Neale woke up for school the next morning feeling a little tired. He returned from his old town quite late the day before so he was a little exhausted.
Neale got up from bed and had a bath before eating breakfast. After ensuring he wasn't forgetting anything he set off to school.
Neale soon reached school. When he did, he looked up at the school in front of him. The huge building that looked so inviting, it would undoubtedly become a prison for the next 2 months that he was present here. He just had that feeling deep down inside.
Neale sighed and walked into the school. Soon he was entering class. When he entered, the entire class grew a little quieter as all eyes turned towards him. At the other corner of the class sat Felix. Felix was smirking when he saw Neale enter. he seemed to be filled with confidence.
Neale ignored everyone including Felix and walked to his place before sitting down.
"Hey!" He heard someone whisper to him a few seconds later.
"What do you want?" Neale asked Fin without turning to face him.
"I think you're in big trouble with Felix!" Fin whispered somewhat frantically.
"In trouble... didn't I already go to the office yesterday?" Neale asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Not that. Apparently Felix's father is coming to the school to find trouble with you. At the very least you'll face heavy punishment if his father interferes." Fin whispered hurriedly, his words shooting out of his mouth as rapidly as a machine gun.
"What about in the worst case scenario?" Neale asked Fin.
"There's no telling, maybe you'll be expelled. You probably won't be accepted in many other schools." Fin said, his words slower this time, also a bit louder.
"Damnit." Was all Neale could helplessly mutter.
After Mr. Wayne had stood paying his fees the school probably knew he had no backing. They knew much about him so they probably knew that his poor mother was late and his father was never present in his life.
Felix probably also knew that Neale had no formidable backing. That was why he was confident his father could give Neale a lot of problems.
Just as Fin said, soon Mr. Jerome called Neale to the office. Felix sniggered at Neale from where he sat, as he watched Neale get up to leave. Neale never said too much and left the class, following the teacher.
In the office was the same man from the day before. Together with him was another man. This man had long silky hair which was slicked back. He had a goatee and everything about him exuded a sense of arrogance. He had a sharp look and when Neale entered he immediately shot Neale a dirty look.
"So, that rascal came. I demand he be dealt with immediately. I didn't know your school accepted delinquents? Did you see the bruise on my son's cheek? Something has to be done, Something has to be done!" The man immediately began rattling.
Neale presumed it was probably Felix's father, Wyatt Clint. He was a well known businessman in Eagle bay and he was known for having a nasty personality.
"Please calm down, Mr. Clint. We do not accept delinquents. We have already reprimanded Neale on this matter. Maybe if he could apologize, could you accept his apology." The principal spoke calmly, trying to see reason.
"Never! My son has been hurt and you expect me to let him go with an apology? How could I professor?" Mr. Clint said sharply, his voice raising an octave higher.
"It would hurt the schools reputation if we had to be forced to expel him. Maybe we can give him a few light punishments as a warning. Let's not make a mountain out of an anthill." The principal said.
"I'm afraid that might not be enough. I fear that the next time it'll be a much more severe injury." Mr. Clint said, slower this time ,but his face remained serious.
"We will inflict severe punishment the next time he does anything of that nature. Not just to your son but to anyone else ,so you can rest assured. But, if you can just accept an apology for now, it would make things much easier." The man explained.
"Fine, professor Gary. I'll let him go this time. So?" Mr. Clint turned to Neale at the last word.
He obviously wanted Neale to show a weakness. He wanted Neale to beg him, he wanted to at least make sure Neale was humiliated. Neale could see it in his eyes. This matter wouldn't be over with just an apology. It wasn't that easy.
Suddenly Neale felt something. He felt something in his chest. A burning hot flame. It was anger. Why? It was because even though Felix had insulted his mother, he was the one apologizing. Neale couldn't stand the injustice.
Neale opened his mouth to speak while never removing his gaze from Wyatt Clint's eyes," No."
"What?" Mr. Clint asked , surprised at the answer.
"I said no. I'm not apologizing. I was never wrong in the first place. You can expel me if you want. I'll never apologize." Neale spat, his words were like venom in the heart of Wyatt Clint. Wyatt Clint, a man of extreme pride, couldn't believe that some poor peasant boy just spoke back to him.
"W-what? You! How dare you!?" Mr. Clint shouted, mad rage filling his voice.
"Your son crossed a line he should never have crossed and if he does that again, I won't hesitate punching him a few extra times." Neale growled. He was overtook by anger, and he had very little rationality at that moment.
"Y-you. I'll get rid of you. Watch your mouth!" Mr. Clint nearly shouted.
"Who are you going to get rid of, Clint?" A voice suddenly asked. Everyone looked to the door to see a man entering, hands tucked into his pockets as he marched confidently.
Their jaws nearly fell off and their eyes popped out with shock. Every person in the room were more than shocked at his sudden appearance.
It was lucas blake