The Young Wizard

Chapter 1

Of course, Ronny moved right in, taking my place just as he had planned all along. MP now rode to and from school with him instead of walking with Ted, Josh, and me, although she didn’t seem so happy. It was the blackest time of my life. I sat alone in the cafeteria and when other people joined me I was still alone. When I got home I’d cry for an hour, partly because it was over between MP and me, but also because I knew she was going to be hurt by this asshole.

As it turned out I didn’t have to wait long. Instead of telling her he was dumping her she walked to his car one afternoon at the close of school finding her place in the front seat occupied by some bimbo blonde. Worse, Ronny laughed at her, calling her “pathetic” and “loser” as he drove away. MP cried all the way home.
I was home deep in despair when the phone rang. My mom answered it and called me to the living room. “Jeremy, you need to go over and see MP. That Ronny just dumped her and she needs some support.”

“But, Mom, she broke my heart. I can’t! I just can’t!”

“Jeremy, she made a mistake and, yes, it did hurt you, but she has been your friend for years and right now she needs you. Just as important, you need to do this for yourself. Go.” There’s no real purpose in arguing with my mother. I dragged myself to MP’s house. I hadn’t been there for more than a month so I knocked on the door instead of just walking in as I had done before. Mrs. O’Brien answered the door. “Thank you for coming, Jeremy. I tried to warn her about this boy, but she just wouldn’t listen. She’s in her room.” I nodded and walked hesitantly to see her.

I opened the door to find MP lying on the bed face down, crying her eyes out. I sat on the bed putting my hand on her shoulder. I didn’t say a word. MP looked up and cried even harder. I pulled her up, put my arms around her and pushed her head down to my chest. She tried to speak between sobs. “Oh…Jeremy…I should…have listened…to...my…mother. I’m so sorry. I know I hurt you. I’m so…sorry.”

“You forgot something I told you when you learned I was a wizard, MP. I told you I could always tell when someone was lying. Ronny said he was an “A” student—lie; homecoming king—lie; star athlete—lie. The only things he said that weren’t lies were when he said you were beautiful. That was the truth.” I paused to give MP my hankie so she could blow her nose. I continued when she had finished. “I knew you were lying when you told me that nothing had happened between you and Ronny. Have you looked at your locket lately? Open it now.”

She looked at me questioningly but pulled it over her head. When she opened it the heart was in a million pieces. “That’s what you did to my heart. What you’re going through isn’t even one-tenth what I’ve had to endure.” Now MP really started to cry. I closed the locket and put it back over her head.

“Oh, Jeremy, can you ever forgive me?” She fell to her knees, clasping her hands as if in prayer. “Please, Jeremy, can’t we just go back to the way things were?”

“Tell me what happened that night, MP. I need to know what happened. I’ll explain why later.”

She started slowly. “I knocked on the door. He opened it and showed me to his room. There was nobody else at home; that made me nervous. He began with a lot of compliments about how pretty and sexy I was. Stupid me, I believed him. When he tried to kiss me I thought, 'What’s the big deal, it’s only one kiss'. Well, one led to another and then I couldn’t stop him. He pulled my blouse off and mauled my tits. You know I like it rough, but this was too much. He pushed himself between my legs and fucked me. It was over in about thirty seconds and he didn’t do anything for me. I felt dirty but I wanted to believe that I was a girl he really wanted. He did it again before I left. I’m sorry I lied to you, Jeremy. I was afraid to tell you the truth. Then he started again with his compliments and everything and he was so sweet in front of the other kids that I thought maybe I was wrong. But I wasn’t. He embarrassed me in front of a whole group of kids. I was mortified. What am I going to do?”

“You’re going on with life just as I have for the last month. The difference is that I lost someone I truly loved; you only lost some of your dignity.”

“Jeremy, can’t we go back to the way we were—boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“I don’t know, MP, I’ll always be your friend, but I don’t know if I can be your boyfriend again.” I got up and left. When I got home Mom knew it hadn’t gone well. She didn’t have to be a witch to read the expression on my face.

“What are you going to do, Jeremy?

“I don’t know yet, Mom, but I can tell you this—he’s going to suffer for what he’s done to MP and me. The only difference is that he’s going to suffer more—much, much more.

“Jeremy!”

“Don’t Mom. This is something he deserves. He’s a predator who takes advantage of innocent people to feed his ego. When I finish with him he’ll be lucky to have any ego left.” I turned and climbed the stairs to my room.

Chapter 2

I sat at my desk and made a list. All the things that fed his ego were going to be destroyed. I just wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt anyone else in the process of destroying him. Oh, I could have electrocuted or burned him alive or even boiled him in oil, but I wanted him to suffer the humiliation MP and I had experienced at his hand. I would start early tomorrow morning.

We always have a police officer in front of our school to help kids and parents cross the road. He parks his car just before the crossing zone. I got up a half hour early so I could get there before Ronny drove up. When I saw him a quick spell gave me control of the car. I sped up, exceeding the speed limit by almost forty miles per hour and turned the car forcing a collision with the parked police car. The cop was really pissed and when he smelled Ronny’s breath Ronny would be in real trouble—driving without a license, DUI, damage to a city vehicle, and a kilo of pot in the glove compartment. All in all, a good start to a wonderful day.

