Meeting Artie Abrams(fanfiction)

Crippled

                  

Hazel's POV :

I can't believe how big this school is. To get to my first class I knew I needed to find some help. I scanned the crowded hallway. There sure is a lot of jocks and cheerleaders at this school. My eyes stopped as they came upon a boy in a wheel chair. I could see at first glance he was trying to avoid attention but the wheel chair wasn't helping. As soon as I stepped to ask him directions to the history room, a jock came up behind him. I watched in shock as he took the back of his chair and shook it hard causing the boy to fly out the chair. I ran to help him as I tried to hold back the tears I could feel welling in my eyes.  Instead of someone standing up to the jock they laughed. As soon as he was in his chair and my tears were in control I looked at him. He wasn't really my taste. I don't think I could handle dating a boy in a wheel chair and watch him get tormented every day. That's devastating. He had sky blue eyes and glasses.  Short brown hair that laid perfectly on his forehead. His fashion sense was kind of dorky if you ask me. He wore a sweater vest with a white collared button down, khakis, and dress shoes. I immediately labeled him; nerdy prep. He held out his hand.

"I'm artie. You must be new", he said with a friendly smile.

I couldn't believe he could smile after what had just happened. He almost seemed to be used to it like he was expecting something like this to happen. He stared me deeply into the eyes which I wasn't used to. He seemed to be analyzing me like I was some science experiment. I did NOT appreciate that. So I decided I didn't need his help anymore.

"Hazel" I said. Then, I walked away.

Don't get me wrong the boy was adorable. I just feel better I say they aren't good enough for me instead of me saying I'm not good enough for them. I spent my life feeling worthless and I rather feel confident and happy with myself then to be crushing on a boy who deserves someone way better than me. It's just easier. So I decided to push the feelings I had for him decided to ask a teacher for help because they are least likely to be mean and give me the wrong directions.  I stop to talk to a tall handsome curly haired man.

"Hi, I'm hazel and I was wondering if you could show me the where history room is"', I said with false confidence.

"Sure", he said, "I'm Mr. Shuester, the Spanish teacher and the history room is down this hall and around the corner first door on the left".

"Thanks so much"

"No problem have a great first day"

And with that I walked away.