My Ginger King

Mr Badboy

The sun burned against my skin as I made my way towards the school entrance, my baggy shirt flowing in the breeze.

A sudden burst of wind hits me as I walked, and I was greeted with a mouthful of unwanted hair. I reached up to remove it just as another burst of wind slammed against my frail body, sending me skidding across the pavement.

Pain blossomed in every inch of my frame as I attempted to move, trying desperately to ignore the extreme gasps of the crowd that had now formed.

"Oh my gosh, sweet Jesus, your face!" an irrelevant boy from the fog of people cackled. The crowd gave him the satisfaction of brief laughter, before returning their attention back to me on the floor.

With tears pooling in my eyes, I laid still against the floor with blood dripping down my bare skin. The sun blared through my closed eyes and I gave a slight groan.

"Jeepers, that hurt." I said to nobody in particular. I sat up and stared at the bemused faces in front of me.

They all burst into manic laughter and cheering, some of the people frantically pushing through to see the freak show on the floor.

My eyes shift to the floor in embarrassment as I gathered my belongings from the floor. The tears overflowed my stormy blue eyes, staining my olive skin a perky pink.

Every inch of me hurt as I attempted to stand up, but resulted in me falling backwards from the waves of dizziness that passed through my head.

Laughter from the crowd filled my ears like a water jug, and I silently pleaded for a guardian angel to scoop me up and take me home.

As if my prayer had been answered, the students fell into an abrupt silence, and I looked up in brief confusion.

That is when I locked gazes with an extended, veiny
hand and luminous green eyes. The secrets that his gaze held were so far beyond me, and I willed to touch every single one of them.

"Get up then." The sharpness in the boy's tone snapped me out of my reverie and I was pulled to my feet.

It was then that I saw his shining orange hair, like a golden halo that spun around his angel self's head. I saw his muscular build through his tight green hoodie and I flushed slightly.

"The name's Ed, Ed Sheeran. I noticed your fall earlier, thought it was funny as hell, then debated whether to come and help you or not. My option was clearly to come and help you, little baka. Don't underestimate the Sheerio powers, young one."

I stared at him in satisfaction, before laughing and giving a slight curtesy. This resulted in my knees buckling, and my ginger hero having to scoop me up into his arms bridal style.

"Come on, Y/N. I need to make sure you're safe." he smiled down at me, his mysterious eyes glinting.

I held on securely to his bulging biceps and rested my head against his alarmingly big moob. I slowly slipped from consciousness as he held me, all thoughts sliding away.

I didn't know who this man was.. how did he know my name?