A Badboy, Some Football & A Nerd

Chapter V: No Problem Señorita

I never made it to Biology, there was no point anyway. Mr Matthews would just give me a detention anyway, despite the fact Principal Charming told him I was being borrowed.

Which made me feel great, just like I was a bit of property. And not a living breathing human. But that's probably what I was to Charming; school property.

I stuck to wandering the halls. The lesson only had fifteen minutes left, and no one else was out in the halls. Deciding to go on circles around the schools before going to my class, I turned around a corner and bumped into a wall, falling flat on my ass.

When I looked up, it wasn't really a wall, just Casey. I glared up at him as he laughed, not even offering me a hand up. But I didn't expect that anyway.

"Whatcha doing down there, Ass?" He questioned using that annoying nickname, he had given me a couple years back.

"My name is Athena Stephanie Cecil." I said emphasising the C in Cecil. "With a C. C-E-C-I-L. And once again, Casey is a girls name."

His jaw clenched. "Casey is a unisex name." I hit a soft spot, I knew he didn't like me calling him a girl. "So, answer my question."

"The floor looked lonely, so I wanted to give it a hug." I moved my hand slowly along the tiling, probably making myself look like an idiot.

Casey just laughed. "Whatever you say Ass."

As I tried to stand up, he pushed roughly on my head, causing me to bounce back onto the floor.

"What're you doing out of class anyway?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I could ask the same thing of you." I used the same tone of voice he had.

He waved around a little yellow slip, a movement note. "Going to see Sir."

Of course. "Ooh the infamous Casey Cornwall is going to see the Principal. What did he do this time?" I faked gasping.

"Famous," he corrected.

"What?" I stared at him.

"The famous Casey Cornwall." He smiled smugly down at me.

"Yeah, whatever." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Would you like a hand up?" Casey asked, raising an eyebrow at me again.

"No," I snapped back. "Okay, well maybe."

He lent out a hand, and I grabbed ahold of it, going to stand up, just before I realised what Casey was doing.

When Cassy pulled me upwards, and I start to stand up, he yanked his hand back roughly. Yet again, I fell back onto the floor.

"Loser." Casey tossed his long blonde hair over his shoulder and walked off, but not before kicking my bag and spilling the contents of it.

I started to gather up my stuff, mumbling under my breath about how stupid Casey was, when another hand was shoved into my face.

Half expecting it to be Casey again, I slapped the hand away from me before actually looking up and identifying my helper.

But when I did, it was in fact not Casey, but the familiar face of Flynn Bright. He was looking at his hand, a sad look on his face.

I could feel my cheeks redden a few shades. "I-uh-I thought you were someone else, I'm so sorry."

Flynn looked at his hand then to my face and smiled, letting out a chuckle. "Don't worry about it. Need a hand?" He waved his outstretched arm.

"Sure." I grabbed ahold of his hand, and he pulled me up, onto my feet again. I began to pile my books into my hands once again, with the help of Flynn. Loose sheets were flying everywhere, but we managed to clear the hall of potential paper cuts.

We started walking down the hall, towards our next class, which was really lunch.

After a minute or so of awkward silence, with crickets chirping in the background, I finally spoke. "Hey, thanks for helping me back there. Not many people would've."

"No problem, señorita. It was nothing, really." He chuckled a little.

"Yeah, but I appreciate it because most people would've walked past and kicked my stuff even further from me." I smiled up at him, considering he was a head taller than me.

He grinned. "Want me to do that next time?"

I shook my head vigorously. "No thank you." Wait, what did he mean next time?

The cafeteria was nearing up and Flynn and I pulled apart to go to our seperate tables. Flynn towards the football star table and myself, well, to any free spot where someone didn't chuck food at me.

As he starting walking towards his table, I heard him say. "Hey Nerd, you've got a pretty good slap there."

I chuckled to myself and smiled. Yeah, I really do have a strong slap.

*

I still hadn't figured out why everyone was glued to their phones the whole day. It was even worst during lunch. Everyone, and I mean everyone, lunch ladies included, had their phones out and were silently watching something.

I swear you could hear a pin drop in the room, and of course I had to test it, using one of my bobby pins from my hair and clumsily dropped it on the floor. The entire cafeteria turned my way, and I slunk back down into my chair, not expecting such a reaction.

Conclusion. You could hear a pin drop, if you dropped a pin.

There was food on people's table, but nothing was being touched. Other than mine of course, I love food. When the lunch bell rang, the teachers had to physically get the students up out of their chairs. I was, not surprisingly, early to my next class, Literature. I had Flynn in my class, and considering our interaction earlier, I made a mental note to bring it up.

This time, when I walked into class, no one was on their phones. Which surprised me. Maybe whatever was going on, wasn't as interesting as it seemed.

I scanned the room looking for Flynn, and I spot him chatting in the back corner with a couple of his football mates. I walked over towards him.

"Hey Flynn." I said casually, leaning on the desk.

"Hey Nerd." He looked up from talking and smiled at me.

"So, you did me a favour before, so now you're going to- wait no that doesn't work." I messed up my words.

One of Flynn's friends called out. "Why are you talking to Nerd?"

"Hey Nerd. Bugger off."

I ignored them and turned back to Flynn. "Why's everyone been stuck to their phones the whole day?" I blurted out.

Flynn laughed. "You mean, you don't know?"

I shook my head. "Obviously not."

"Oh..well look at this." He pulled out his phone and clicked onto a video link.

The big phone deal, was all over a cat. You know how people watch funny cat videos? Yeah that's all it was. And to think I was worked up over that.

"Is that I?" I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Are you done now Nerd?" Flynn asked bluntly.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll leave now." I walked back over to my table and plopped down.

I don't get the populars. One second they're all nice and smiley, the next they're cruel and blunt. I swear there's a contagious case of bipolar running haphazardly around the school, only affect the people with more than twenty friends and a couple thousand dollars sitting in a bank waiting for them. Or, the definition of a popular.

In walked our Literature teacher, Ms Kendall. She barked an order for the football boys to shut up and face the front, and then the lesson started.