HeRo (Sⓗort Stⓞrⓘⓔs)

It Can't Be Him pt. 1

Oh No!
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"Hurry up boys! We don't have all day!"

I sighed as I stepped into the locker room, smelling the distinct scent of sweat and cologne, mixed together to form aroma almost pungent. Coach Swan blew his whistle once more and most of the guys in the room raced out with their tail between their legs. I took my time taking my gym clothes off, trying not to gag at the strong smells permeating the room. I always stayed behind, skipping warm ups. Gym wasn't something I enjoyed; being a lean teenager with the athletic ability of a fork didn't earn me anymore of a title than "nerd." Of course, that would never stop the twisted attitude of mine, constantly starting trouble with other boys my age.

In the locker room, it was quiet, the only sound of my shirt hitting the floor gently. The grey green of the monotone doors was unpleasant, just like the whiff of sweaty balls and armpit.

I sometimes wished I could change the way things were. Having no friends, and being a number target for the football team wasn't ideal. I wanted something to change. I just didn't know how.

Just when I pulled on my jeans, I felt something touch my shoulder. My body jolted like electricity buzzing through my veins. I whipped around, gasping as I spotted the kid who grabbed me.

Jean Wilson towered above me, at six foot, and seemed to enjoy intimidating me. He had these strong brows, arched and dark, giving him a constant grimace. His high cheekbones complimented his thin top lip, and thicker bottom lip, setting off the tawny eyes of him. His almond eyes narrowed at me, and I couldn't help but frown. Fucking Jean, of all people.

"Yo nerd," he called out to me, smiling cruelly, like he knew what my reply would be. He was wrong.

"Hello imbecile jock, how can I help your small brain today?" I muttered, a grim line stretching my lips. I wasn't strong, not by a long shot, but I knew Jeans buttons, and I'd push for all I was worth.

I knew it would only provoke Jean, but I couldn't help it. He deserved it. The brute pushed me against the locker behind me, making my head knock roughly on the metal. The clang of the metal richocheted in my head, and i could help but let out a little ow.
Jean leaned close to my face, ignoring my flinch. I didn't want to admit it, but he smelled like peppermint.I also hated to admit I was a bit terrified of the guy. "Now listen here, nerd, I'm here to teach you a little lesson. Don't think I'll let that stunt you pulled yesterday go unnoticed."

Jean's upper lip curled into a snarl as he glared at me through squinted eyes.

I chuckled, albeit faintly. "How does it feel to fail science? I wouldn't know, I have a ninety seven." Jean apparently didn't appreciate my humor.

As his face turned red with rage, I sighed. "Fuck you, I'm hilarious," I said. He didn't think that was funny either. I guess my tastes didn't appeal to him.

His brain was too small to comprehend it anyhow. Silly me for trying to enlighten him with my words of hilarity.

Jean pushed me harder against the metal, arms on either side of my face. I could see the rage in his eyes; could smell the Axe deodorant; could sense impending doom. I watched him clock his fist and right as he was going to lay me out, suddenly he stopped. My eyes were squeezed shut, and I could hear a pin drop if I listened closely. My heart fluttered in my chest. Why wasn't he pounding my face in, like usual?

Had I finally gotten through to the six foot behemoth?

I opened one eye, to see why he stopped, when I noticed noticed a faint blue light glowing from inside my chest. My mind wasn't working correctly, and I didn't understand, until suddenly Jean's chest glowed up as well, only his was a pink color.