Not Your Average Cheerleader

NYAC - Part 17

I'm about halfway through the day now. I have Art, Music and Math before the day ends and I can finally go home. I wasn't expecting to attract so much attention today, but in saying that I shouldn't have expected anything less. I walked up to my locker to switch out my books for Art and opened up the door. I looked around for my sketch book and my case of art supplies, my locker was a bit of a mess, I was surprised that I was such a slob at school yet everything in my home was somewhat neat and tidy. I switched out my books and then closed the door, about to turn the head for class when I walked into someone's chest. I looked up and studied him for a second before sighing.

"Yes, Hayden?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"That depends"

""Why don't you like me?"

Wow. He finally got the picture. I straightened up my posture and clung my books and things to my chest.

"Hayden, there's multiple reasons and not enough time, I have to get to class."

I started to walk away from him and down the halls, As i turned the corner I could see Dan talking to someone, but like I was a radar or something, his eyes quickly flashed to me. I tried to look away, but that was pretty much done for me when Hayden took hold of my hand delicately and spun me back to look at him. I was close to him, closer then I planned to ever be.

"So make time, talk to me"

I sighed again and tried to take my hand away from him, but he only intertwined our fingers together. I gave him a look that said I was unimpressed.

"Hayden, you're my best friends brother, you're vulgar and rude, you know no boundaries and you don't know how to leave well enough alone. I'm not attracted to you, your mannerisms are poor, so please just leave me alone."

I ripped my hand away from his and turned around to see Dan standing in front of me, his eyes looked wild an crazed, like someone had just hurt his property or something, I didn't like where this was going. He leaned down to me and asked if I was okay, but I had no words, I simply nodded. Dan stood back up to his original height and gave a stern look to Hayden. Dan took his index finger and poked Hayden in the chest as to give him a warning.

"Stay away from her"

I stood there just watching the both of them, What were they doing, I wasn't either or theirs, so why were they fighting over me. like really. This was getting ridiculous. Hayden pretty much told Dan to fuck off and shoved him, little did he know that it was a tad too hard which cause Dan to topple over me, knocking my down to the ground. I tenderness of my body from the riddled bruises made everything hurt more than before. both Dan and Hayden gasped and rushed over to my aid, grabbing each arm to help me up. but I was over it. I shrugged them both off and picked up my belongings before walking away at a quick pace. This wasn't going to win either one of them points. Yes it was nice that Dan was coming to help me, but they way he went about it wasn't necessary, and then Hayden just doesn't think.

I made my way to the art rooms where I could hear both of them calling my name, but I just ignored it, I was in pain and needed to sit down. I walked into the room where there was already students seated and took my regular spot, sitting quietly awaiting for the class to start. Soon after I took my seat, both Hayden and Dan walked in, taking a seat on each of me, great. They were both trying to get me to talk to them but my face gave off a pissed off and frustrated expression, if only they would get it through their heads. The teacher started to come around with a hat in her hands, there were little pieces of paper inside with the name of every student in the class. our home work for the week was to pull a name out that wasn't ours, and draw a realistic portrait of them, but that class mate wasn't allowed to know that we were the ones drawing them. Secretly I had a knack for this kind of thing, so I already knew I had this in the bag.

slowly but sure the teacher comes around and the hat is in front of me. I dig my hand into the hat and pull out a piece of paper, she was about to walk off but I had to call her back as I had some how pulled out my own name. What are the chances. I dug around for a second time and pulled out a folded bit of paper. I sat back in my chair so either boy on the side of me could see, but when I opened up the piece of paper I smacked my head onto the table and groaned.

Dan Fucking Howell.

The both of them were questioning if I was okay, but I didn't respond, I simply got up from my seat and sat on the opposite side of the room, I wasn't in the mood to deal with either of them. The teacher gave us our work for the day and we went off in our own directions. I pulled out my pencil's and was about to get a start on my work when someone started to knock on the door. We all turned around in curiosity to see who it was, but when the principal walked through, we all went silent.

"Miss, If it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to take (Y/n) off your hands."

I looked at him, my eyes even widened a little. What the fuck did I do?