Miss Atomic Bomb | a.i

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The library was silent, as always. I was sat on the scratchy yellow carpet in the corner of the schools library, nothing unusual. My shift for the shoe store didn't start until at least 6pm so I let myself relax in the same spot I sat in nearly every day, and read.

I was never really a popular guy. Good grades, quiet, never got into trouble. I never felt the need to be known or to have a numeral amount of friends at once. I was secure being the guy that nobody needed. I convinced myself I was fine with that. Which I was.

The only person who ever really kept me on my feet, was Calum. Him and I had been friends for god knows how long. We were uncomfortably close and we both considered ourselves as the complete opposite of popular and decided to stick together from day one. We did everything together including drooling over girl's that we could never score, chuckling over stupid comic book references, and playing shitty computer games.

"Hey, Ash, we're closing up bud.." Mrs Corey, the librarian, whispers to me from above. I pry my eyes away from the book that I've read at least over a thousand times. The Hobbit never succeeded to unplease me. Tolkien was really a genius.

"Oh uh, I'll be right out, ma'am." I whisper with my hands cupped around my mouth for the woman to hear.

"Oh! Are you checking that out again.. Boy you sure do enjoy a good re-read, don't you boy?" the librarians always seemed to get along with me. They had been supporting me with their books and giving me special treatment since freshmen year and they never disappointed me.

"Hah, yeah I guess." I scratch the back of my neck and grab my bag from the floor, slipping it over my head and letting it rest on my shoulder. I slid my large glasses off, carefully placing them in my side pants pocket. I hated when people saw me in those things, I always believed that I looked terrible in them.

Mrs Corey silently checked me out from the library, handing me the brilliant novel and smiling, as Mr Sterling shushed some other teenagers that were whispering by the round tables. He winked at me and I waved as I walked out.

I sighed as I left the large building, already exhausted from the school day and just tired from the thought of going to work. It was a boring job, just sitting at the cash register with my hand on my head almost falling asleep half of the time, but it was a decent job, money wise. At least it wasn't some sleazy, smelly fast food restaurant that Calum worked at.

After about ten to fifteen minutes of walking with the black ear phones stuck in my ear, I finally stood in front of the small white counter in the mall at the shoe center. I set my bag underneath it and sat in the chair, ready for another boring four hours of sitting here and beeping tags, when I see two familiar guys walk into the store. My eyes burn in disgust from the sight as I bury my head into my blue sweater. I pick at the ends of my sleeves, trying to hide myself from the boys but fail.

"Hey water boy, didn't know you worked here." The one and only Luke Hemmings smirked at me, biting down on his stupid lip ring. His friend stood next to him with his head up, keeping silent.

"Y-yeah. Hi Luke" I stutter. Luke was basically the head of the school. He had it all. He was the best player on the Lynn Monroe High School soccer team, got all the ladies, and was just on a completely different, not to mention higher, level then me. He never payed attention to me, the water boy, but I knew that he was a total jerk. He constantly laughed in others faces and slapped girls ass. One day I'd like to slap the smirk off of his pretty not face but I'm too much of a pussy.

"So, you want to show Michael and I some shoes or.." Luke began to shove his hands in his pocket. He raised his eyebrow at me, waiting for me to come out from the counter. Michael Clifford was just the side kick. He was just as delusional and vicious as Luke, they were the inseparable best friends that picked on people and made them miserable.

"Yeah I mean, are you looking f-for anything specific?" There's that stupid little stutter again, biting me in the ass. Why did I always do that?

"Just maybe some vans, hurry though, will you? Me and him got new chicks and need to get back to the car, so come on kid." Luke spits in my face, stepping closer to me and getting in my face. Luke wasn't very much taller then me, maybe five inches more as well as his friend, but I was still terrified more then anything of him.

"S-sure" I mentally thump myself on the head for being a little frightened nerd.

After about ten minutes of searching for he perfect shoes, Luke decided I go with just the plane issue of black vans and I rang him up at the counter with shaky hands. The white totaled paper finally came out of the machine. I ripped it off and put it in the small bag, handing it to Luke and giving him a half smile as well as Michael.

"Luke! Are you almost done, I'm hungry!" A voice shouts from behind Luke from the double doors at the entrance.

Behind Luke was a girl I had never seen before. I sworn I had never seen her face before in my life, but then again Luke did say he was going out with some 'new chick', so I was expecting this. The girl was almost scary though. Nothing Luke Hemmings would date. I had always seen the punk shit with a lip ring a leather jackets to score a skank with big boobs and a fake tan, but no. This one was way different. Better. Frightening, but way better.

The girl had on scruffed up, black combat boots. They fit her well and she wore them with a sharp pair of black tights. Her hair cascaded down her back that was covered in a blue jean jacket and her beautiful green eyes stuck out easily.

Her hand was rested on her hips as I continued to stare at her big red lips. She was less then five feet away from me when I noticed a small cut on the upper left corner of her lip. It was cute and went along with her little punk-rocker facade. What a fit girl. But of course, I was stopped by the almighty Luke Hemmings.

"Eyes to yourself, water boy." Luke whispered to me and scurried off to the girl behind him. He never called me anything but water boy. I'm not every sure if him and Michael even knew my real name. I gulped as he put his arm around the girls shoulder, kissing her once on the neck and making her giggle.

"Stop, Luke.." She laughs at him as he continues to slobber all over her pale neck. Her laugh sounded as if it came from the angels above.

"See ya, kid" Michael says his last words as the boys, and lovely lady, make their way out of the store. I sigh as the hottest girls I had ever seen walks out of the shop with my worst enemy. Isn't this just great.