The next day, after being bailed out of jail, Ronny was walking to school like the rest of us. He tried to hold MP’s hand, but she refused, preferring to stay by me. She didn’t try to hold hands but she was next to me and that was a big improvement. As we walked I invoked my second spell. By the time we reached the school his face and hands were covered in bloody pus-filled boils—so much for his good looks. No medical treatment was going to cure this ailment!

The following day while walking to school I had yet another idea. I whispered another simple spell. By the time we got to school his hair was falling out in clumps. He looked like a patchwork quilt. Then I had another idea. From then on every other word out of his mouth was going to be “Fuck.” I knew he was studying for an oral report he was due to give in English class today so this was going to be extremely interesting.

He stood before the class, boils, hair clumps, and all ready for his speech. “I fuck read fuck the fuck book fuck The fuck Old fuck Man fuck and fuck the fuck Sea.” The principal was called; Ronny was suspended--so far, so good. At lunch MP came to sit with me, something she had not done since we had split.

“Jeremy, I know you’re doing all this stuff to Ronny and I don’t blame you, but I hope he doesn’t find out. He’s awfully strong and he can be really mean.”

Actually, that gave me another idea. “MP, I want you to tell him I’m behind all his troubles. Tell him you don’t know how but you know I’m behind it.”

“But, Jeremy, he’ll try to hurt you. I know he’s furious about everything that’s happened. He’ll kill you.”

“Oh, he’ll try, MP, but he won’t hurt me. You know that. That will be almost the final humiliation—getting beaten by a nerd like me. Then I’ll be ready for the final part of my plan. Don’t say ‘no’ MP. You know I can make you if I want to. Just do it. You can call him after school.” MP wasn’t too happy, but she did it. Then she called me to let me know Ronny was going to kill me. Well, we all know he is going to try, don’t we?

I got up extra early so he’d find me at school where there’d be plenty of witnesses, including the cop at the crosswalk when he assaulted me and still got his ass kicked. Sure enough, about five minutes before the bell was to ring he drove up in his badly dented Mustang. Screaming at the top of his lungs he challenged me. I turned around and waved him on. He came with a tire iron. Even better, I thought—assault with a deadly weapon. I put a spell on the cop forcing him to wait until I summoned him. Now I was ready.

Ronny charged up the small hill with blood in his eyes. He reared back and swung, missing me by inches. He swung again and missed again. Over and over, in front of more than a hundred students and teachers, not to mention the cop, he swung at my head just missing every time. As he tired I figured it was time for me to go on the offensive. The next time he approached me I tripped him causing him to fall forward in a heap. I laughed and most of the onlookers joined me. “Here,” I said, “let me help you up.” He growled as the audience howled with laughter. He swung up, hoping to catch me in the groin, but I was too fast for him again. When his arm had passed me I swung out and caught him in his right eye with my fist. “Not only are you a shitty liar,” I shouted, “you’re an even shittier fighter.” Again everyone howled.

Now Ronny was totally enraged. With his eye closing from the growing bruise he had trouble seeing me. “Gee, Ronny, from what I hear that bruise is a lot bigger than your cock. MP told me she could barely tell you were even fucking her and anyone who could cum as fast as you did with her should certainly be able to catch a slowpoke like me.” I reached out and rapped the other eye, closing it quickly. It looked like he might throw the tire iron so I easily took it away from him. I wanted to hurt Ronny not some innocent bystander. I thought this had gone on long enough so I decked him, first with an uppercut to the gut and finally with a right cross to the jaw.

I summoned the cop. “I saw the whole thing. You had the right to defend yourself. He came after you with a deadly weapon, not to mention driving without a license. I just arrested this jerk earlier in the week. He cuffed Ronny, took the iron as evidence and drove him away to the station. Only one more step and I’d be finished.

MP rushed up to me afterward, the concern etched on her face. She saw our principal approaching behind me. I was about to be suspended for fighting. The fact that I was obviously defending myself from an unprovoked attack meant nothing. The school had a zero tolerance policy and I was going. MP called her mother and told her she was sick and she would be coming home with me. My mother and I used our telepathy to communicate on the way home. MP laughed, “I’m getting better at this. I’m picking up almost every other word. Maybe I have a future as a witch.” We went home and MP joined me in my room. We didn’t have sex; we didn’t even kiss but we did talk—a lot.

I returned to school the following Monday, knowing that Ronny was due to get bail and that he’d be back to get me. This time he’d find me at the mall, but he’d attack MP, not me. He wouldn’t hurt her, I’d see to that but he was going to be put away for a long time. I escorted MP to the mall right after school. We took the public bus; I saw Ronny’s car out the back window. We had just entered the mall when Ronny ran in behind her. He pulled her blouse from her body and ripped her bra, bruising her breasts. Ronnie grabbed them, screaming that she was the cause of all his problems. Somehow (magically?) his erect cock became exposed and his movements made it appear that he was trying to rape MP. I ran up behind him, getting him in a headlock. Now, normally that wouldn’t have done much good but a spell dropped him unconscious on the floor just as Security and the City Police arrived. There’d be no bail for this, his third offense in less than a week, one that included assault, attempted rape, and public lewdness in addition to the charges he’d built up last week. Even better, he’d be branded a sex offender for the rest of his lying scumbag life.

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