School Boys

"Think fast, pretty boy!" a short, blue eyed anthro wolf mix laughed as he threw a pillow at his friend in the bed beside his.

"Hale!" the border collie objected as the pillow plopped him right in the face.

Thier roomates laughed from around the room. 

"Get him, Hale!" the oldest, a wolf mix named Nathan, cheered while he was slipping into his uniform sweater. 

Hale jumped onto the border collie, laughing while tried to pin the older boy on the bed. "What are you gonna do now, Zach?"

"Fight back, Zach!" The smallest boy piped, throwing his fists into the air. 

"Yeah!" A scruffy haired, blue eyed anthro wolf, named Princey, encouraged. "Juhi's right! Get him Zach!"

Zach and Hale tussled around, trying their best not to fall off the small bed. Zach growled and tumbled around, grabbing Hale off his back and shoving him off. 

"Don't let him get you down, Hale!" The last boy, Destin, laughed as he tucked in his shirt.

Hale squeaked as Zach pinned the wolf mix to the bed, sitting on top of him. The boys laughed while Hale wiggled around under Zach who then leaned over him, pinning the younger boy's arms to the bed. 

Hale growled in annoyance, glaring up at Zach who hovered above him. "I should totally spit on you."

"It would just come back down on your face," Zach countered. "You're just made cause I beat you, shorty."

"I'm not that short!" Hale practically shouted. 

Then there was a knock on the door and one of their teacher's stepped in. He cleared his throat and all of the teenage boys looked over at him. 

"Zachary Gode in this room?" He asked.

"That's me, Mr.Charles," Zach called from where he was and the teacher gave him an odd look when he saw the border collie on top of Hale. "Uh.." Zach quickly got off of his friend, getting to his feet and straightening his uniform. "We were..uhm..wrestling.."

"You should be getting ready for class, not rough housing," the old Labrador mix criticized. He held out his hand, a folded peice of paper between his fingers. "This is for you, Mr.Gode. You've had a minor schedule change, as per requested by your parents."

The teen made his way over to the teacher and took the paper, opening it up to read just a simple room number.

The bell tolled above their heads and the boys quickly acrambled to neaten up thier uniforms and grab their backpacks. Zach scooped up his bag and swung it over his shoulder.

"Hey Zach!" Hale called, hurrying after the boy that was eager to get  this new class. 

Zach glanced back at Hale, looking down at the wolf mix as the boy moved to his side. "Yeah?"

"Round two later?" He offered, smiling. "This time I'll beat you good."

"Sure," Zach said, smiling.

"Have fun in your special class," Hale told him, moving down the hall towards his class. "I've got security protocols. Hopefully your class is more fun than mine."

Zach laughed. "Probably not," he commented, watching his friend disappear into the class room.

Zach continue down the long hallways, searching for the classroom he'd been instructed to go to. He followed along the numbered rooms, one after another. He had never been this far down the dark and now deserted hallways. 

"Im going to be late," He grumbled to himself finally finding the room at the very back of the school, practically entirely separated from any other room. He walked in confidently.

"You're late," Came a man's voice. 

Zach took a moment to examine the room. The lights were dim, there were no windows and the entire room was empty except for a desk that sat in the center. On one side sat the man Zach assumed was his teacher. The man was some sort of Aussie mix and had large floppy ears and bright eyes. 

"This room is really distant from the others," Zach replied, closing the door. "The walls are really thick too."

"It's so that no one will hear you scream." The man said bluntly. "Put down your bag. Come sit across from me."

Zach did as he was told, setting his bag down by the door and moving over to the chair that sat across from the man. He settled into the sit, folding his hands gently in his lap. "I'm your only student?"

"This is a personal class." He told Zach.

"I guess you expect me to be scared," Zach said evenly.

"With your training, I should hope not," the man crossed his arms. "I spoked to your father this morning."

"I'm sure that was an enlightening conversation," Zach replied. "What's your name?" 

"Ivan."

"What am I here for?"

"A lesson on keeping information."

"I've had that one. Dad's speciality."

"It's time for a review," Ivan said. "I'm going to do everything in my power to make you talk. You have to keep the information away from me."

"What information?"

"Your name," Ivan said with a shrug. "Simple as that."

Zach stared at him for a moment. "When do we start?"

"Right now," Ivan rose to his feet. "What's your name?"

Zach stared at him. "Bite me."

"How dare you talk to me that way." Ivan growled, leaning down on the table, glaring at the boy in front of him. "Tell me your name. Or I will get physical."

Zach shrugged lightly. "I haven't had a work out yet today, so physical is fine with me."

Suddenly, the larger, more skilled man was swiping Zach up to his feet, dragging the boy by the front of his uniform sweater. "Are you stupid, boy?"

"It's been suggested," Zach sneered. 

