Titanification 5

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After Mr. Petersen introduced Matt to the class, he told him to find a seat. How the hell was he going to do that? No puny desk in that room could contain him! But, as if it had been the most natural suggestion in the world, Matt started making his way down the aisle right toward me. Even the aisles were too small for him. He had to walk sideways to get down one and even then it was a squeeze. I looked around. Even if he could fit into a desk, there weren’t any empty ones near me. What was he thinking?

When Matt reached me, he looked down and said, “Hey.”

“Hey Matt,” I said, trying to appear as calm and cool as I could even though inside I was FREAKING!

Mat looked over at Charlie Pitka, who sat next to me and said, “Would you mind moving over a row. I’d like to sit next to my friend, here.”

Charlie’s eye bugged so wide I thought they might pop out of their sockets. “N-n-n-no problem,” he stuttered and practically knocked the desk over trying to get to the next row. Matt picked up Charile’s empty desk with one giant hand and set it in the back of the room. Then he opened his huge back pack and removed a cushion which he placed on the floor where Charlie’s desk used to be and sat on it. Then he pulled out a board and placed it across his lap so he’d have something to write on.

“Matt,” I said, unable to hold it in anymore, “what are you doing here?”

“You told me I should get out, start fresh.”

“Yes, but what are you doing here?”

“You wouldn’t want me to go someplace where I didn’t know anyone?”

“Ah… I guess not.” But why did he have to come here? I mean I liked Matt and all, but it’s one thing to go see a lion in Africa. It’s another thing to come home and find one in your living room.

Let’s face it; Matt was dangerous. What if he got mad at someone? He could tear down the school with his bare hands. Not that I had any great love for the school, but I was kind of used to it. And I didn’t want to see anyone get hurt.

I wanted to ask him a couple more questions but we really couldn’t talk more because Mr. Petersen started the class.

By the time the class was over I had calmed down a little and as Matt was packing away his cushion I said, “I’m sorry about the way I acted before class. It’s just that you caught me by surprise. Welcome to Milton Gower High school.”

“Thanks,” he grinned. “I guess I probably should have called you this morning and warned you, but I like surprising people.”

“I hope you don’t have too many more surprises for me. I don’t think I could take it.”

“Sorry,” grinned Matt, “no guarantees.”

What did that mean? “So what class do you have next?” I asked.

“Chemistry with Mr. Brolin,” he said.

“Yeah?” I said, “me too.”

“I know,” said Matt. “I’m in all your classes.”

“What?” I said. Suddenly that stalked feeling I’d had when he first sent the limo for me was back. “Why did you do that?”

“I checked your schedule. I needed the same classes and your schedule looked like a good one. Any way, I was hoping you could show me around the school; maybe introduce me to some of your friends. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. I was definitely a little wierded out.

And as we walked down the corridor toward the chemistry lab, people practically leapt out of our way. I mean they parted in front of us like the Red freaking Sea. I guess I couldn’t blame them. Jeeze, just one of his legs was bigger than the largest guy we passed. And you could see all that muscle bulging and shifting around in his pants as he walked. His massive shoulders were so wide, that with me walking next to him, we practically took up the whole hall. Kids almost had to flatten themselves against the wall just to get past us. And me, I was conscious of every swing of those tree-trunk arms, those arms with bulging, veiny biceps that were heavier than my entire body. If one of them should accidentally brush me, I’d be smashed to a pulp. I’d be the 64th kid he sent to the hospital.

But Matt seemed to be aware of all this. He was being very careful not to accidentally brush up against or crush anyone. Of course he was showing off, too. If a kid stared at him too long he responded by either bouncing his pecs or by clenching his fists and making his arms bulge. Either way it usually sent the kid scampering away.

As we walked I pointed out the nearest restrooms, any classrooms he needed to know about, the hall that led down to the gym, and last but not least the cafeteria…

Oh my god, the cafeteria. Kids got bullied in there all the time. What if he saw one and lost it? What if he pulled down our cafeteria just like he pulled down his own? I know he didn’t have any personal vendettas against any of our bullies, but what if he just hated bullies altogether?

Finally we got to chemistry class. I’d never imagine walking to chemistry could take so long. Inwardly, I was glad I already had a lab partner. I mean I liked Matt and all—just walking next to him was an awe inspiring experience—but I still had that weird creepy stalked feeling.

It turned out, however that my relief was premature. Our class already had an even number of students so they had to stick Matt with an existing team, and you’ll never guess whose team he requested.

I guess I couldn’t blame him. I was probably his only friend in the world. I knew exactly who he was and what he’d done and I accepted him anyway. I guess it was only natural that he’d want to be around me as much as possible. I reasoned the only way out of this was to help him make more friends. And when lunch time rolled around, that’s exactly what I set out to do.

I introduced him to Scott and Lucy. Lucy seemed to take him in stride where as Scott stared at him open mouthed.

“Can I feel your…” started Scott.

“Feel my what?” asked Matt.

“I don’t know,” said Scott. “I’m trying to decide.”

“Ok, Scott,” I said, “down boy. It’s only his first day. Let him at least get to the end of his first week before you start groping him.”

Matt laughed. “That’s ok. I don’t mind.”

“Then can I--?” shot out Scott.

“Scott,” I said, severely.

“He said he didn’t mind,” protested Scott, but one look from me and he withdrew his request.

