Six Boys and One "Nerd"

Chapter 12 - Nerds and Highschoolers

"What's your locker number sweetheart?" Asher asks whilst still carrying me. I don't understand why he keeps calling me sweetheart but I'm not complaining. "Well if you put me down I could just show you," I mutter. "Not a chance," Asher tells and then chuckles. He waits for me to tell him my locker number. "318" I mutter under my breath in defeat. "What was that sweetheart I didn't hear you." He smirks and then proceeds to tickle me. I start to laugh and try to push his hands away but they're the only thing holding me up at the same time so I give in. "Fine, you win it's 318 now stop tickling me!" I shout. He nods his head with a chuckle and then continues to walk.

He walks down a few long hallways until he stops and gently set me down off his shoulders. "Here we are, sweetheart, and guess what, your locker happens to be straight across from mine." He mentions whilst gesturing to the other side of the hallway. I glance over there and my eyes easily land on his locker. I already knew where it was as it was the only black spray painted one so it stood out against all the burgundy colored lockers. I remember the day he painted it and how furious Mrs. Sterns was but she didn't want to pay for a replacement locker so he got to keep it. "I think it needs some...extra flair," I mention with a smirk and then open up my locker. I pull out a pack of foam animal stickers that my mom had bought me to decorate my locker. I rummage through them until I find an orange tiger. Then I walk over and stick it on his locker. I turn towards him and say "all done!" with a giggle.

He walks over and touches the sticker, examining it. "I'm guessing that you want me to keep it on there?" He asks with a smirk. I unintentionally gaze into his smokey grey eyes. I never realized how pretty they were. "Forever," I say with a wink. Then I turn and walk across the hallway to my locker. I grab my books for Biochemistry. I leave my locker and head upstairs to the lab for biochemistry, popping my earbuds in on the way there.

I walk into the classroom just as the bell rings and sit at my assigned table next to Jeremiah. I hear a bunch of whispers such as "who's the new girl?" and "Damn she's hot." I curiously glance up to see who they are talking about but I realize that all eyes are fixated on me. I glance down at my outfit and smirk.

"Okay class listen up! It's time for roll call. When I read your name aloud please respond with here." Everyone nods their heads. She starts through the roster and I zone out until I hear my name. "Emerson Green?" She questions and looks up scanning the room for the familiar face. I nod my head and say, "over here." Instantly the room burst into conversation. Hell, even Mrs. Evergreen has a look of shock on her face. She quickly recovers and tries to silence the class but fails miserably. A classmate shouts, "That's who it is! But she's so hot now, how is that even possible?" I smirk at this comment.

"Settle down class or I will gladly give detentions!" Mrs. Evergreen shouts and the class instantly quiets down. Mrs. Evergreen starts the lesson and the class remains quiet except for a few whispers here and there. I relax back into my chair and listen to Mrs. Evergreen explain the periodic table. Jeremiah pokes my side so I glance over at him. "You look good in my cap," He whispers to me with a wink. I smile at him in response and feel my cheeks start to heat up.

Suddenly the door burst open causing a few people to shriek in fear. In wheels a rushed and tired looking Miles.  He hands Mrs. Evergreen a slip of paper and waits for her to finish reading the paper. "Okay, class I'm sure you know who this is however, from now on Miles will be in this class period instead. It looks like you'll be sitting next to Ms. Green too, she's over there" She mentions and then points to the seat on the other side of me. Miles wheels over to the chair and pushes it out of the way. He parks his wheelchair in the spot instead.

Miles barely has a chance to get settled before the bell rings and the room erupts with the sound of chairs screeching as kids rush to get out of here and chat about what happened in class. I exit the classroom as well and start walking towards my next class, History. I begin to hear someone wheel up behind me. I slow my steps waiting for him to catch up. When he finally does he whines, "It's not fair, she changed all my classes around when I'm the one who's hurt! It should be the other way around." I smirk. "Why are you even in a wheelchair?" I ask with a look of confusion. "Well, you see when some badass nerd decided to push me down a flight of stairs and during the process I fractured my ankle, see the cast." He tells me in an annoyed tone and points to his cast on his foot.

For the first time, I notice the cast and feel a little guilty.  "Oh sorry," I tell him and we walk/wheel in silence for a little while. "What about football?" I ask with sudden curiosity. "Can't play for six to eight weeks. I'm lucky though. They said it was a hairline fracture so I'll be able to play sports as soon as I get this dumb thing off my ankle." He tells me whilst looking at his cast in defeat.