Love at First Sight

8. Nyssa

I gasped softly as the chair leaned back and I was about to hit the floor when-

Hands. On my waist.

Aiden had stood up slightly and he was lunged forward, holding my waist, stopping me from falling. His hands. His pale, warm hands on my waist. And god, i'd be a liar if i said it didn't feel good. 

Which is exactly why I immediately pulled away and brushed myself off.

"thanks" I muttered, not looking him in his annoyingly bright blue eyes. I needed to get out of here. Fast.

He was still looking at me with a somewhat dazed expression, and a huge blush on his cheeks. "Uh, yeah...no-no problem" He stuttered out "Don't-don't go around falling on me now" he chuckled awkwardly.

I would have cringed if...if i didn't find that...cute? he was so awkward it was almost endearing. I almost smiled. Almost.

I gave a polite nod and hurried out of the classroom and away from the awkward atmosphere. My next class was...AP calculus, great, another class without Brooke. I seriously need to make some friends in this hellhole-

"Oi, new girl!" I found myself being slammed into a locker roughly. 

What. The. Fuck.

I looked up to see the guy who's dick I had called small looking down at me with a disgusting smirk. He slammed my wrists by my side and held them there, no matter how hard I struggled.

"The way you stood up for that dumbass Rhodes? It was hot" He said, his face close to mine now. God this was revolting. "But I didn't like the way you called me small, so i might have to punish you for that" He chuckled, his disgusting breath on my face.

"God what are you? You're like some character straight out of freaking high school musical" I spat, wriggling my wrists in attempt to free myself "for gods sake Troy Bolton, let me go before I kick your tiny balls!"

I could feel my rage bubbling at the surface. He brought his face closer to mine, and slid his hand along my sides, coming to rest on my waist. I was quite literally going to throw up-

"Get. Off. Me" I grit out, kicking his shins madly, while he kept both my hands pinned above my head as he felt up my sides with the other hand. "God stop touching me you fucking creep-!"

"You're very pretty" He murmured into my ear, "Makes me want to kiss that pretty mouth of yours..."

"Ok that's it buddy" I grit out, and suddenly, my knee connected to his groin

He doubled over in pain and collapsed. A sane person woould have left it there, but as we've established, according to everyone around me, i'm not fucking sane. So, naturally, i got down and punched him. Once. Twice. Thrice...until his nose was bloody and he was yelling at me to stop. 

"Stop you fucking phsyco!" He practically screamed "Holy shit dude- you-you-"

Punch

He hissed in pain "Ok-ok I get it i'm a fucking loser you don't have to-"

Punch

"Jesus bloody hell stop you savage-"

Pun-

I felt two hands wrap around my forearms and pull me off of the bastard. Ugh, what now? Can't i just beat up some jerk in peace anymore?

"let me go!" I protested, but this grip was suprisingly strong, I kicked and screamed at him to let me go. I didn't care if I was acting like a child. This dick deserved it.

"Get off of me!" I yelled, kicking him in the shins, but this crazy person just held me closer.

I yelled and kicked for a few moments more until I got tired and succumbed defeat, and slumped into whoever the hell was holding me.