Simple words, but they cut Whip like a knife; to the well-meaning pixie those words meant failure, frustration, rejection. Hadn’t he been the one attacked? Yet he showed good sportsmanship and forgave Anton, knowing the whateverhewas didn’t mean to do it. Whip tried to be social and put Anton in a good mood, but it was finally apparent to the young fae that the Hungarian didn’t really like him. His lip quivered once and tears formed in his big, sapphire eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
Seeing another student heading towards the dorms, Whip stopped him, “Excuse me!”, he called, “Can you help us?”
The tall, blond stopped and smiled, “Sure, what’s wrong?”
“My name is Whippersnapper and this is Anton. Anton is sick and needs to get to his room, but I think I’m part of what makes him feel bad, so would you be so kind as to wheel him there, please?”, the pixie rambled and then gave the curly-haired stranger his puppy-dog eyes look.
The handsome passerby chuckled, “When you give me a look like that, how can I say no? My name is Brandon…and, personally, I can’t imagine you making anyone feel bad!” He looked at Anton and said in a low voice, “Hello, Anton, let’s get you to your room.
Whip gave the handsome demigod Anton’s room number and then quickly said, “Hope you feel better soon, Anton”, and shrunk down to his natural 6 inch size and flew quickly away.
Instead of flying to the home he kept with his brother, Raggs, he flew to the dorm room he was assigned to; landing on the bed, he crossed his arms and brooded over the mess the afternoon had turned into.