Be My Savior.

Accidents Happen.

~Mahina's Pov~

"Dana, trust me. I know Jon and he would never do that to you. He loves you. Just confront him about it, please?" I reasoned with Dana, the girl who sat with me in Maths, standing next to her rusted public school locker, leaning my shoulder on it.

"I don't know Hina, he's been acting really suspicious..." The bleached blonde reasoned back, her face worried into a deep frown. "What else would be up if he wasn't cheating?"

"Dana, there are hundreds of other things he could be doing." I looked at her trying to get my point across, obviously failing when she didn't relax in the slightest. I thought deeply for a minute, coming up with as many ideas as possible, before narrowing it down to the most logical ones, then it hit me.

"You guys' anniversary!" I exclaimed loudly in the half empty hallway, an echo bouncing all the way down to the english wing, grabbing her shoulders softly, shaking her.

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe I didn't think of that!" She said bringing her hand to her forehead, quite literally, facepalming, "Its tomorrow!"

I grinned and chuckled as she ran away down the hall to find her boyfriend of a year, apparently, tomorrow. "Welcome!" I called to her retreating figure, knowing she wouldn't hear.

I did a swift turn around as I heard the bell ring, a smile gracing my face at the thought of helping somebody. As free period was next I grabbed my phone from my pocket and started to make my way to my locker.

But then of course, I, a skilled archer and acrobatic specialist, did an idiotic thing.

I ran into head on into someone.

Not just someone.

A huge, beefy, senior football player. Let me tell you now, it wasn't one of the nice ones that will trade me flowers for cookies.

As I'm still only sophomore, if he's mad, I'm dead. I mean, I'd be dead even if I was a senior, as far as he's knows, I'm a 5' 4" twig to step on.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I apologized, grabbing the papers that scattered from my bag at his feet, my Forensic Science essay now trashed by his muddy sneakers.

While I was busy picking up the papers from his feet, he decided to show off to his friends a bit, I'm assuming at least. "Well hey, while you're down there why don't you make yourself useful." At the sexual tone of his voice I realized how close I was to his... dingly-dangly-diddly-ding-dong.

Now let me tell you something before you read ahead and find out on your own, sexual harassment? Definitely something I will fight till I stop breathing. And, sadly, I too will fight physically.

"You sexist pig!" I spoke loudly, drawing attention as I stand tall (as tall as 5' 4" can be), my hand flying across his cheek before I turn away and sprinting down the halls to the library.

You may be thinking I'm overreacting, but I have sisters, many sisters, and if I can do anything to make sure they grow up safe in the world, I will.

My face was obviously flush, whether it was from anger or the fact that I now had to exercise, I wasn't really sure.

I wished my best friend was aloud to have a phone because, Gods, she'd be receiving quite the rant right now.

I groaned and found an empty corner of the library before flopping onto the ground with a thud. "Fricking school, with concrete under its carpets..." I was mumbling angrily to myself, looking quite sane mind you, when a voice interrupted my angry floor pouting time.

"Oh uhm, are you okay?" Raspy voice? Cool, nice, I'm fine yup.

I tilted my head to the side from where it was face down in the carpet. "This floor is taken, if you want to grumpily lay down too, you're gonna need to find somewhere else to lay."

"Well darn, I was really looking forward to mourning my fish's death in front of the Herbert Hoover autobiographies." Sarcasm too? I'm good I swear.

"Yeah. Well, old Herbie really gets me, try Thomas Edison, I hear he's a good listener." At this point I figured it was time to sit up and be an adult, ish.

Oh gods, he's flawless. Tan, brown eyes, brunette, large grin. I'm so screwed. Pull it together Mahina, you will not propose today.

"Well, at least let me be polite and introduce myself. I am Cory of the Roe sorts, mechanic and inventor, extraordinaire, currently working on a machine that holographically makes it look like i'm awake while I sleep in class. According to my detention next week, it has yet to work."

I grin at the dorky introduction. "I see, so the reason you're currently hanging out in my moping corner of the library is not to mourn your fish, but to mourn you failure?" I hoped he understood my sarcasm, because if not, I probably sounded saltier than a McDonald's large fry.

He scoffed jokingly. Did he get it? Heck yes, I may have a new sarcastic friend! Score! "Puh-leeze. I'm only in here to hide my blueprints. And by the way I am still deeply hurt by Sir Nicholas' passing."

I smiled and stuck out my hand. "Okay, you've passed. I'm Mahina Callum, a fun sized butt whooping machine, non mechanic. Currently I am ridding the world of jocks with mouths bigger than their egos, and brains smaller than their love lives, one linebacker at a time."

He started shaking my hand at the beginning of my introduction, and by the end of it his hand was over his mouth trying to quiet his laughter. Quite a few shushes were heard from around us, but we ignored them.

"This is the start of a beautiful friendship." Cory stated, looking at me, his dopey grin still on his face

And honestly, I couldn't help but agree.