The Ultimate Catch ( A Cole Pendery / IM5 Fan Fiction )

Chapter 1

" Korra look out ! " My best friend Carston yelled before I feel myself getting shoved down a flight of stairs. 

" Shut up Evans ! This is between us and Morgan here ! " I hear the all too familiar voice of Grace Findley. She's the bully I've had to deal with since freshman year and now I'm a Junior. I don't even know what I did to her to make her hate me so much in the first place. It's like she saw me and instantly hated me ,which honestly I can't imagine why. I'm not popular or rich or anything ,and I've barely ever said anything to her so it can't be something I said.

" Hope you had a nice fall loser ! " She calls down the stair after me before turning and walking away with her crew. She made sure to push Carston into the walls first though for trying to warn me. 

Honestly I love that Carston's my best friend without her I would have nobody at this horrible school. She's the only person who's ever stuck up for me and that's actually how we became friends in the first place. She's a little more outgoing than me but she definatly isn't popular ,and is still amazingly shy when it comes to talking to people. It's funny though because we look like complete opposites and act so alike. She has super long chocolate brown hair that's always in naturally messy curls and I have shorter white blonde, straight as can be hair ( also naturally ) . Her style is more of a tomboyish rocker look ,and I tend to be more mildly girly and laid back. She has freckles that cross over her nose and cheeks and dimples and I only have a few freckles on my cheeks. The one similarity ,and I love that we share this, is our eye color. It's always changing from green to blue and sometimes it's even a grey color. 

Carston runs down the stairs and helps me pick up my things before helping me stand up. When I fell I hit my knee pretty hard and I'm sure there will be a bruise there later ,so I'm glad today I wore jeans so I can hide it. I haven't told anybody about getting bullied because it's never really been anything I can't handle. I'm not a whiner and plus I don't want to bother other people with my problems. I feel terrible that Carston has to deal with people picking on her because she's my friend but she rufuses to care. I don't understand her sometimes but I'm sure she feels the same way about me too. 

On the plus side to being rudely pushed down the stairs my next class, science ( whichever one I'm taking this year because I don't remember ), is literally just across the hall from the stairs so I don't have to walk far. Sadly I only have 3 classes with Carston and this isn't one of them ,but it's one of the classes I have with this guy I kind of like. His name is Cole Pendery ,and I guess it's sorta stupid to like him because he's a popular. I can't help it though he's not like the rest of the populars. They're all rude and hatteful to everybody but he's actually nice. And I've seen on more than one occasion where he's helped out a nobody kid like me whether it was buying their lunch because they forgot their money ,or just stopping a bully from beating the crap out of them. 

I walk into class and go to my seat as if what just happened never occured. I just hope nobody notices me limping today. Who am I kidding nobody will notice that me anymore than they already do. When I sit down in my seat I look up and realize we have a substitute. Well this out to be fun. They all hate me whether they know me or not. Well that and math teachers of any kind, but that's another story. 

Suddenly a folded up piece of paper lands on my desk. What the heck ? Who would be trying to talk to me ? I don't have any friends in this class and nobody in here even knows my name. I reluctantly open it and can't believe what I'm reading.  The note read:

I saw what happened to you on the stairs. That wasn't right what they did but before I could do anything you were already at the bottom and the girls had walked off. I'm sorry that happened to you. 

I look around both shocked and confused. Who would write something like this ? I mean they said they were going to do something but were too late ,so they had to be close by. But I didn't see anybody from this class on the stairs with me. Finally I put the note inside my binder and pay attention to the sub talking at the front of the room. She looks about mid twenties with sandy blonde hair and hazel green eyes. She's wearing a very flattering dress and I have to admit she's pretty. I have a pretty good feeling the guys are going to enjoy this class more than they normally would.