Rescue Me

Chapter One

            While walking through the chaotic halls of Hell- I mean high school, I couldn't feel more subjected to idiocy.  It's like there is only a handful- less, if you ask me- of decent, right-minded people in this school.  The delinquents, misfits, whatever you want to call them, I don't care- stand on opposite ends of the hallway, tossing paper balls in the air at each other, leaving the hallways littered with paper, the mess so deep, I literally have to drag my feet.  They are the #1 reason why nature hates us.  The geniuses, or nerds, as the are most commonly called, practically blockade the halls as they stand side by side, clinging to one another as they contemplate string theory.  The emos walk like they're dead, glaring at everyone and looking like the zombie apocalypse has occurred.  The fake sluts, or "Barbies", as I like to call them, are draped over the bonehead jocks like clothing.  And the oh so lovely moron jocks are going through their daily routine- Next step: Pick on the "New Kid". 

            Well, I say "New Kid"; He came here at the end of last year, but he's the newest kid we've had since then.  Every day it's the same thing; go up to the poor kid, knock his books out of his hands, push him into the lockers, and whispering menacing, unintelligent threats to him, the kid cowers stupidly, because that only satisfies them and urges them for more.  I feel bad for him; I mean, he never did anything wrong.  I don't actually know his name, or much about him, but what little I do know about, he seems like a decent, good guy.  All I know is that he's really shy, awkward, and quiet, and also that he's freaking brilliant, and British to top it off.  He's not that bad looking either; what with his muscular build, tall stature, wavy brown hair, and deep, warm brown eyes.

            As I walk down the halls to my locker, I hear the ever annoying, unmistakable, cruel laughter of the douche bags- I mean jocks.  I shake my head, rolling my eyes, but keep on walking.  I shouldn't get caught up in all that.  It's not my problem.  I reach my locker and start to pile my stuff in, ready to go home.  I hear them gradually coming closer, but I ignore it.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the idiots shove the kid.  Poor guy.  What I don't notice is how hard they shove him.  That's when something hard rams into my side, knocking me off balance.  I anticipate the fall, preparing to hit the cold, hard ground.  But to my surprise, the impact does not come.  I feel cold, strong hands wrap around my arms and steady me.  I open my eyes and look up to see the good looking "New Kid", towering over me.  He looks shocked and embarrassed, and a little panicked as he stares down at me.  I can faintly see a red blush play across his fair cheeks.  After a moment he snaps his attention to the floor, the blush darkening.

            "S-sorry."  He mutters in his thick, husky accent.  With that, he flips on his hood and brushes past me, briskly walking away, not looking behind him.  I stand there, a little shocked, for what reason, I have no idea.  Once I finally bounce back to reality, I shut my locker and glare at the jocks, who chuckle in return.  I then walk out of the school and walk the short distance to my house.  I go to bed early, just barely escaping the unbearable screaming, and thinking to myself.  What is it about the "New Kid" that intrigued me?  I decide to forget about it and sleep.  That's when his handsome face popped into my mind.  Crap.