Thomas nodded to Keleon, certain that this was the right way to his apartment. As he walked he remembered how he met Catherine, the day, what he was doing, what he was wearing, everything. Thomas couldn't keep his mind off of her, and he understood why. Catherine was everything to him, she had been from their first meeting...<br/><br/>A seventeen year old Thomas slammed a rather fat boy against a locker, putting the end of his muzzle inches from his face. "Do I look like a bitch to you, you little faggot?!" he shouted heatedly. Thomas gripped the boy's sweater vest by the shoulders' lifting and pinning him against the locker, showing he was more than strong enough to rip this guy a new one. Leif laughed out loud, saying casually, "He may have thought we were punks, but now I think he's gonna show us some respect." Leif, Antoine, and Ginge were at Thomas's back, making sure none of this guys friends tried anything on him. The boy grabbed the sleeves of Thomas's leather jacket, trying to get himself free. Thomas let go with his right hand, cocked it back, then slammed his fist into the boy's nose before grabbing hold of him again. Blood started trickling down the boy's face, eventually dripping onto Thomas's steel toed boots. Thomas looked down, then looked back up and began growling as he said, "Do I look like a fuckin' tissue to you?! Bleed on something else, ya needle dick loser!"<br/><br/>The boy let go of Thomas's sleeve and tried to punch him back. He landed a blow on the side of Thomas's head, but it didn't even phase him. Thomas smiled a sinister smile as he said gleefully, "Well, looky here boys, We got us a fighter! Tell me, Mr. Fighter, you think you're man enough to square off with the big bad wolf? Go on, say it again funny man, tell me what big eyes I have!"<br/><br/>"It was just a joke!" The boy squeaked, "I didn't mean nothin' by it!"<br/><br/>Thomas cocked his right hand back again and let another punch fly into the boy's left eye, the back of his head banging against the locker as he was hit. Thomas was about to hit him again when he felt something on his fist. He looked down at it and saw it was wet, not from blood though, from tears. "Are you crying?" Thomas asked in a puzzled tone, "Are you fucking crying?! Man the fuck up! It's fairies like you who take all the fun outta knocking people senseless!" Thomas wiped the back of his hand off on his jeans and let go of the boy. Once his hand was dry, he shoved the boy back into the locker before putting up his fists and saying, "Fight me like you got a pair, you butt fucking coward!"<br/><br/>The others laughed as they saw the boy put up his fists in an awkward position, but possibly one that meant he would fight him. Thomas chuckled and cocked his right hand back, but he didn't make contact. A girl, a wolf like him, had gotten between him and his victim. "Hey, move it bitch!" Leif shouted angrily, "This don't concern you!"<br/><br/>The girl looked at him with contempt. "You guys are such tools!" she retorted, "You pick on people weaker than you because you know you aren't worth a damn! Maybe you're so screwed up because your parents didn't love you, that might explain it!"<br/><br/>Thomas put his finger in her face as he said, "You better watch what you say! I ain't got a problem hittin' ugly little cunts like you!"<br/><br/>"Oh, I forgot, you're 'the big bad wolf'!" She said sarcastically, "Anyone who swears that much has to be tough, right? Talk like a sailor and you automatically fight as well as one!"<br/><br/>"Now you listen to me bitch-!" Thomas began, but was quickly interrupted by her as she said, "No, you listen to me bitch! My boyfriend is the captain of the football team, he's on good terms with the hockey team, and my friend is on a first name basis with half of the basketball team! I say one word and you and your little pals get to see how tough you are against real men, do you understand me?!" Thomas looked at her, unsure if she was making an empty threat or a promise. He got his finger out of her face, not wanting that kind of trouble looking for him. He pointed down the hall, saying in a rather annoyed tone, "Take the queer and get lost..."<br/><br/>The girl smiled at him as she put her arm around the boy, speaking to him in a polite and kind tone. "I'll take you to the nurse's office, she'll have you looking better in no time." The boy was crying still, and between gasps he muttered, "That guy's a monster..." The girl looked back at Thomas, their eyes meeting before she turned back to him and said, "No, he's just a mean little boy who was never and will never be loved by another living thing."<br/><br/>Thomas watched her leave as Leif, Antoine, and Ginge stood beside him. "Who was that chick?" Ginge asked, dumbfounded at how she put a scare into Thomas. "I dunno..." Thomas said, a roguish grin on his face, "But I like her."<br/><br/>Thomas snapped back to reality and realized he was at the next turn, looking to his left to see if his way was obstructed or not.