When I put a word or sentence that is in English in Italics like this, then it is the French translation of what was said. Just so you know what is being said and can get on with your lives without feeling the need to look up what was just said.
Keep in mind that I get all my translations from Google Translate, so FORGIVE ME if I get something wrong.
**Beowulf**
The walk into school has my head spinning. I can only imagine the stares I get is because I, the great Beowulf Miller, missed three days of school. Everyone knows that I don't miss school, not even when I'm practically deathly sick. I can't miss school because that means that I can't go to training. If I can't go to training I miss a valuable workout. If I miss a valuable workout then I will be cranky as hell. And trust me, you don't want to see me cranky as hell.
I make my way to my locker and quickly spin the dial on my lock. I just need to get my books for French class, then I can escape to homeroom to be bombarded by Niles with questions, most likely on my absence in school. Niles has made it a habit of his since the second grade to bombard me with questions on anything and everything, so it's safe to say that today will not be any different.
I pull my French books out of my locker and slam the door shut afterwards. I catch a few girls looking at me, they don't even try to hide it, as I turn around and pass them. I make my way to the classroom and slump in my seat next to Niles. Niles glances at me before going back to his phone, most likely texting his newest quest on girls. I sigh loudly, maybe too loud, causing Niles to put his phone down on the desk in front of us.
"So, where has the mighty Beowulf been for the past three days? Were you off fighting a man eating monster, oh, or was it a dragon this time?" He teases me. That's what I get for being named after a hero in an Anglo-Saxon Epic.
"I was fighting a dragon this time," I play along.
"So that's why you weren't picking up you damn phone." He sighs loudly. "I tried texting and calling you all week and it kept going straight to voice mail."
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that, I misplaced my charger." I lie. In fact, my phone would be in my gym bag in the men's locker room at this very moment.
"Dude, if you would have picked up we could have attended a great party on Saturday." He whines.
I smile at him. "Niles, I'm sure you attended this great party without me anyway."
The bell rings so students start to file into the room, I ignore them all.
"So, point is, it would have been epic if you were there," Niles says.
"Niles, I honestly don't know why you think me being at some lame party is so great. I don't even drink with you." I point out.
"Someday, Wulf, someday I will get you drunk with me again, then the party will be extra great." He looks up as students pass us to sit in their seats.
"Yes, because getting so drunk that you throw up your insides and can't even remember who you are is a great way to spend your night." I groan.
"Is this seat taken?" The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as chills run down my spine. I know that voice. I would know that voice in the thickest of crowds.
Niles stares at the person standing next to me but I refuse to look at him. I already know who it is, so why bother looking?
"What are you doing here?" I ask as I trace a pencil scratch in the wood of the table I sit at with my finger.
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