Matt didn’t eat the cafeteria food. He had convinced the school that he needed a special gourmet catering truck brought in for his special dietary needs—in other words, fucking huge amounts of food. They just started bringing it in, tray after tray after tray of it. And he would eat it as fast as they could bring it.

He offered to let us eat off his truck and we gratefully accepted. The food was fantastic way better than anything the school cafeteria ever even thought of producing.

And Matt did attract a lot of stares as he was wolfing it down. Some people were trying to be subtle but most just out and out pointed and gawked.

We had just about finished lunch when I heard, “Well, well, what have we got here?” Oh my God, it was Jack.

“What do you want, Jack,” I said.

“You’re a self-centered little fuck, aren’t you?” said Jack. “Who said I wanted to talk to you? I’m here to say hello to Matt.”

“Hello, Jack,” said Matt, not looking at all pleased.

“Wait a minute,” I said to Matt, “you know Jack? How do you know Jack?”

“How do you think he knows me?” said Jack. “I got sent to juvie for putting one kid in the hospital. What was it for you, buddy, 100?”

“63,” said Matt, “and in a minute I’m going to make it 64.” And then he stood up… and up… and up. I heard chairs scraping across the floor. All across the cafeteria, kids were making for the exit. Oh God, I thought, there goes our cafeteria.

“Whoa. Easy there, big guy,” said Jack. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I was just being friendly.”

“Then go be friendly someplace else,” said Matt.

“Ok, ok,” said Jack, and he turned and walked away.

“Excuse me,” said Matt. “I’ve got just enough time to hit the boy’s room before class.” Then he picked up his stuff and made a quick exit.

As soon as he was gone, Lucy turned to me and said, “He put 63 kids in the hospital?!”

“Ahhhh…” I said, “It’s kind of a long story…”

“You knew?” said Lucy.

“It’s not like that,” I said. “There was… an incident. Matt got a little carried away and kind of tore down a building.”
“He tore down a building?!”

“Kind of. And that’s how the 63 people got hurt. He didn’t mean to hurt them… well, most of them.”

“Terrific,” said Lucy. “And here I thought we had someone who could protect us from Jack. Now it looks like we’re going to need Jack to protect us from him!”

“Don’t be stupid,” I said, starting to get mad. “Matt is nothing like Jack.”

“Yeah,” said Lucy. “He’s 63 times worse!”

“I like him,” said Scott.

“Oh, shut up,” said Lucy. “You just like his muscles.”

“And your point would be…?” asked Scott.

I left the cafeteria to try and waited for Matt outside the bathroom. I didn’t go in mostly because I was imagining Matt trying to use one of the urinals and the mess that would probably make.

That’s where Jack caught up with me.

“What do you want now, Jack, or are you waiting for Matt, too?”

“Take it easy, buddy,” said Jack. “I only want to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?” I asked.

“You’re new giant friend there isn’t everything he pretends to be,” said Jack.

“If you’re talking about his tearing down his school cafeteria, I already know.”

“Do you? Are you sure you know everything? When it comes right down to it, how well do you really know him?”

“I know him better than you,” I said.

“You think so?” said Jack. “Does he still get all hot and bothered when you tell him how big he is?”

I was stunned. I’m afraid I’ve never had a very good poker face, and when Jack revealed his knowledge of such an intimate detail, my shock showed clearly in my face.

“I can see he does,” said Jack, smiling, winking and then walking away.
I was still in a stunned kind of shock when Matt came out of the boy’s room. He saw me and said, “Thanks for waiting, bro. Those urinals… so fucking small.”

“So, where did you meet Jack?” I said, just blurting out what was on my mind.

He looked a little uncomfortable. “You heard him,” said Matt. “In juvie.”

“You didn’t tell me you went to juvie.”

“It’s not exactly something I’m proud of.”

“How well did you know Jack?”

He looked really uncomfortable. “Not that well,” he said. “I wasn’t in there too long. I had good lawyers.”

“Are you the reason he’s going to have Titanification?”

“Jack?” laughed Matt. “He could never afford it.”

“Apparently with second mortgages and bank loans, he can,” I said.

Suddenly Matt got serious. “That idiot,” he said. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Nothing,” said Matt. “Do you know where he lives?”

“Sure,” I said. “Jack and I… We used to… you know. Anyway, it’s over now.”

“Ok,” said Matt, apparently completely unfazed by my confession, “I’ll pick you up tonight at 7:00 and you can show me where he lives.”

“Ok,” I said just as the bell rang and we had to run to make our next class—and that was a harrowing experience. If Matt had known were the classroom was I’d have lagged behind him a good 15 feet at least. As it was I had to run right up next to him. When you’re running along side someone who’s eight feet tall and weighs about a ton, you’re conscious that every step could be your last. If Matt should accidentally step on my foot, he’d turn it into hamburger meat.

And the building was shaking from the force of his foot falls. It was like running during an earthquake. The building was shaking so hard that lockers were popping open as we passed. I couldn’t help thinking that if I slipped and fell in front of him, it would be the end of me.

And just as we got to the classroom someone hit the fire alarm. Apparently Matt’s little jog had been mistaken for a real earthquake and the school was being evacuated. Oh well, I don’t think I could have concentrated in class anyway. All I could think of was Matt and Jack. There was something between them that neither one was talking about. What was it? How well did they get to know each other in juvie? What was really going on? Who knew? Maybe I’d find out tonight.

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