5SOS Imagines vol. 2

The Nerd-AI

YOUR POV

I groaned as my face hit the floor. Another day at school, another day being tortured. And all because I was smart. Is being intelligent really that bad? I was a nerd, yeah. But I tried not to let it get to me all that much. I may be bullied for it, but at least I know I'll be off to college within the next year. As for these jocks... well, the only way they'll get into college is with a sports scholarship.

I stood up and balanced myself. I watched as the football players walked away laughing. I rolled my eyes and picked up my books that had fallen to the floor. I winced as I put weight onto my left leg. My ankle was replete with pain. I must have twisted it when I fell. Great. Just great. It's bad enough that they bully me, but to leave damage just seemed superfluous. A person would have to be sick in the brain to get joy from seeing someone else in pain.

I trudged toward my next class, which just so happened to be the class I had with my crush. His name was Ashton. He wasn't a jock, thank God. He was a drummer in a band with three of his friends. He's hot, let me tell you. He's got a perfectly toned chest and torso that is just screaming to break free when he wears a tight shirt, his hair hangs in long golden curls, and his eyes glow a beautiful hazel color that I've never seen in my life. And unlike most rockstars, he's not egocentric. He cares a lot about his friends. The only reason I know this is because his friend Luke gets a hard time from the jocks as well, and Ashton is always there to back him up. I admired Ashton for his drumming skills. I hear him once in a while practicing in the music room when I stay after school to work on homework. He's very talented, and I think he and his band will go far.

The class started and I zoned out for some odd reason. This rarely happens. Usually I only zone out when I have no work to do. Instead, I found myself glancing over at Ashton constantly, only looking away when his eyes darted in my direction.

The bell rang and I heard my name called out, along with another. "Ms. (y/l/n), Mr. Irwin. Can I see you two for a moment please," my teacher said. I nervously walked, well limped, over to the teachers desk. Ashton stood next to me. I could feel his heat radiating onto my arm. "So, I've asked you to stay for a few minutes because I wanted to talk about Ashton's grade in this class." I looked up at Ashton and watched as his head fell. "It's clear that English Literature is not your finest subject, Mr. Irwin, but I do know you are a smart young gentleman. You just need to work harder."

"I work as hard as I can, sir," Ashton said. "I just don't understand the material."

"That's why (y/n) is here. She will be your tutor throughout the rest of the year." What? I was going to tutor my crush? I don't know how long I can go without making a fool of myself.

"Mr. Schmidt, sir, I don't know if I can-"

"Of course you can, (y/n). I know you are more than capable than teaching Mr. Irwin the fascinations of literature." I just nodded my head. "Good. Now it is up to you two to decide your schedule. I will see you both tomorrow."

Ashton and I walked out of the classroom together. I was a little slower than him considering my ailment. Ashton looked back at me and asked, "Did you want to start tonight?"

My head shot up to look at his gorgeous face. "Ummm sure. Is the library alright with you?"

"It's perfect," he said and flashed me a smile. Oh how beautiful that smile was. We walked to the library and as soon as we stepped through the door, he asked, "Why are you limping?"

"Oh, I twisted my ankle when I fell." I half lied.

"Did you really?" Here's that selfless, caring person I liked so much.

"Yeah. Well, sorta."

"Tell me."

"The jocks kinda pushed me down while I was at my locker," I mumbled, but he heard.

"They bother you too? What the hell? Do they not know how to be respectful? I swear, Luke get's it too. They never result to touching him though because I stop it before they can," he said as we sat down.

"Luke's lucky he has you," I mentioned. I bent down to pull out my text books, Ashton doing the same. "They bully me because I'm smart. At least I'm pretty sure that's what it is because they always call me 'nerd' or 'dork' or 'geek'. And some worse things," I said pulling my sweater sleeve over the scars on my arm. I know I said I don't let it get to me, but sometimes its just too much.

"That's such bullshit. I find intelligence sexy. Its attractive when a girl is smart. You have good conversations, she gets a career in something she loves, she finds creative ways to do things. Its complete bullshit that they bully you for it." I smiled shyly and nodded. "By the way, I saw you glancing at me in class today."

"What?" I said, my face turning red.

"I saw you looking at me in class. I see it everyday. I always notice when you look away. But to be honest, the only reason I see you looking at me is because it just so happens to be when I turn my head to look at you."

"Y-you look at me during class too?"

"Yes I do. I like you, (y/n). And I regret all those times I chickened out when I tried talking to you." I felt my face turn even hotter. "And now I finally have the guts to ask you out."

"Yes."

"Yes as in you will go out with me?"

"Yes," I smiled an all teeth smile.

"Great!" He smiled back and rested his hand on mine. "Do you know what else I think is bullshit?"

"Hmm?"

"This," he said and lifted my sleeve up. So he had noticed. I dropped my head and tried to retract my arms, but he held my hands in place. "This is bullshit. You are too beautiful and too smart to hurt yourself. It isn't going to change anything." I nodded. "Promise me you'll stop."

"I promise," I said and I meant it.

"How about after this tutoring session, I take you out for coffee?"

"I'd like that."

"And then after that, I'll take you home and we'll take care of that ankle of yours."

"Yes, please." I laughed.

Ashton laughed along with me. We cracked open the books and I proceeded to teach him what metaphors and similes were, knowing it be a lot easier to understand the material if he could identify what they are.

Needless to say, the night was great.