Nerd // l.h [au] (re-writing)

Chapter 2 ~ "I Almost Broke My Ass"

Luke's P.O.V

I smirked to myself as I made my way out of the school. The football guys and I were going to walk to Subway before the game since it was right down the road, but we had to stop at Calum's car first to drop off our bags. We had an hour or so to eat, since school got out at 2:30 and we had to be at practice by 4, but we still had to get changed and everything.

As soon as all the buses left, my buddy Ryan turned to me, giving me a high five as I threw my bookbag in Calum's trunk.

"Dude did you see all of those band nerds? They're so pathetic and probably don't even know what a backbone is," he laughed.

"Yeah," I smiled. "They're so defenseless. It's kind of sad, but hey, what are you gonna do?"

I felt a tap on my shoulder as my other friend Chad pointed to the door of the school. "There's some of them now," he whispered.

Sure enough, out came the entire marching band, going to practice on the baseball field. That's how irrelevant they were in this school. Their practice field was in the outfield of the baseball field. A couple of them walked straight past us, one of them catching my eye. Ashton Irwin, the one kid in the entire school that I couldn't stand more than the rest. His entire existence just irked me. He sent me daggers as he carried his little drum out to the field, while I teasingly sent him back a smirk.

As soon as they all passed, the guys started laughing as they closed up the car. We all started walking to Subway, still dying over the scene, when I realized that my phone wasn't in my pocket.

"Hey guys, I think I left my phone in Calum's car. I'm going to go look for it and just meet you guys at Subway," I explained, beginning to backpedal toward the parking lot.

"Alright man but don't take too long or we'll eat without you!" Calum yelled as I ran back to the parking lot. He never bothered to lock his car so I opened the trunk and began digging through my bag for my phone. I finally found it and slammed the trunk, only to have an array of purple and pink catch my eye.

I turned to see a girl with long, golden hair with her back facing me. She was whipping around a flag of some sort, which was decorated in a pink and purple material. I didn't know what she was doing, I mean it looked pretty pointless to me, so I continued to watch her as she flung the pole in every direction, across her back, and even into the air, but she never once turned around. It's like she was stuck in that spot, doomed to face the brick wall of the school for all eternity with nothing but her flag.

A gust of wind picked up right when the mystery girl released her flag way above her head and even the roof of the school. It looked breathtaking, which is weird because I didn't even know what she was doing, but she looked beautiful doing it with her golden locks flying around. The moment seemed to stop until the wind picked up more, causing her hair to blow ferociously and the pole to crash land onto her head, amplifying a crack as she fell to the ground, her hands grasping onto her head and letting out a "shit."

My feet reacted faster than my head because before I realized it, I was running toward the girl keeled over in the parking lot. She was slightly rocking back and forth as her nimble fingers massaged her head before I heard her mumble "fucking wind." That's when I noticed how little she looked. I towered over her due to my 6 feet 4 inch frame, but this girl seemed so weak, so vulnerable, which was odd because I had just witnessed her toss a flag that was considerably taller than her over her head and into the air with ease.

I silently knelt down next to her so I wasn't the Empire State Building compared to her, although it still seemed that I had a lot of height on her. I softly cleared my throat so she wouldn't hear. "I saw what happened. Are you okay? That looked like it hurt," I said slightly above a whisper.