The Technopathic Project: Part 2

Chapter Two: Starting The Process

"And football! Dude, I tackled every single one of y'all." Collin mentioned.

"Bro, you had me scared sometimes. If you weren't on my team, I didn't wanna run the ball. You hit hard." Greg complimented.

Collin grinned proudly.

"Yeah man. What happened to all that? You good?" Dane questioned.

Mark nodded.

"Yeah guys, I'm fine." He reassured them.

"Don't make me go get him." Blake warned.

"Who?" Mark asked.

"Little Walker. I can get him to snitch." Blake answered.

Mark rolled his eyes.

"He won't snitch. Plus, I already threatened him if he does." He replied.

"So something is going on?" Sean inquired.

Mark glanced at the clock before responding.

"Uh guys, we got class." He informed.

"Uh uh. Don't change the subject. We're not done." Dane caught.

"Yeah! And unfortunately for you, I hate my next class. I can do this all period long." Collin backed him up.

"What's your first class?" Greg posed.

"Math." Colin replied.

"Ooo, that's messed up." Sean stated.

"I know. My teacher hates my guts. She literally calls me peanut." Collin complained.

Jalen chuckled.

"Why?" Blake asked.

"Cause of my head." Collin responded.

"What up peanut head!" Sean teased.

Collin glared at him.

"Wait, where's you class?" Dane questioned.

"D105." Collin answered.

"Ooohh! You got Ms. Derillo. Bro, she's a nightmare. I heard a kid peed his pants cause he forgot the homework and he didn't want the teacher to know." Jalen told them.

"He peed?" Mark inquired.

"Soaked his pants and boxers. He had to go home." Jalen added.

"Oh yeah. People called him wet Willy for months." Blake mentioned.

Sean chuckled.

"Hey wait a sec. You changed the subject again! Yo, your slick dude." Collin realized.

"Your the one who brought up math class." Jalen pointed out.

"Well, all of you started asking me questions." Collin defended himself.

"You didn't have to answer." Blake replied.

"Yeah but that's rude." Collin told him.

Mark shook his head as Dane looked back at him.

"Alright weirdos, let's go. We'll talk later at my place. Your coming, right?" He quizzed.

Mark, who didn't know what to say since monsters and anything suspicious comes up so quickly and unexpectedly, just shrugged.

"Maybe." The sixteen year old retorted.

"Uh uh. Not a maybe, your coming. If I gotta drag your little skinny butt out I'll do it." Blake stated.

"I dare you." Mark challenged.

"If you don't come by tonight, I'll prove you wrong." Blake happily accepted.

The group of friends began to spread apart as they headed to class. The former jock sighed. As much as he loved hanging out with his friends, it's not like he could tell them his situation. All of the reactions to helping his brother to fight in a giant 150 foot robot to kill monsters are various in many ways. Not the best so called Mark Walker is his mind. And to make matters worse, is the fact that his buddies, though comical, were right at every turn. They could easily put Mark in the corner and burry him with questions that he couldn't give the answers to. The odds of at least one of them finding out is not totally impossible. The sophomore knew better than to drop any subtle hints that could lead them to discovering the machine for themselves. Although he didn't do that specifically, his absence was enough for them to be curious and dig a little deeper into what he might be doing. Well, the only person who would be that the most is Sean. Everyone else basically feeds off of what is found. Overall, this was the type of complication that the sixteen year old had to fix.