the nerd you can't hate for long (boyxboy)

"fight back a little!"

I saw Olive looming before me with a look of total dismay on her face. I must have made for a truly pathetic sight, it has to be said. “Come here then,” Olive sighed, holding her arms out to me in order to get me down. She has always been a good head and shoulders taller than me, which comes in handy when you’re stuck on a coat hook. Gripping me as firmly as she could, she lifted me up off the hook and helped me safely onto the ground. Then she gave me a big hug as I stifled the urge to cry and wail into her arms.

I couldn’t even hug her back as my hands were still tied up behind me. She spun me round and began tugging at the rope, slowly but surely getting it to unknot.

“This is ridiculous Scotty, they can’t keep getting away with this. You have to do something about it!”

I didn’t need to tell her who was responsible for this particular incident. It was always the same guy and his bunch of cronies. Taylor Raven. King of the school tennis court and head of the Scotty Williams hate campaign.

Olive finally snapped my hands free from the rope and I shook them about to regain feeling in my fingers.

“It doesn’t matter Ol, there’s no point. He’s untouchable in this stupid school. It’s only going to make him worse if I say anything.”

I turned back around to face her, taking in her exasperated expression. Olive is actually an exceedingly beautiful girl, but she manages to hide it well. Her glorious mane of thick, untameable, blonde hair doesn’t quite fit the stereotypical Havensdale standard of style, plus her long, skinny arms and legs seem

to trip her up wherever she walks.

She also wears thick glasses and braces, which have always labelled her as a bit of a geek by the popular crowd. I simply adore her exactly how she is, but sadly the rest of the school seems to mock any girl without a fashion sense they deem socially acceptable.

Luckily, Olive couldn’t give two hoots about what her peers think about her. She stood beside me with her hands on her hips, her tone of voice heading into full-on head girl lecture mode.

“If you’re not going to alert someone about this, and I strongly suggest you should, then can’t you at least start sticking up for yourself? Stop letting him get at you all the time. Fight back a little!”

I knew she was right, but it was easier said than done.

“It’s all well and good to say that Olive, but it’s a different matter when there’s a whole bunch of meatheads ganging up on you. What was I supposed to do?”

Olive shook her head, her blonde curls tumbling all around her heart-shaped face. “Oh, I don’t know Scotty, surely you could think of something? You’re the smartest guy in Havensdale, couldn’t you have used your dazzling wit to talk yourself down?” I gave a sarcastic laugh. “Oh yeah, I’m sure my dazzling wit would work wonders with the Brainless Baker Boys!” My number one assailant Taylor Raven was actually very smart, but his two henchmen were anything but. Billy and Bobby Baker were identical twins, both with shaved

(and no I’m not making that up)

heads and more muscle than sense. They were in the bottom of every academic class and had barely made the grades to get accepted into the school's sixth form. However, they simply shone when they were out on the sports field.

Whether it was football, rugby or tennis, they seemed to have a knack for any game they tried their hand at, as well as the ability to barge violently past any opponent that got in their way

(which tended to be a tactic that worked less so well in tennis, but they still gave it their best shot).

As I’m a person on the more petite side of the spectrum, it was never going to end well once The Brainless Baker Boys set their sights on me.

Between them, they shoved me up on that coat hook like I weighed nothing more than paper. Olive was now pacing around the changing rooms, her anger almost

visibly rising from her gangly body. “I really hate those guys! What on earth did you do that was so wrong to make them turn on you like this? I don’t think I can keep standing by and watching it happen anymore!” I put my hands on her shoulders to stop her frantic pacing and knocked my forehead affectionately against hers.

“It doesn’t matter Ol. Honestly, I’m fine. There’s only a year and a half to go, then we’ll both be off living brilliant lives at uni. And when we’re big successes, they’ll still be rotting away here with nothing but their precious memories of school sports day to keep them warm at night.”

Olive gave a little laugh, showing off the braces on her teeth

(adult braces, she would hasten to tell you).

She knew I was right. School was always going to be rubbish for kids like us

who were clever and motivated and not afraid to stand out from the crowd. But we were smart enough to know this hellish little microcosm was merely a tiny fishbowl in the grand scheme of things.

It was just a case of sticking it out. Sometimes I wondered if I should have transferred over to another college in the city, particularly when the bullying was getting so bad for me. But Havensdale Sixth Form was the most academic of all the local colleges and the best place for me to achieve the grades I so badly wanted.

I couldn’t risk going somewhere else that wouldn’t run the same level of courses.

Besides, there was no way that I was leaving my best friend. “I know you’re right,” Olive replied to me.
“I’m just worried about you. This isn’t right Scotty! You don’t have to keep putting on a brave face all the time. Taylor Raven is a total bully and it’s about time someone put him in his place. Seriously, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll get him reported to the right people.”

I shook my head. “You know he’s Havensdale’s golden boy. And you also know his Dad funds half of the building. The most he’ll get is a slap on the wrist and then I’ll have even more hell to pay.”

Taylor’s father, Alan Raven, was a retired professional tennis player

(hence where Taylor got his talent at the game)

and was an incredibly rich man. The whole Raven family lived on a massive estate on the outskirts of the city and funded the school very nicely indeed with generous donations of their wealth.

It was pretty much an unwritten rule that in return they expected preferential treatment for their son.

Whatever trouble Taylor got into, the Head

mistress of the school Mrs. Patricks always seemed to turn a blind eye. Not to mention he received plenty of extra coaching and opportunities to represent Havensdale in tennis matches all across the country. It always seemed that Olive forgot this very important point when she was giving me her usual Scotty-pep-talk.

She opened her mouth to argue with me, but I cut her off. “No arguments! It’s pointless and it’s just going to cause more upset for me and my Mum. She doesn’t need any more stress. I’m just keeping my head down and ignoring the stupid idiots.” I knew that my Mum would worry herself sick if she knew about Taylor’s stupid little stunt and it wasn’t worth it. Not when she was finally getting over what had happened to us a few years ago.

That day when....

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