Vincent was going through his usual train of thought as he made his way into the halls of he school. His sister dropped him off early as usual for a monday but he couldn't help to have a mildly distracted mind. He had after all made a new friend over the weekend and in all honesty he still couldn't believe he had pulled such an event off. He rolled his way past the countless lockers in the hall before stopping at his own. He was thankful it was low enough for him to reach everything without strain but at the same time wish he didn't even need the thing. Carefully he twisted the lock and let the door swing open calmly. One could see that the inside of the door was covered in countless sketches and letters that the witch had crafted this school year, as if to make it a bit more comforting.
He couldn't help to start digging through his bag so as to add a new drawing to the countless others when he could hear the faint snickering of students. The illusionist was confused at first but it didn't last long. He looked over his shoulder to see it was the boys from the park, well at least two of them. He had a feeling the one that his new found friend had knocked out would not be showing his face for a while. He did his best to distract himself with pinning up his sketch of Hunter when he Wheelchair was violently grabbed. He was nearly knocked out of his chair as he gave a strange growl in his shock before he was face to face with his bullies. He did not need this right now but he wasn't exactly in a state to get away at the moment.

Outfit

Having a new friend made Hunter gleam, he was much more....bubbly guess he could say. Even his foster parents noticed that he seem alittle bit more happily and even his dad asked if he was one drugs or something.

Hunter walked from his home to the school, he had a car but he had it taken away from him because his dad thought that he needed to be punished for coming home late last night. He sigh softly, pulling a hoodie over his dark hair and put in some ear buds and cranked up his Ipod.

As he walked, he couldn't help but to think about Vincent alittle more. He really liked the illusionist, but he had to be very careful about how those feelings could get. He had just met Vincent and he didn't want to scare the much more fragile teen. School was about to begin as he walked through the front door, walking down the hallway with his music still blasting.

All you could hear was heavy metal and someone screaming through his hoodie, but as of right now the only thing he could focus on was the scene that was playing out in front of him. He watched for a moment, but once Vincent was almost knocked out of his chair, he was behind the bullies in a second.

Hunter merely knocked one of them to the ground and the other didn't have a chance to think before he was slammed against the lockers. Why don't you pick on someone on your own size. He whispered into the bullies ear, stepping back and pushing the bully away.

The two assholes quickly got up and ran off, almost knocking into a few people along the way. He walked over to Vincent now and gave the other a warm smile, helping him more into his chair and gently brushed a piece of hair behind his ear, his fingertips rubbed against Vincent's soft cheek and he lowered his hand.

Are you okay? He asked.

Vincent was on the edge of crying as his stress level was starting to go too high. He hated the helpless feeling he had before one of them was thrown to the side while the other was pinned to the lockers. The illusionist stared wide-eyed as he took a moment to realize it was Hunter to the rescue. His heartrate took a moment to calm down as he was helped back to sit properly in his chair. He was alittle confused that his hair was moved from his face but at the same time couldn't help to smile back.
"I'm okay now. I think that's the first time someone has actually tried to grab my chair though...But thank you for getting rid of them. Again."
He couldn't help to grin before taking a moment to move back to his locker. He adjusted a few of the magnets that he used to hold his doodles and notes up before taking the books he would need for his first two classes from the depths of the locker.
"I honestly can't remember if we have classes together at all but wanna help me to my first period?"

Other students looked at the pair, not even understanding what had happened and half of them expected a fight in start. Hunter didn't understand why humans found fighting to be such a exiting sport...he hated fighting.

He smiled at Vincent. Your welcomed. He sent back and picked up his book bag again before turning the music off and wrapped the cord to his ear buds around the Ipod.

I think we have first period together... He admitted with a smile and walked along beside of Vincent.

As they walked, people immediately got out of their way and stared at the pair as if they were the oddest thing that they had ever seen. Hunter hadn't being stared at like that and once he gave everyone the evil eye, they went about their business.

He opened the door for Vincent, letting him in first and sat down at any desk that was beside of the witch and unzipped his book bag to take out the text book for the class. You want to have lunch together? He asked.

Vincent was used to staring yes, but not by what felt like the entire school. He couldn't remember having so many eyes on him before and it became mildly unnerving. He was drawn away from the stares at hearing they had first period together. His smile came back to his face as he nodded, moving his way down the hall and to their first class. He had never had people actually try and move out of his way before and found it a bit strange at first. He still didn't like all the stares but it seemed Hunter put an end to them with a sharp glare.

They made it smoothly to class, Vincent placing his books on his desk. It was slightly different than most as it was just a small table, making it easy for him to access with his chair. He dug through his pockets for one of his pens when hunter asked about lunch. The illusionist looked up, his expression slightly stunned at the question.
"Sure! I mean, I'm usually at lunch by myself but yeah, I'd like that."

He just smiled back and then the teacher came walking in, ordering everyone to shut up and take out their notebooks. Hunter just rolled his eyes, making faces at the teacher before opening his text book to where they left off last and looked back over to Vincent with a smile before starting to write down on a blank sheet of paper.

He handed the note to Vincent, basically all that was on it was him making fun of the teacher but in a funny way not a total mean way.

Vincent had already had his textbook and notebook open and ready for class before the teacher walked in. One could say that the witch was a bit of an over achiever but it was only due to his lack of social life. The lack of friends meant he had to absorb himself in something, so art and studying is what he did to past time. Unfortunately he now had a distraction that was in the form of Hunter, the start of said distractions being in the form of the other passing him a note.

