Nerds and Heroes

#2: Lockers and Rumours

A comfort zone is a good place, but nothing ever grows there.
- Anonymous

#2: Lockers and Rumours

As I walked through the hallway with Amelia, my best friend, I didn't fail to notice all the students grouped together, surrounding some sort of digital device.

"What's that all about?" I voiced my thoughts gesturing towards another group of freshman crowded into the side.

"I have no idea. Don't you think if I did I'd be joining them?" she said. She was slightly snappy today because she was up all night completing one of her assignments.

"Uh-huh." I agreed once we reached our lockers.

Both our lockers were side by side and they were also the reason of our friendship. Amelia and I hadn't known each other since a young age like most friendships this strong. We'd actually started talking because we were locker buddies and we immediately clicked.

I whirled in my combination beginning my usual routine of exchanging books and riding up my locker.

"Stupid locker." I heard somebody mutter from my right.

I glanced over to see a tired looking --- fumbling with his lock.

My heart beat fastened a bit at the sight of his slightly messy dark brown lock and his dark brown eyes which were focusing on his combination. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans paired with vans.

It totally baffled me how somebody could look so perfect without even trying.

By now, you've probably picked up the fact that I have a small crush on him. I mean, who doesn't?

With his infallible genes, his notorious tricks and his general bad boy attitude, more than half the female population would happily bow down to his feet.

...Sadly for all of us, he doesn't really interact with girls. The only times he's been seen with them are at occasional parties where he makes out with them, but nothing more.

The thing that fascinated me about him was that he could've been a player if he wanted, but he wasn't. He could've easily been a jock, but he wasn't. And he could easily take part in all the bullying, but he doesn't.

"Are you just going to stare, or are you actually going to help me?" he asked impatiently, not turning to look at me.

If only he wasn't so rude.

I rolled my eyes, but wordlessly moved in front of his locker causing him to step back. I could feel his breath fanning the back of my head and the heat resonating from his chest as it was inches away from my back.

To say that my mind was fully concentrating on the task at hand would be a total lie.

I gently spun in his combination which I had memorised years ago.

It was common for --- to become so frustrated that he wouldn't be able to open his locker because he still hadn't figured out that the key to getting into it was to be gentle.

"I loosened it." he said arrogantly once it swung open.

I narrowed my eyes at him as I stepped away from his locker, "It's a locker, not a bottle top."