Thread: New Kid [Amigar & Fox Writer]

John would eventually stop responding to Nathan's nasty comments as the week went on, hoping that if he didn't respond he would give up being so mean. He also tried his best not to show any visual reaction to him saying nasty things about his mom, just hunching in on himself and continuing to ignore him. He'd be happy when the one girls that he helped actually started hanging around him, and actually being nice! He would start to cheer up as he had someone that would actually talk to him without the intention of making him miserable. He would ask her questions about the city and the other students, trying to make up for lost time so far to try and find a place he could fit in now that he was in a new town. John would frown a bit as the girl explained the changes that came over Nathan in more recent years. He couldn't imagine that nasty boy actually having been nice, though he wouldn't think that the girl really had a reason to lie about it. Sounds like his dad is a real piece of work. He shook his head with a sigh, at hearing that things might actually be a lot more complicated than he'd originally thought with his new life. On Friday, he would react as he normally did, when Nathan began picking on him. He'd hunch down on himself and go quiet whenever Nathan was around, simply doing his schoolwork when he had the opportunity. Though he would be surprised when Nathan started backing off, taking opportunities when Nathan wasn't looking to watch him, trying to figure out if this was just the lull before the storm truly hit, or what was Nathan's game. John would frown at Anna's suggestion at the reason Nathan was acting different, not really feeling that drugs were the likely reason. Instead he almost got a familiar feeling when he watched how Nathan was acting. He would be distracted from trying to figure out why he felt that way, however, when the other students started apologizing to him. He would start to smile more, smooth cheeks actually dimpling a little bit as his good cheer grew. He'd accept the apologies, while also suggesting that they didn't need to apologize. After dealing with Nathan's treatment so far, he could understand why noone would want to draw his attention to themselves. John would continue his day happily, though he would occasionally nervously observe Nathan, hoping things weren't about to take a nasty turn before the final bell, or immediately afterwards either. Though it would turn out to be a needless fear it seemed. As evening would approach, John would happily be relaxing in his back yard, laying down on the grass and watching clouds drift by. Since Nathan started calming down, he started to think he might not actually mind the new town his mom decided to move to, to get away from his jackass dad. John would blink as the yelling began, lifting his head to look in the direction of the source of the yelling, getting another flash of familiarity, though about more recent events rather than the past. Sounds a bit like Nathan... He would mutter to himself and shake his head, before slowly rising to his feet and heading inside, figuring between it getting too dark and the yelling, that staying outside would not be as enjoyable as it had been so far. He would pause on his way inside as he heard the sudden sound of violence actually being audible from such a distance. His gaze turned towards the other house again. John would turn to face the fence around the time that Nathan came diving over the fence and into the bushes, recognizing Nathan. John would pause, shifting from one foot to another as he glances from where Nathan hid, the other house, and his own back door, before he crouches down to hopefully not be seen over the fence. He would then head towards where he saw Nathan hide, pausing just outside the bushes themselves. John would whisper to try and keep Nathan's dad from catching them, making his voice softer and a bit more feminine sounding, Hey...c'mon! Get inside before he can find you, I don't think that would be the best hiding spot.. He nervously peers over the bush and through the gap in the fence before making his way to the back door to his place and opening it quietly before slipping inside, leaving it open in case Nathan actually follows him. The lights all off as his mom would still be at her second job, and he'd learned that she usually didn't get back until sometime after midnight, at least during week nights, and he hadn't bothered turning any lights on what with spending the afternoon and early evening outside. Once inside, he would go and collect the first aid kit and go back to the kitchen which was within sight of the back door was, hoping that Nathan would follow him inside. He would set the first aid kit down on the table and open it up, looking through it for cut and scratch medicine, and one of those cold packs you can crack a container inside of and shake up to make it cold. John would look towards Nathan, if he followed, frowning a little as he realizes what had seemed so familiar at school. Though he never had to deal with violence, he did have his share of abusive language due to his unique physiology, from his father. Which was part of the reason his mom divorced him, as well as a few other things she never told him about.