His Nerd.

Chapter 1

My alarm clock began to ring. I squinted at the pixelated numbers on the screen. 5:00 am. I rubbed my eyes and yawned while I got out of my bed. Another quiet day. 

I pulled off my pajamas and hopped into the shower. It felt amazing as it always did.  After that, I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, put on my uniform, and my glasses. I packed my bag and walked downstairs.

"Good morning, honey." My mom waved at me from the kitchen. I nodded and she smiled.

"You're up early again. Come have breakfast." I walked to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table. Breakfast today was eggs, bacon, and toast. Mom placed a cup of coffee in front of her and sighed.

"I have to work overtime today again, so I'll be back home late. You can invite any friends you want or even host a party, Just clean it up before I get home, ok?" I frowned. 

I'd never do that. Mom chuckled and pulled at my cheeks.

"You're such a good boy you make me worried. Break some rules or have fun once in a while. Just know mama's here." I smiled and she gulped down the rest of her coffee getting up and heading to the door.

"You're lunch is on the table. I'll call you when you get back." 

She took her car keys and walked out of the door. I sighed and ate the rest of my breakfast. I grabbed my backpack and my phone before heading out and locking the door. I put the key in my pocket along with my phone.

My bicycle was parked in the garage. I went back in and got it out before locking the doors again. I glanced at my watch. 6:30 am. Good. I started to pedal. 

My house isn't that far from my school. It'll take thirty minutes on foot, and ten minutes on a bicycle. I make the ride last for thirty minutes though.

It's weird, I know. But it's like exercising so it's not pointless. I turned to the path I always take beside the road to school. It was made for bicycles so it was always free. It felt nice as the wind brushed against my skin. Although I did it every day, I always reacted the same.

I probably looked like a child riding their bike properly for the first time. I was grinning from ear to ear until I noticed someone on the path. They looked hurt. I stopped and looked at them.

It was a boy around my age I think. His cheeks were swollen along with his right eye. He also had scratches all over. I lowered my head and stretched out my hand. He seemed hesitant but he took it. I guided him to my bicycle. I hope he didn't think I was weird.

To my surprise, he didn't put up a fight. He just sat on the bicycle quietly. I tried to hide my frown. He reminded me of how I was in middle school. Sad. 

I got on and started pedaling. We got to a convenience store and I bought some stuff for his wounds.

When I got out he was playing with the strings on his hoodie. I smiled. He noticed me walking toward him and looked away. 

I sat down beside him and treated his wounds to the best of my ability. From my backpack, I took out a piece of paper and a pen.

You should go to a hospital. I hope you're feeling better. I wrote.

He stared at the paper and laughed. "Thanks for helping me."

I blinked. His voice. It was so deep and so... nice. I sort of felt jealous. He laughed at probably my expression before shouting in pain and holding his cheek.

"Can I get your name? Mine's Axel."

 I nodded. Jonathan. But you can call me Nathan if you want.