"I'm going to beat you to a pulp," Ivan threatened. "Unless you tell me your name."

"Vincent Van Gogh," Zach grinned and then Ivan threw him to the floor. 

"Lie!" Ivan snarled. "Tell me your name!"

Zach picked himself up off the floor. "Don't like Vincent Van Gogh? Fine. The name's Picasso."

Ivan took a swing at the boy, hitting Zach in his stomach. Zach gasped, the air being knocked out of him as he stumbled back. 

"You should really make this easy on yourself," Ivan insisted but Zach wasn't giving in and so Ivan hit him across the face. Zach yelp and fell back. "You're stubborn, ignorant, and you shouldn't even be allowed to attend this school! TELL me your NAME!"

"Marcus. David. Andrew. Monroe," Zach began listing. "Call me whatever you want. I have many names."

Zach looked up at Ivan, just in time for the man to kick him in the side. Zach tumbled to the ground. The interrogation wore on for some time, but not once did Zach give up the information that the older man wanted. 

"Give me your name!" Ivan yelled as Zach started to pick himself up from the floor.

"No."

"Give me your name or so help me I will make you pay!"

"I'm not scared of you."

Ivan glared at Zach for some time and then grinned. "If you won't tell me. Then I will make your life a hell on earth. I will torture you. I will beat you until you can't move." Zach didn't seem phased, he didn't respond at all. And so Ivan desided to take it a step further. "I know how to get to you. I will get your friend-" Zach's ears perked up slightly. "I will find them and I will kill them. Destin..Princey..Nathan..Juhi...and Hale. All of them."

"Zachary."

Ivan paused. "Excuse me?"

"Zachary Michelle Gode. I am 16 years old. My father's name is Lucas Gode, my mother is Vanessa Gode. I live at 1347 Roley St, Blissfield Michigan. I will give you anything you want." Zach glared up at the man. "But you leave them alone."

Ivan sighed and walked back to his desk, straightening his outfit as he sat back in his chair. "You gave in." he stated, disappointed.

"You threatened my friends." Zach growled, pulling him self to his feet. "You said you were going to come after me-"

"I said I was going to get the information out of you, in any way."

Zach folded back his ears, glaring at the man. The bell rang above them, marking the end of first class. Ivan glanced over at the boy. 

"Go on. I beleive you have...what is it? Languages and culture? You don't want to be late."

Zach moved over to the door, grabbing his bag and slipping it onto his shoulders slowly. He didn't even bother to fix his ruffled shirt collar or tuck in his shirt tail. He just scuffled out the door and moved off to his next, hoping there wasn't going to be anything physical, considering his body was already sore and achy.

"Class, gentlemen,  everything always comes back to class. You can pull off any cover, any alias, if you just have a little bit of class. And at one time or another, you will have to dance, boys." The teacher stood in front of her class, examining each of the boys that sat staring at her. "We have one missing it seems?"

And in that momnet, Zach bumbled in, his head low, his ears back. 

"Oh, Mr.Gode," the anthro collie crossed her arms, glaring at the boy that looked like an absolute mess. "Don't you dare walk into my class looking like you just finished with a bar brawl!"

"My apologizes, Ms.Monica," Zach said quickly, fixing his collar and tucking in his shirt. 

"Hurry and return to your seat," Ms.Monica said with a huff, ignoring the fact that Zach had a fresh black eye.  

After he made sure he looked presentable, Zach moved to his seat, a desk right beside Hale. Hale was looking at him with wide eyes.

"Zach-"

"Mr.Whitmore!" the teacher exclaimed. "Silence!"

Hale grumbled and slouched back in his seat. 

"As I was saying, boys." the woman continued. "You will, at one point in your life, find yourself in a perdiciment where you will have to dance. And to dance, you have to know how." She took out a box and started to move to the front line of desks. "Unfortunately, we are a school of all males. Which means, some of you, will have to dance the lady's part."

There was a loud chorus of groans and protests.

"Oh, stop complaining," she said, waving her hand as if to wave away her students protests. "I'll be handing out red bowties to the boys that will be taking the lady's roll."

"So, should we put it on our neck or should we put it in our hair?" Hale asked with a smirk, earning a quiet ripple of laughter from the other students.

"For that remark, Mr.Whitmore," Ms.Monica handed him a bowtie. "You'll be our first lovely lady of the morning."

Hale took the bowtie and started to put it on. "I wish I would have known. I would have worn my heels today." Another group of laughter came from the boys.

"You're lucky I like you, Mr.Whitmore," the teacher rolled her eyes, continuing to hand out bowties. "Once you get your bowtie, choose a partner, and then we'll need the desks moved out of the way."

"Come on, pretty boy," Hale nudged Zach as he started to get up. "This lovely lady has decided you're her partner."

