DeShaun Walker - Chocolate Cupcakes and Mythical Creatures

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S EE , this is how its done.

I walked into the restroom, stepping up to a urinal beside a guy with long black hair and a sexy face. I didnt even bother with the faade of having to pee, instead being my usual self (completely and totally creepy) and peering over to see what he was doing.

Oh my God, his

He looked up at me suddenly, frowning, his eyes black bottomless pits of darkness. Dude, are you looking at my dick?

I raised an eyebrow, much like my dad would do. Yeah, you got a problem with that? Now was decision timehed either call me a fag and storm out or just plain punch me in the face.

He shook his head as if he couldnt believe what Id just said. Dude, that is soa grin broke out on his face, a cute little twinkle in his eyehot.

Ha! See there, best friends for life.

Now thats how its done.

W ITHIN five minutes, I think I knew everything there was to know about my new bestie.

His name was Caleb Jacobs, he was sixteen, had lived here in England for almost his entire life (the lucky bastard; Id been shipped all the way here from Texas), his favorite colors were purple and black, and he was there to get smarts.

Dont we have assembly today? Caleb asked, grabbing my hand and tugging me out of the restroom into the corridor.

Hell if I know, I said, using my free hand to twirl that one stupid strand of curly hair that wouldnt straighten around my finger. Stupid hair. Just had to be defiant.

Lets go ask. Caleb tugged me down the hallway, and I obediently followed. Not like I had anything better to do. I think the main office is this way.

I completely ignored the distasteful looks I received from the guys we passed in the halls. You can tell Im gay at first glance; its not like I try to hide it. I wear rainbow something every day. You dont even want to know how much rainbow junk Ive got. Today just happens to be arm warmers. You know the ones that go over your hands like fingerless gloves but go all the way up your arms? Yep, those. Im proud of who I am. Why would I try to hide it?

I stood silent as Caleb talked to the (sexy) guy behind the desk. He looked kinda young, maybe in his twenties?

Hi, Im Vick. How can I help you guys? He smiled warmly at the pair of us, and it wasnt one of those manufactured plastic smiles either. It was genuine.

Hey, uh, do we have assembly today? Caleb asked, pressing the palm of his free hand flat onto the desk. The tips of his hair barely brushed his shoulders. Mine was a little bit longer than that, but a lot shorter when I just left it curly. (Which I never did, by the way.)

We sure do, Vick said cheerily. Oh wait! he said when Caleb turned to leave. Did you two just meet, or? he asked curiously.

Just met, I said when Caleb just stared at him blankly.

Oh, well, you guys seem really close. Ill pull some strings to see if I can get you guys to room together. Whatre your names? He pulled out a notepad and a pen, scribbling down our names as we said them. All righty then! Come back if you need anything. And I mean anything. He winked at us, and Caleb blushed bright red.

O-oh no were no

Dont worry. I grinned. I stocked up on that shiz before I came here.

Vick laughed, pressing a finger to his temple, then pointing it at me. Smart man. Go on. Assembly starts in a few minutes. Ill talk to you guys later.

I looked over Vicks face for a moment, pale-green eyes and short, slightly spiked hair. I briefly wondered what he was before Caleb forcibly tugged me out of the office and onward toward the auditorium.

Heh. He thought we were lovers. I snickered when Caleb blushed again. Hed already told me he was straight, but it was fun to make fun of him a little.

Vicari Private School of EnglandFor Boys.

They just had to tag that For Boys on the end. Couldnt have girls trying to squeeze their little asses in here. Nope. Sure couldnt.

What they forgot to add was that this school was very selective. Only picked the best. I guess this is a good time to mention that this school is for mythical creatures and such. If you didnt know the code word(s), you didnt get in. Hell, I myself didnt know it.

Anyway, since Ive yet to share, my name is Charlie Foster. Im sixteen years old, born the first of May, originally from Pearland (a used-to-be suburb on the outskirts of Houston), Texas. I like Goldfish (not Cheez-Its, cause theyre all salty and gross), my hair is a golden-platinum-type blond colorusually curly, but I straighten it every chance I getand my eyes are this really weird bluish-purple color. My pupils are all slantylike, most of the time anyway, if you discount when I get excited and they go all wide and round. On a scale of one to ten, I rate myself a seven (ten being the highest). Im not short, if you compare me to a tallishy person. Im more of a medium height. Oh, and yes, Im a shape-shifter.

Before you think it, no. I cant shift into anything I want at any given time. That, my friend, takes skill, and Im not in the mood. I can barely shift into a cat when I get ready. My dads a shape-shifter, and my moms all humany. So Im only half. My daddys a werewolfhalf, anywayand my Uncle Luke is his Mate. They all live back in Texas with the bright sun and sexily tanned guys, while Im here in England all on my lonesome.

Oh, Im sorry, did I confuse you? Well, heres a little backstory for those of you whore confused as fuck.

My dadMax. Hes my biological dad, but I didnt figure that out until I was almost four. He was always there, though, in his cat form, disguised as my daddys pet. Apparently, hed been my daddys pet long before he slept with my mom. HeMaxwas fourteen when he slept with Erin, my mom, and she had been twenty. He had lied to her and told her he was eighteen, and she didnt know about his shifty status until years after I was born. When shed figured out he was fourteen after shed told him she was prego, shed wanted nothing to do with him. Max was hurt; he was in love with her, so he stuck around anyway (not like hed had a choice, since he was my daddys pet) and watched over me that way.

Max still loves Erin now, but it isnt the same because shes married to suck-ass Trevor, and Max has traveled to the dark side where he likes to fuck boys instead of girls.

My daddyMac. Hes really my uncle, but when I was little, I called him Daddy for some reason, and it just kinda stuck. Uncle Luke is his Mate. (No, Mac and Luke arent related. I just call him that.) But hes Alpha of this packits supposed to be one of the most elite or whatever. The first on that list of packs being the one owned or supervised by Macs dad. His name is Killian or whatever. Hasnt aged a day since he hit twenty. The sexy mofo.

But anyway, that should clear up any confusion you may have had. If it didnt, sucks for you, cause thats all I know.

Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. Hey, Caleb, what are you again?

He glanced over at me where I was seated beside him. We were in the auditorium now, listening to all the teachers and staff (who all happened to be young-looking, hot, sexy men. I could get used to this but not this. Stupid stiffie.) carrying on about the school program.

Vampire, Caleb said, searching my face for a reaction.

Too bad for him, I was good at hiding emotions. I bit back the surprise, instead grinning widely.

Oh, cool. You wanna suck me?

Caleb blushed, and I cackled loudly. Everyone turned to look at us.

Heh. Stupid creatures and their superhearing.

II

I SN T this supposed to be a school for special people, mythical creatures and such? Yeah, then why do I have all these normal classes? I might as well be back at my old high school in the States!