One Shots

Question of Strength

She had started at the school two years ago, but she still sat alone in class and at lunch. She wore her long hair in waves, covering her rosy face and thick, black rimmed glasses. Every second week she'd visit the school library and borrow the maximum four books, all different each visit.
In her locker you'd see a shelf where she'd keep her back and lunch, and the shelf where all her textbooks and pencil case was, and there was always a small collection of books hiding in the right hand corner.
Wherever she went, she'd carry her text books for class, and all four novels with her. From the height of all the books, you could just make out her glasses and frizzy hair. Always being ahead in class, she'd hide in the corner of the front row and read. Her teachers never minded.
At the beginning of year 12, at a school sports match, one of the boys fell to the ground, hurt. He was of stocky build, all muscle and grins as she rushed over to his side. The rest of the school snickered, and teachers stared in shock. What could she be doing? The school nurse was hurrying over with a wheelchair to seat him on, and an ambulance had been called. A broken leg. Stunned by the girl rushing over, all the male teachers had frozen, staring and whispering with the other teachers.
She kneeled over him, and a grin split the boy's mouth.
"Hey, I'm Stan."
"I know who you are, Stanley, don't get so ahead of yourself." His grin dropped.
"Now what I need you to do, is drape your arms over my shoulders," she began as she lifted herself into a crouch.
"Aw, cute," he did as she told him. "Now what's your name, angel?"
With a grunt, she put one arm under his back and her other arm under his knees.
"Wait, what are you-" She slowly stood up, and he squealed as he clung to her. Gasps were heard from the student body and staff.
"I'm going to carry you to the wheelchair and put you down as gently as I can." She started walking towards the other end of the pitch, where the school nurse stared with her mouth open.
"But how?" Stanley looked up at her, shock evident on his face.
"I carry textbooks and novels everywhere, I also have baby twin brothers that I carry around everywhere, you think my arms are just chubby? That's all muscle." She put him down on the wheelchair.
"Name's Emily by the way. Think you can call me one of your novelistic knight in shining armour though." A small smile lit up her face. "Good luck with the leg, looks pretty broken to me."
He looks down, and seeing the slight poking of his bone on his skin, faints.

A/N: this was written from a prompt I found on pinterest where the nerdy schoolgirl is deemed weak but is actually strong from all the books she carries around. Everything else is made up by me ♡