"Yay," Zach said sarcastically as he got up out of his seat.

The boys worked together to move the desk back against the wall, leaving plenty of room for them to move around. The boys got together with their partners and soon, Ms.Monica started the music and told them to begin. 

"You're supposed to be leading," Hale told Zach who rolled his eyes and tugged Hale a little closer. "Unf. Watch it."

"Gonna throw your heels at me?" Zach taunted and Hale just sort of grinned.

"So what's with the black eye?"

Zach shrugged lightly as he and Hale moved around under their teacher's orders. "My first class got a little rough."

"You seemed to have had a lot of fun."

Zach huffed. "Oh yeah, me and Ivan got along really well."

"Ivan?"

"That's what he told me his name was."

"I didn't think we had a teacher named Ivan."

"Maybe's he's new." Zach suggested. 

"Mr.Gode, Mr.Whitmore!" Ms.Monica called. "Very good boys! I'm impressed!"

Hale grinned and looked up at Zach. "The family has sophisticated parties all the time."

"I took a class or two." Zach admitted.

"What class do you have next?" 

Zach paused for a moment to think and then groaned. "Modern Hand-to-Hand combat."

"Ouch." Hale winced slightly. "Don't you guys-"

"Get personal training from the teacher?" Zach nodded. "Yeah. And he doesn't like to go easy on us. And he really hates me."

"I'll have Juhi snag some ice for you later," Hale said with a grin. "Since we know you're going to be pretty bruised after that class. You always seem to get bruised up."

"A lot of these teachers go hard on me."

"They probably don't like your cocky atttitude."

"I don't have an attitude."

"You do when they beat you." Hale laughed. "When someone starts to show you up you get this cocky rebellious attitude." Zach huffed in response and Hale grinned. "You know it's kinda cute actually."

"Just shut up," Zach grumbled as Ms.Monic instructed the class on various types of dances for the next hour and a half. 

"Hold still!" Hale snapped.

"Sorry! It hurts," Zach grumbled, sitting on his bed with Hale sitting next to him, trying to pluck small shards of glass out of the border collie's arm.

"That's what you get for breaking a window with your arm!" Hale shot back, pulling out the sharp shards and setting them in the trashcan that Juhi had moved beside the bed. Zach yelped at one point and the boys shushed him quickly.

"Do you want one of the teachers to hear you?" Princey hushed as he moved to the door of their room, shutting it quietly. 

"How did you do that anyway?" Juhi asked, carrying over a first aid kit once Hale finished getting all the glass out of Zach's arm. 

"I got in a fight with the twins-"

"Landon and Lark?"

"Yeah, that's them," Zach groaned. "And I sort of kinda fell back into a window. They ran off but.." he shrugged.

"You were left to deal with the window," Hale huffed. "You sure there weren't any security cameras?"

"Positive." Zach bobbed his head. 

"Good." Hale took the kit from Juhi and opened it up. 

"Where'd you get that?" Zach tilted his head as Hale started to pull out bandages.

"I lifted it from the nurses-"

"You stole it from the nurses office?!"

"Lifted." Hale corrected. "Not stole. Besides, they've got plenty of stuff in there. And with the rate you hurt yourself, we'll need it."

"What do you mean?"

"I feel like this is going to become a usual thing." Hale said lightly. 

"What is?" Zach looked down at his friend.

"This." Hale motioned to Zach's arm. "You getting hurt and me bandaging you up."

"Oh."

"I don't much mind though," Hale was sure to say. "So remember that. When you get hurt, just come to me and I'll fix you up. Promise me that?"

Zach waited a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Promise."

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WELL THAT GOT LONG SORRY
i just wanted to do the first part but then i kept writing

and i love writing their school days i just ljhgf

in this Zach is 16 and Hale is around 14. Nathan is probably..eh..give or take 18. And then Juhi is right up with Zach, Destin's close to Nathan, and Princey is right under Hale.
_{I think}

And i mentioned Hale is short

When they're in school, Hale is short compared to Zach ( in height reeference it goes Nathan, Zach, Destin, Hale, Princey, Juhi)

but once they get older Hale gets to be like riiiight under Zach

soya 

but yeah did the pic and just started writing

seriously 

i have not written more stories about a character then i have Zach (and Hale but yaknow i use Zach more)

i know it may not seem like a lot but I don't post a lot of them (cause i write differently when im writing just to amuse myself. when i know im going to post something i do things a little different)

yeah Zach actually sat on top of Hale in the story but that looked awkward sketching it out so i just drew it a little different. 
Wife was lovely and linked me to this ref pic fnsl.tripod.com/guys_wrestling…

so ya

I also cannot seem to differentiate between ages

like

they're supposed to be younger here but they look the same as usual lkjhgds

art/chars (c) me