12: Ni-Bump-ght - Jamie Braddock

Being a teaching assistant sucked Jamie decided, and not in the good way. Teaching swimming, what had he been thinking, target shooting or fencing, maybe they would have shown some interest and not been such a collection of pansy assed wusses when it came to water.
He should have accepted the other punishment options for getting drunk, running suicides or laps had to be easier than this. Why couldn't they hire a proper swimming coach? Maybe none of the faculty could swim.
Jamie was late on lunch today.
He was not a happy bunny.
Some ghastly kid had been giving him attitude all morning the pool, he had been tempted to throw the little snot in the deep end and let him work out how to swim on his own. He wasn't making any progress with standard training techniques so made a note to unleash Shakeel and Thomas on the kid.
He had been tempted to use his push ability on the kid but that would have been the easy way out.
Jamie wondered what had happened to Alora's disgustingly abusive brother, Jamie had simply told him to turn around and walk. Had he wandered onto a freeway or into a river or starved to death? One day when he found enough compassion for the evil son of a bitch he might actually bother to find out.
His phone buzzed. Message. Unknown number on the school's network.
If this was that little snot Darren he was going to get walked under a bus.
He didn't recognise the ID. New student maybe, he knew all the current ones.
He texted back: I will be in the refectory for the next twenty minutes, or we can meet any time after 6 tonight.