Catboys Novels & Stories

After a while, a boy with a shoulder length black hair and tanned skin entered our classroom. “We have a new student today, and he transferred from a prestige school outside the country. Please introduce yourself, Mr. Domingo.” The boy wandered his eyes at our crowd, then his eyes locked on me. I raised a brow from the way he arrogantly gawk at me with a smirk. “Mr. Domingo?” The boy tilted his head to look at our teacher with a raised brow and then his eyes went back to me while in that position. “Yael Domingo. That’s my name.”

“Hey, easy, hellcat! I liked the tune by the way. Aren’t you a little young for that playlist. What are you, like twenty-three?” “Twenty-five. As a kid, my dad got me hooked on the eighties. Freddy Mercury beats out anything from this decade.” “What’s your name?” one of the older girls asked. He played up a Western drawl. “Well howdy, ma’am. It’s Johnny, John Calaway.” The children giggled and he smiled, still staring at the blonde pixie sizing him up from across the small sandpit, a smudge of dirt streaked across one pretty cheek.

A text pops up in the screen diverting my attention. Grayson: Good night cutie. A smile makes it's way to my lips at the sight of the sender. Cutie...? He must still be looking for the perfect nickname. He really sucks at it. First hon. Baby...I hate that word, you should know why. Kitty....what am I? A fucking cat. Bae....the same as baby. I hate it. Sweety...I don't know. But I still don't like it. Cheese.....for real.

“We’ll talk about it later, baby. You know we can’t have a cat because -” “But I want a cat!” Her lips trembled, verging a loud cry. I lifted my hand, hoping to wipe the tears on her cheeks, but she turned around, stomping her feet and crying as she ran to Callahan. Rosie groaned, following her sister. “Cotton’s a good name,” Bernard shrugged. “I have a cat. His name’s Pepper,” he blabbered, curving his lips into a smile in this awkward situation. “I have a cat, too,” Bethany beamed. “Its name is Marcus,” she joked, anchoring her arm on his. “Beer?”

The ugliest part of myself that terribly wanted to kill the pest at my feet. He already signed his destruction warrant by calling my kitten a downgrade. I should just kill him off right now. Static screeches through my mind, until a different voice breaks through. “Nile!” It’s my little sister. I turn to see her holding a half-conscious Dymond up, sporting an urgent and horrified look on her face.

His mismatched gaze lifted from his book, I was not used to seeing him with his new white hair. His brow arched in question. Dammit Sienna! Why did you just stand there like you saw a ghost? I questioned myself. Maeve parted her lips to speak, and I knew she was about to say something absolutely reckless because I could tell her she was utterly scrambled in that moment. So I spoke first. “Sorry to interrupt your moment sirs, but we are looking for a cat-like creature,” I blurted. Kaden smirked. “Like this?” He reached behind him and and pulled out Pilly.

Below them, a sea of subordinates stood in suffocating silence. “The Wild Cat Crew has faced an influx of threats,” Armani’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “And we do not tolerate weakness.” In the back of the hall, Riley leaned toward Skylar, her voice a jagged whisper. “Wait—this ‘crew’ is actually called the Wild Cats?” “Keep your voice down,” Skylar hissed, her eyes darting nervously. “And yes. It’s an honor.” Riley let out a sharp, mocking scoff. “An honor? It’s pathetic. It’s lame.”

I needed to have a little word with Carter about the stunt he pulled today. It doesn’t take long before their group makes an appearance. Western High School’s PB (short for Pretty Boys) was made up of four members: the handsome playboy (incubus) Kevin, the sports guy (ghoul) Ashton, the genius Walter (werewolf), and the most popular guy in school, Carter (vampire). Those four jerks were the dream and nightmare of every human girl in school. Girls both loved and feared them at the same time. All girls, but not me.

Why do I have to be called the ‘stutter boy’ when I actually have a name? Only a few people in my previous high school knew my real name. I was like a toy to all those bullies in school, who would call me 'hey stutter boy, c'mere. Go buy us a soda and some snacks from the vending machine' or 'stutter boy, have you finished the assignment I gave you yesterday?' or 'M..m..mi..michael..w..w..what's up?'

Theo was late. For his own gathering, something that he organised and he was late! Everyone was here except for Cassandra and Marcus, they were here for a brief moment to drop off Jameson, but they said they had their own arrangements they had to attend to. I sat with Azani on my lap and Jameson as we conversed about what people their age talk about. Here I was with my two favourite boys, talking about Transformers. "I think sissy is Optimus Prime," Azani said as he played with his toy figure.