Outcast- End Game
#1 of Outcast
Well, here it is. The final chapter. I worked as hard as I could to get back into the writing that I managed to hit in the first few chapters, because after I reread the series I noticed a large drop of quality. Here we go :)
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The next day, Seth and I were walking through the hall ways, his arm around my shoulders and rubbing my arm gently as he was almost always doing now, when a young vixen, my guess was that she was about Tevin's age, walked up to us with a basket in her paws.
She stopped in front of us and said, "Are you Tevin's brother?"
I smiled at her and said, "Yes, my name is Cody."
She hefted the basket she was carrying before handing it to me and saying, "Could you give that to Tevin for me?"
"Sure," I said, taking the basket, "is there any message you want me to give him?"
"There's a card in there." She said with a smile.
"Alright," I said.
"Thanks," she said before walking away.
"Do you know her?" Seth whispered into my ear.
"No, but I'm assuming Tevin does." I said. "But my guess is someone's got a secret admirer."
Seth chuckled and said, "Ahh, secret admirers. I know the feeling of having those."
"Every other girl and every gay guy you know?" I asked him.
"Yep," he said, winking at me, "but there is only one little foxy that matters to me."
I smiled, "Can I know who it is?"
He laughed and punched my shoulder jokingly, "Like you don't know."
I made a puppy dog face at him and said, "What was that for?"
"Oh it was a tap," he said, rubbing his nose against my neck.
"I know! But that doesn't mean it's alright to do it!" I said, making sure to over exaggerate the fake anger in my voice.
"I'm sowwy," he said, pressing his nose against my neck again.
I giggled and said, "I forgive you."
I put the basket in my locker, taking out my book for the next class before shutting it. Since Seth had gotten here a lot of things had changed, which was shocking considering it had only been two weeks. Since the dropped hint about more people wanting to hang out with me still but were worried about being labeled as a 'fag lover' I had discovered about twelve of my old friends who didn't really care.
After that happened it seemed like less and less people started to care that I was gay. There were almost no people who still glared at me and it made me feel good. I felt like an idiot to realize that there were so many people who were just trying to fit in with everybody else and very few who actually cared.
Seth and I walked into our class and took our normal seats. "So," he said, "did you do the homework yesterday? Cause I didn't."
I rolled my eyes and handed him a sheet of paper, "It has your name on it already."
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, "You know, you're a lifesaver."
I grinned at him and said, "Yeah, I know I am."
The bell rang and we both went silent, staring at the front of the room as our Honors Geometry teacher, a male squirrel named Mr. Nutz- yes, Mr. Nutz. He isn't the only one who makes jokes about it.- who went right to the bored and wrote 'Pop Quiz.'
"First question," he said, turning back to the class. He scanned the class and noticed that, for once, I was sinking down in my chair. He sneered and said, "Cody."
"Umm," I said, "I don't know sir."
"What do you know," he said triumphantly, "the faggot doesn't know the answer."
One student snickered but another, a male stallion that sat in the front of the room who always liked to flex his muscles so that his girlfriend, a cute deer who sat in the second row, could see. "Excuse me, Mr. Nutz," he said, "but I'm sure that none of us know the answer."
Mr. Nutz chuckled and said, "I'm sure one of you knows the answer." He looked around the classroom as did I, searching for the one who would thwart the stallion's attempt at defending me, which shocked me almost as much as it did the teacher.
No one answered. A pressing silence filled the room and tension was starting to rise slowly as the room waited for someone to break the silence, someone to ruin the stallion's attempt at protecting the faggot. Eventually, Mr. Nutz broke the silence by clearing his throat and saying, "Alright, everyone get out your notes."
The stallion turned his head towards me, smiled, and winked at me and I smiled and mouthed thanks back at him. "Well," Seth whispered softly as he started to copy what was written on the board, "wasn't that something?"
"That was." I said, looking at the stallion again, "Tevin will be interested in hearing that."
Seth chuckled and said, "Tevin has a lot of stuff to hear about, doesn't he?"
I shrugged, "Only the basket and this."
Seth smiled at me and leaned across to kiss me on the cheek. "Love you." He muttered.
"Love you too," I said, writing down the rest of the assignment before setting to work on it. Mr. Nutz wasn't going to catch me unawares again.
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When we got home I went straight up to Tevin's room and smiled at him. I ruffled his head fur and apologized when he groaned. "Still sore?" I asked him, smiling.
"Only a little bit," he said, glaring at me.
I smiled and put the basket down in his lap and said, "Some girl asked me to give this to you."
"What girl?" he asked suspiciously.
"Some cute vixen." I said.
He used his claw to put a hole in the plastic before ripping it and balling it up. He reached in for the card and said, "It was from Britney."
"You know her?" I asked.
"Uh huh," he said, blushing furiously.
"You have a crush on her don't ya?" I asked with a grin.
"Maybe a bit," he said, looking at his lap.
I grinned and said, "You know what though?"
"What?" he asked.
"Earlier today, during math, some random guy defended me when the teacher insulted me," I said, my eyes twinkling.
Tevin grinned and reached his arms up slowly to wrap them around my neck, grinning at me as he did. "People have always wanted to help," Tevin said, "there are always people who want to help out the outcasts, but they can never find a way to do it without being turned into an outcast themselves, so they don't."
"People are doing it now," I said.
"That's because they don't have to defend an outcast anymore." Tevin replied.
I smiled and touched his cheek, not sure if I had ever heard something so nice.
The End
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Years passed. Seth and I got married as soon as I hit eighteen, and it was a wonderful wedding. We invited people from both sides of the family, and even through strong discouragement, my parents, who of course, declined.
Seth and I both went to college, although he went to Harvard to become a lawyer while I took internet courses to become a high school physics teacher. After we had both graduated college and were well situated we adopted a five year old wolf pup who's parents couldn't afford to take care of him.
Now, we were thirty-five and living in Seattle, not far from the place where I grew up. I was sitting in a café with the now twelve year old wolf pup who was telling me about this girl who had eyes for him. He sounded really enthusiastic about her, but I couldn't tell for sure since I was paying more attention to the letter that I was working on.
Currently it read:
Dear Mom and Dad,
_ Despite the fact that you both believe that I should not be in existence, not counting the first twelve years of my life, I find myself missing you and home. Right now, as you may have heard, Seth and I are living in Seattle and are raising a child who is growing up to become quite a young man._
_ I know that you made two years of my life living hell, and I know that you know that and probably don't care that you made me an outcast, but it's all ok, because if you hadn't, I never would have met Seth, and I have no clue what my life would be like._
_ I find myself believing that, even though I was the noticeable victim, you two are really the victims, because I was an outcast for two years, but you've been outcasts for years now, ever since the town adopted more... modern beliefs._
_ From Cody, with hopes that you will agree to let us come visit._
(P.S. I know my pup is more than eager to meet his grandparents.)
I re-read the letter, making a few changes here and there before folding it and pushing it into the envelope.
"You weren't even listening," my pup accused me, his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence, causing him to blush.
I smiled at him and said, "Sorry sweetie, but I have more important things to do than listen to a pup talk about his first crush."
He glared at me and said, "I'm not a pup."
I chuckled and ruffled his head fur, "Sure you aren't. Let's go home, I'm sure your father is there by now."
"Can we pick up Kyle on the way?" he asked eagerly.
I grinned and said, "Sure, why not."
As we walked out I pushed the envelope into the mailbox, knowing that it would find it's way to my parents.
I thought back to the letter I had written and then looked down at the pup who was walking under my arm, a big smile on his face. 'Yep,' I thought, 'I'm definitely not the outcast anymore.'
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