Kyle was his name. He was not in the group that trapped him in the bathroom, but he was just as obnoxious. In terms of strength, Kyle was somewhere in the middle. He was blond and green eyed. Kyle got into some scraps in school, but the strongest ones were never antagonized by him or his rivals. They knew who the true kings of the school were. Noah walked up to him and said "Were you apart of what happened yesterday? That shit was really bad." Kyle blinked in pure confusion. "What the hell happened yesterday!?" he demanded. Noah sighed and walked past him. He was not involved. Kyle was not keen on letting it go. He placed a hand on Noah's shoulder and said "Not so fast. Who the fuck do you think you are, asking me random shit and ignoring me?" His tone was malicious. Noah said "I don't have time for this. People were trying to piss me off yesterday. You weren't part of it so I don't have a problem with you." Kyle tried to punch him, but Noah teleported to his locker. Unfortunately for him, Kyle was still holding onto him and came along. Noah got punched upside the head.
Lockers were made of metal. His head hitting the locker stunned him and he went down. Kyle was started at the change of location. Then he got scared at the limp boy under him. "Shit! Nobody saw that!" he said before running down the hallway. It was about a minute before the fuzzy feeling left Noah and he could stand on his own. He clutched at his head and winced at the pain. There was already a lump forming. He got his stuff and started to walk to the nurse's office. She was just getting in to start a new day at school. He got an ice pack for his bump and got to stay in the office for half an hour. Class would be starting soon and Noah had to be in homeroom for roll call. It would look bad if he was deemed late. The nurse looked him over and said "That bump went down a bit. Keep a tight grip on that during your morning classes and bring the ice pack back at lunchtime." Noah nodded and left the office. On the way back to his locker, he ran into Brett. Another of the mid tier bullies. It was not Noah's day. Brett had ink black hair and light blue eyes. "Who knocked you out!?" he mocked.
It was not funny to Noah. "Kyle got a cheap shot in. Nothing much." he muttered. Brett tilted his head. "Kyle huh? Want me to get back at that asshole?" he offered. Noah just turned to him. Kyle, Brett and some of the others in the mid tier fought each other regularly for dominance and bragging right. "Sure. He ran off and left me on the cold ground." Noah said bitterly. Brett smirked as he approached him. "I am fine with kicking his ass, but it would be good if I got something for my efforts." he said as he groped Noah's ass. Noah almost gagged and slapped the offending hand away. "C'mon Lockerboy. You act like it doesn't benefit you too. You want to get too stronger, right?" he said as he massaged his wrist. Noah tilted his head. "What?" Noah asked. "You keep fucking. That Lock on your ass gets better, right? No one knows the color or anything, but it still will help you out either way." Brett cheekily explained. He even draped an arm over his shoulder. That was true. If a Key was around, he might want someone strong on his side. However, letting a bully touch him would be fucking gross.
Mentally, it felt like he was saying everything they said about him was true. It was as if he was letting them win because he was scared of some other bully. "You know, I heard that the top guys were going to come after you. You can fight, but you're going to need to be careful from here on out, Lockerboy. They have someone that's going to totally fuck you over. You might need some help." Brett whispered in his ear. Before Noah could reply, the bell rang. It was time for homeroom. Roll call would begin now. Brett sucked his teeth and was about to leave. Noah caught his arm. "Meet me at lunch." he said softly. Brett just smirked and went down the hall to his homeroom to get counted present. Noah grabbed his morning supplies from his locker and stuffed them in the bag. He then teleported to his classroom and went inside. He stepped in 2 students before his name was called. Noah sat down and was counted present for the day. The morning went well. His bag was weighed down with extra materials, but he could shoulder the extra weight. His training was not for nothing. Lunchtime came.
