That Guy - An Elevator Hitch Fanfic (ON HIATUS)

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Checking that I have everything I need, I quickly grab my backpack and rush out the door. I sigh. Thank god I got out of there when I did, or things could've been really ugly. It's a rare treat when I get to leave the house without being confronted by my parents.

I make my way down the sidewalk, taking my typical route to the school. The cool November air whips around my face as I move along, the weight of my backpack slowing me down ever so slightly. Its not that long, only about a 15 minute walk. Eventually I reach the metal gates of my school, wide open as always. I walk through and continue up the concrete path to the entrance. 

Once I arrive inside, I am immediately greeted to the loud chatter of various groups of students. Pushing past the crowds, I head over to my locker to drop off my backpack. I pull out my favorite book, then stuff my backpack in my locker and lock it. I always keep a book on me, so I have something to do for the thirty minutes before class. 

Sitting down on a bench, I flip open the book to the marked page. I start to read when I hear a loud shout from an all too familiar voice.

"Hey gay boy, what are you doin' all on your own?" He jeers. Ugh, this is the fourth time this week!

That absolute bastard is Justin, the school bully. All the students know who he really is, but he puts on an act in front of the teachers and therefore stays out of trouble. Like almost every bully ever, he preys on the weak kids with no friends and no social skills. Like me.

"Reading," I say blankly.

"Pfft, reading? Ok then, nerd." 

"Don't play that 'nerd' card with your D average, Justin."

He laughs. "You're just jealous because you can't throw a fucking football!" 

I swear to god, this guy thinks he's sooooo cool all because he does good in PE. Hell, there are some other guys who do much better than him! I can name one in particular...

"I don't need to throw a football to get into a good college," I remark.

"Whatever you say, loser. Listen, I gotta go meet my friends. But before I go, c'mere and gimme a kiss!" He puckers his lips, making smoochy noises.

I absolutely hate this guy.

"Fuck you."

"Bye, loser!"

And with that he was off. Thankfully. I shake my head and return my attention to the page I was on.

Before I could return to my book, I notice THAT GUY in my peripheral vision. Bryce Stryker, the superintendent's nephew, the most popular student in school. Straight A's, stellar athlete, gets all the girls.

And in my opinion, the most attractive man to have walked the face of the earth.

That's right, the loser kid has a crush on the school king. Sure, he could be an asshole sometimes (all the time), but maybe if I were to break that stuck-up, cocky, self important shell of his, I would find something completely different underneath...

Honestly, what's the point in fantasizing about this? I'll never get the chance to talk to him, and even if I did he's probably straight anyways.

But it is nice to think about...

The loud ringing of the school bell awoke me from my reverie. I close my book, get up from the bench, and make my way to my locker. I put the book away, grab my textbook and supplies, and walk down the hall towards my first class: english. Academics has always been one of my strongest suits, math in particular. Can't say the same for athletics.

I sit down at my desk mere seconds before the bell. I open my textbook and take out my pencil while Mrs. Adams begins her lecture.

...

After English and PE (a torture session disguised as a class), I travel to the cafeteria for lunch. I get in the lunch line, wait about four long minutes, then finally get served my prison food. I sit down at an empty table with my book, only to hear a loud voice fill the air.

"Hey, are you new here?"

Oh my god, it's Bryce. Just be cool, just be cool, just be cool...

"Um, no, this is my second year here."

"Oh, never saw you around." What??? I swear I've ran into him a few times, though I was too scared to say literally anything. "My name's Bryce."

"Nice to meet you, my name is-"

"Damn, what is that awful smell?" He interrupts.

"Uh, I think that's the cafeteria food." I answer.

"Gross, thank god I bring my own lunch."

"Yeah." Honestly, he's completely right.

 He runs a hand through his shiny light brown hair. He looks so majestic right now, he may as well have sparkles emanating from him. "Anyways, I have a basketball game tomorrow. Wanna come?"

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Did THAT GUY, THE Bryce Stryker, just invite me to watch HIS basketball game? I mean, they're free to attend, but I still couldn't believe he was asking ME of all people. 

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Oh no, oh no, I just screwed up. I need to save this.

"N-nothing. I-I would love to come to your basketball game!"

"Great, see you then!" He pulls his jacket up his shoulders in that cool kind of way, and struts away.

My heart pounds in my ears. Did I just have a successful conversation with Bryce Stryker himself? How did I even pull that off? I can barely talk to average people! 

The important thing is, I just got an invitation from the cutest guy in school, and I'm not going to miss it.

...

The bell rings, signifying the end of the school day. I watched as my classmates jump out of their seats, eager to see their friends and family. But not me. The end of the day meant going home, and going home almost always meant getting another beating. So, I reluctantly pick up my supplies, grab my backpack from inside my locker, and made my way down the sidewalk back to my house.

When I arrive, I quickly open the door and dart towards the stairs. Once I reach the top, I make a beeline for my room, and shut the door as quietly as humanly possible...

...

Phew.

I collapse onto the navy blue bedspread of my bed, laying flat as I stare at the ceiling. How did I manage to avoid them so easily? Today must be my lucky day. I'm pretty sure they're going to be extra angry tomorrow, because there's absolutely no way the universe is being nice to me.

Oh how right was I.

A/N: Hi, just gonna let you guys know that you can expect updates roughly once a week. Thanks again for reading, and sorry if it's not that well written.

Word Count: 1097