Late Night Stories- A Book Of Yogscast Shorts Written At Night

Nerds Vs Jocks (Why Not Both?)- Smornby

Smith's Point Of View-

I slump down next to my best (and pretty much only) friend, Trott after a particularly irksome history lesson.
"You alright mate?" He asks, looking up at me through his glasses.
"Yeah, mate. Just the fucking jocks in history again."
His expression darkens considerably and he mutters, "I swear, if I were a foot taller-"
"-And a little but stronger, you would go over there and show them a thing or two." I roll my eyes as I finish his sentence and he smiles sheepishly before turning pale.
I spin in my seat and see the very jocks that we were just discussing heading straight towards us.
On the left, Mark Turpin, usually referred to as 'Turps', in the middle Sips with his grey skin and slow, condescending drawl. Behind him, Sjin hovers, not really a jock but there because of Sips. And, on the right, Ross Hornby, the Oxford Dictionary definition of 'hot'.
"Having a little nerd-fest, boys?" Turps smirks, "Revising your last test results? 'Oh no, I missed one point! Boo hoo!'" I clench my fists and grit my teeth, knowing that I shouldn't retort. It will only lead to a fight that we can't win.
"Cat got your tongue? Or do I hear you asking for a beating?" Sips smirks, stepping closer.
"Fuck off, Sips. We're just trying to eat." I mutter.
The grey-skinned boy puts on a look of shock, "Did you just swear at me, Smiffy? Ross, why don't you teach him why he shouldn't use such foul language to his superiors?"
I stand hurriedly and Trott scrambles to his feet too, moving in front of me.
"Aww, his boyfriend's protecting him!" Turps coos before lunging at Trott and dragging the smaller boy to the side whist Sips and Ross back me up against the table.
"Go on Ross." Sips smirks, Sjin looking on with worry and sympathy.
A fist suddenly hits my stomach yet it's not a hard punch. I lock eyes with Ross before groaning and hunching over in 'pain'.
Sips spits on me before calling back his lackeys and leading them away.
"Smith! Are you okay? You're not gunna throw up, are you?"
I shake my head, mostly confused, "Nah mate. He barely even hit me..."
He barely even hit me...

Over the next few days, I see Ross a fair bit but he's always with Sips, Turps and Sjin. I kinda want to talk to him but I know that I'll get the shit beaten out of me if I try with them around.
So instead, I write out a note and slot it carefully into his locker whilst feeling like the biggest stereotypical in love teenager. Because I swear every fucking girl and boy who's in love leaves notes in their crushes locker.
Not that I like Ross like that. Because that's called suicide.
I wait through the first two lessons before finally being able to go to my classy meeting point of choice- behind the school bins.
I lean up against the wall, feeling slightly nervous that he won't come. Until he does, that is.
I feel my heart drop when I see him (dammit, every god damn time...) and I try to remain calm.
"Alex?" That's new. He's never called me by my first name before. I decide I like it. "Why are we meeting behind the bins? I mean, I know the note said that it wasn't going to be rape or murder but I'm kinda nervous now..."
I chuckle quietly but get slightly distracted by him licking his lips.
"Well mate, it's not rape if it's with consent." I can't help but add and he splutters sightly in surprise. Probably because he thinks I'm just some weedy little (but tall) nerd.
"Anyway, I just wanted to ask you about last week. More specifically, why you only pretended to hit me."
He raises his eyebrows but I don't miss the flushing of his cheeks, "Does it matter?"
I nod, "Yeah, I've been curious about it all week, Ross."
"Well..." He licks his lips again and, in that moment, I feel an urge to move closer to him. To press my own lips to his. But for once, I ignore my instinct.
"Well, I don't really see why you deserved to be hurt." He says but I'm sure that he's lying.
"What about the other people that don't deserve to be hurt? You still hit them." I counter.
"I- I think they would notice if I didn't actually hit everyone, Smith!" Back to surname. Damn.
"Yeah, but I'm the only one that you haven't hit properly. Why only me?" I really hope that I am the only one as otherwise he'll know that I'm bullshiting.
"I- I have reasons, okay!" Bingo.
I attempt to push him into telling me, "What reasons though? Aren't you meant to hate me? Aren't you meant to be the popular jock with a hot girlfriend whist I'm the lonely nerd with only one friend? Hmm?"
He turns very red before mumbling, "What if I don't want it to be that way? What if I don't want to be the heartless bully with a cheerleader girlfriend and a reputation of ruthlessness? What if I wanted-" He cuts himself off, obviously scared that he'll say too much.
"Then you'll have to try harder to change it." I say quietly.
"And how would I do that?" His voice falls to match the volume of mine.
I ponder on his question before telling him, "Just follow your instinct. It's usually right."
He nods slowly before licking his lips, "And what if it's wrong?"
My instinct to kiss him comes back twice as hard and I think for a split second before saying with confidence, "It won't be."
And then I step forwards and press my lips against his, feeling a beautiful warmth pulse through me as we slowly kiss, in no rush to stop as we finally break the classic stereotype.

A/N- I think it went well. Did it go well? I hope it went well.
This was requested by AvatheBulldog so thank you for the ship and story idea (I hope it's as good as you imagined it ^-^).
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