At first Vincent wanted to ignore it, but couldn't resist after having written down a few notes in his overly detailed handwriting. One could see he was muffling a laugh from his expression, but no sound came from him thankfully as he did so. The teacher had been absorbed in writing notes and key points as the witch read. He was going to write back but realized he was missing notes and almost looked to rush to get back into the pace of writing things down.
"I'm starting to think you're going to be a bad influence on me with this whole distraction thing."
His thoughts had a laughing tone to them thankfully so there was no sign of Vincent being upset about the note or that it nearly made him miss something.

He couldn't help but to smile and had to contain a chuckle at what Vincent said in a playful tone. Least you'll never be bored with me. He said and stuck out his tongue at Vincent before looking back up front to see the teacher had caught onto to the two and just cleared his voice, going back to what he was talking about.

Hunter decided to let Vincent take notes, not wanting the other grades to start falling because of him. Once class was over, he had to head onto gym now. You don't have gym next do you? He asked.

Vincent couldn't help to feel embarrassed after having another silent laugh. He saw that he was caught by the teacher, making him sink into his seat and start taking notes again. The class seemed to fly by after the little event, leaving just barely enough time for the witch to pick his books up and start to go to the door. He picked his head up at being asked about gym when he seemed to go shy about it.
"I guess you could call it gym. I have more of a physical therapy thing to go to in the gym. Not that many know about it really..."

He held the door open for Vincent, hearing the other telling him that his gym was more like physical therapy. He had never seen Vincent out in the gym, so he wasn't sure where exactly he did his therapy. Usually Hunter was playing basketball with a group of boys, or he was simply running laps around the gym. He liked to keep himself active and in shape, so he was never just sitting down and listening to music like most of the students in gym do.

Okay well I can walk you down there if you want. He said, walking Vincent to the gym.

Once Vincent got settled in, he headed to the locker room to get changed into black basket ball shorts and a white wife beater. He jogged out of the locker room and picked up a basket ball, joining the other guys who were waiting for him. He did keep his eye on Vincent though, but he dashed across the court, leaping over his opponent and scored with a slam dunk.

Vincent only nodded at Hunter being so willing to take him to his next class. It was one of his least favorite classes he had to have. It's not like he didn't enjoy being active himself but due to the fact that he could feel his legs and had only lost the ability to move them just made the sessions uncomfortable. When they reached the gym he waved Hunter off before his physical therapist took him to one of the few private activity rooms the gym building held. He couldn't stand to have hands on him at first but adjusted like usual, trying to move his legs but always with no results.

He was lucky on the fact that they got out much sooner than most classes, giving the witch time to watch Hunter play basketball. He was clearly entertained by the game, at one point getting his sketch book out and using this as practice with motion related poses. He did stop and just stare at the wolf at one point, seeming to be mesmerized before shaking his fluffy hair out and getting back to his drawings. What on earth was he just doing staring at his friend like that? The witch was confused but went on with drawing Hunter in to his sketch book.

Hunter smiled at Vincent, his attention though being quickly torn away for a moment once a team mate passed the ball to him. He ran down the half court, dodging the opponents with ease and shot a two pointer with ease. The other team looked stunned at how good Hunter could play and after a few more games, they decided to just let Hunters team win by default.

One of Hunters team mates though noticed at how Vincent had stared at him almost mesmerized before quickly looking away. He made a mean joke and that didn't end to well. Soon they were both in each others face until Hunter pushed the guy and another pushed was given by the now pissed off human. Course other students took noticed and were whispering to one another about who would win or not.

Vincent was putting in stronger and sharper lines before he had heard a joke of sorts pointed at him by one of the human students. He picked his head up to see that Hunter and the human boy looked ready to get into a fight. A mild panic started to rise in him at seeing them shove at each other for a moment, making him focus with trying to have Hunter hear his thoughts.
"Please don't get into a fight! The guy's just being a douche so don't waste energy on him! Just calm down please..."
He had rolled a little ways up the court, about ready to just go up to the wolf and tug on his shirt to get his attention and stop him. The crowd that had formed a little stopped him from going through with this plan as he could feel his stress level spike some.

He heard Vincents voice, it sounded very panicky and he calmed down. He could also sense Vincents stress level rise and he didn't want to put that on the other. He just glared at the guy for a moment before walking away and pushed through the crowd who just moaned and sigh in disappointment. He smiled once he reached Vincent.

Sorry about that......I just hate it when someone says something mean about you. He said.

He knelt down some so he was at eye level and just gave Vincent a warm smile. Are you okay? He asked.

Vincent was taking a few calming breaths as his stress started to weaken again. He was glad he had been heard by Hunter and that the wolf had chosen to withdraw from a fight. He heard the crowd seem unhappy with everything now but they started to part. Vincent gave a smile when Hunter reached him, glad things turned out okay. He gave a light hearted chuckle about it though his eyes looked sad.
"You shouldn't let it bother you, it happens sometimes, it's no reason to get mad."
Vincent was well adjusted to verbal bully situations like this, but he wasn't used to someone actually moving so that they were eye level with him and asking if he were okay. His smile seemed to brighten up at hearing such be asked of him.
"I'm okay now. My stress spiked a little but it's all okay now."