson back and away from Myrddin. "What the hell Jackson?!"

The teacher grabs the kid by the back of his neck and brings him close. "School hasn't even fucking started yet, but here you are! Picking on a scrawny kid. The hell are you thinking son?!"

Jackson looks at his lacrosse coach then glares at Myrddin. "But coach! He started-"

"I don't care if he fucks your mother. I don't care if he fucks my mother, alright I do care a little. But that's not my point! My point is that you don't just go around punching other kids!" The teacher, apparently doubling as some coach, not so quietly shout-whispers at Jackson.

"Y-yeah. Nope. I'm fine. Can s-somebody… ge-get my glasses? I think… they're somewhere down that way" Myrddin rolls onto his side and points down the hall, further into the school.

The coach looks down at the punching bag. "Oh Jesus in a hand basket" He bends down and puts his hand on Myrddin's back as he looks at the kid.

"Arghhh!" Myrddin grunts out through his teeth.

The coach shakes his head but doesn't move his hand, he at least stops pressing his hand against Myrddin's back. He looks up at Jackson. "We're you trying to kill the kid? He's barely got anything on his bones, it's like he'd fall over if you breathed on him. The fuck you need to hit him for Jackson? Get to the office now"

"Wha-? Why? He- I just-" Jackson is baffled and tries to defend himself.

The coach cuts him off. "Get out of here before you do something else you'll regret. You might, might, I can't stress this enough, MIGHT still be able to make practice later today now get your knuckleheadass outta here"

Before Jackson can say or do anything else Lydia wraps her arms around Jackson's left arm and presses it against her chest. "Cmon. What did I tell you? Now let's leave already?"

Jackson sends on last glare at Myrddin before walking off down the hall. "What was I supposed to do Lydia? The little shit deserved it" He says as he walks down the hall, and Lyrdia does her best to placate him and keep him moving away from the scene.

"What are you all looking at?!" Coach shouts at everyone. "Go get to class or meet up with your cliques or whatever. Go, shop, skedaddle before I take all your phones as evidence of what happened here"

That last sentence got the crowd scattering.

Coach then turns back to the kid still on the ground who looks to be having trouble breathing. "Listen, hey. Can you hear me? Cough twice for yes"

*Cou-Chough* *Cough* *splat*

Myrddin coughs into the back of his hand and takes it away from his mouth and looks at it. "Isn't my blood… supposed to stay on the inside?"

"Oh sorry titty" The coach scans the kid over again. "Please tell me you had ketchup or l a thick cranberry sauce with your breakfast"

"Yes, it's ketchup" Myrddin sarcastically says.

"Cmon kid, this isn't a time to be funny" The coach runs his left hand through his hair.

"In my defense, I think I hit my funny-bone. But I think a few other bones got hit and that isn't very funny" Myrddin manages to get his breath back. "And it actually was ketchup"

The coach watches as this freshman pulls out a hidden ketchup packet from his right hand. He didn't even know the kid was hiding that. "So that's not blood?"

Myrddin struggles to sit up. "No blood. But I think my breakfast might be coming up soon" He leaves the ketchup packet on the floor where he found it. He figured that it should rest where he found it.

"On a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is your pain right now?" Coach asks.

Myrddin raises a brow. "If I don't move it might… lowball 5, highball 6"

The coach nods. "And if you move?"

"Uhm… which answer lets me go to the office to pickup my schedule?" Myrddin asks with no hope.

"Fuck it" The coach looks around and sees a pair of glasses down the hall get kicked. He looks around and sees a duo that were at the lacrosse tryouts. "Hey, Springles and Spock, get over here"

Two other freshmen look at eachother and point at the other.

"Yes you two! Get your asses over here now!" The coach shouts.

Both boys make their way through the people entering the school since they were just across the hall.

"Yes coach? What is it?" The taller one asks.

The shorter and goofier looking one looks at Myrddin. "Want us to grab a bodybag? I don't think-"

Coach cuts him off. "I don't care what you think Springles, go grab those glasses before they get stepped on"

The goofy guy gets nudged by Spock. "Told you you were Springles"

The goofy guy holds his hands together. "It's actually Stiles Stilinski, like the sheriff St-"

"I don't care who your daddy is, go get those damn glasses" Coach commands.

"Right. Yep. On it. Back in a second" Stiles says.

"Then move your damn feet Springles!" Coach shouts louder.

Myrddin winces. "Maybe we keep it down until my bells stop ringing"

"I think you might just need some new bells after that" Says the taller one.

"Thanks, Spock" Myrddin sarcastically says.

"Enough talk you two. You can talk plenty while Spock and Springles shows you to the office and then the nurses office. I've gotta go deal with Jackson" The coach stands up and grabs Spock's collar. "Make sure he doesn't wander off. If he actually dies… thatd be bad for everyone in this school"

"Yes coach, Scott McCall will keep him alive" Spock says before being released and Coach walks off.

Stiles comes running back with the glasses in his right hand above his head. "I got them!"

Myrddin waits a few seconds. But there isn't anything else happening. "Great, you gonna wear them for me too?"

"Er… no. Sorry, here" Stiles gives the glasses to the kid.

Myrddin barely is able to grab them and put them on. Unfortunately, they have a cracked left lens and the frame is a bit bent now too. He can see now though. "This will definitely help my situation"

Stiles and Scott look at each other and whisper.

"How are we gonna do this?" Stiles asks.

Scott looks at Myrddin. "You take a shoulder I'll take the left?"

"Well yeah, but I meant how? He's shorter than us. Are we going to hoist him up completely and evac him outta here?" Stiles sneakily responds.

"Well what do you say?" Scott asks.

Myrddin holds his hands out. "Can someone help me stand up already?"

Scott and Stiles look at each other in the eyes. "That's a good place to start"

Scott and Stiles give Myrddin a hand and help him to his feet.

Myrddin barely manages to stay on his feet. It's like his controls were inverted. It he manages to cope with it. Only very small movements.

"So… what's your name? Haven't seen you around here before" Stiles asks.

Myrddin points to his bag. "I can probably walk, but not while carrying that. Scott?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, let me grab- holy cow! What do you have in here? It's the first day dude!" Scot throws the bag over his shoulder.

Myrddin shurgs, but regrets it when his shoulder begins aching. "I'm in a few advanced classes. And my names Myrddin Wyllt"

Stiles slightly opens his mouth and raises his eyebrows. "M-mer MYeeerten Wyhaleyt?"

"Just call me Myr (m-yair). Spelled M, Y, R" Myrddin holds his stomach. "But you guys probably won't need to know it for long. So don't worry about it"

Scott looks at Myrddin worriedly. "Don't need to know you for long? Dude, it's only the first day. You can get through this! Or are your wounds that serious? Let's hurry and get you to the-"

Myrddin puts his left hand on Scott's shoulder. "Not what I meant. But thanks for worrying, usually that's just my mom. But I do think we should go…" He looks around at the people staring and still taking photos of him.