Saving Her

~> 02 <~

"So, what classes do you have this semester?" Amy asks me as the bell for second period rings.

While dodging all the students, I tell her my schedule. "I have AP Chemistry, which you already know, PE, Photography, and then Study Hall."

"Okay, so first: I have two of your classes. And second: you have Study Hall? That's for like the elite, up-all-night-studying kids! And, no offense, but you don't seem like one of those nerds."

I laugh as we reach the gym for PE. "Yeah, I'm not, so no offense taken. I just have a few credits left, less than what most students here have left. I took summer-school every year since eighth grade to make sure I was ready to graduate."

"You know what? I take it back; you really are a nerd." She jokes and bumps our shoulders. We both laugh, catching me by surprise. I haven't laughed in a long time. And it felt really good to have a genuine friend.

Amy steers us in the direction of the girl's locker room. "I'm guessing that you didn't bring your gym clothes, so you can borrow my spare, and you've already got sneakers, so you're good in that department."

"Did I mention that I may already love you?" I tell her as she throws some clothes at me.

"Babe, I know you do. I love me too. Now go get changed, we have like five minutes before coach gets in here and yells at us." She shoves me into a stall.

I lock the door and strip out of my outfit and quickly change into what she gave me. Amy had given me a pair of spandex shorts that stopped at me mid thigh and a loose gray tank top that had a lace pocket on the breast. I quickly tie my sneakers back on and unlock the door, facing a similar dressed Amy. The only difference was the sneakers and she had on a blue v-neck.

"Well, I hope that Coach is a girl, otherwise that would be freaky and slightly perverted." I say while we tie our hair up into ponytails and remove our makeup. Yes, I wear makeup, but I keep it natural. Trust me, I went through my fair share of acne and braces. Not everyone is perfect.

She laughs and opens the locker room door. "Yes, Coach Natasha is a girl. But I think secretly all the girls really wanted a hot college guy to apply last year."

I waggle my eyebrows. "I wouldn't have minded either.

Amy gasps and punches me in the arm. "I knew you were a closet pervert. I must say," she smirks, "I have an excellent choice in picking friends."

"And that you do, my friend, that you do." I reply as we walk to sit on the metal bleachers with the rest of the class. I take in all of the students. Naturally, it wouldn't be PE if we didn't have the sluts with the low-cut tanks and shorts that barely cover their asses, and the guys in the muscle tanks and basketball shorts showing of their 'guns' to impress the sluts. Oh, and you can't forget the shy kids who attempt to sit out in every game and get bullied when they join.

"Oh dear lordie," I say in a Southern accent and place a hand on my forehead dramatically, "I think the cliché-ness of this PE class is giving me a stroke!" I pretend to pass out on the bleachers as Amy sits next to me.

She laughs. "I think you should be in Drama, not Photography. That was excellent acting."she says sarcastically while slowly clapping her hands.

I sit up straight. "Shut up. But seriously though. You've got the sluts, the douches, the shy kids who sit out during each game. I feel like I'm in Glee."

"Yeah, that basically sums it up."

I take a look around. To be honest, the guys here weren't too hard on the eyes...

"Ames, who's that guy over there? He's hot." I state bluntly.

She glances over at where I was looking and let's out a sigh. "That, my dear, is Blake Hills. You know, the classic high school bad boy. He's hot, popular, a douche, a man-whore."

I laugh. "Aren't all guys these days?" As I said, this Blake Hills was hot. His hair was a light brown, almost blonde color. It wasn't too long or short, either. I couldn't see his eyes, but his face structure was pretty good considering that he's only seventeen or eighteen. He was wearing a muscle tank and basketball shorts like all the other guys, but he pulled it off way better.

As if he sensed me looking, he turned around and looked at me, smirking. His eyes were a dark blue, like the Atlantic Ocean; I would know, I lived in Florida for five years.

He turns to his friends and says something that makes them all turn to me. I narrow my eyes and give them my middle finger. They roar in laughter.

Well, except for Blake, I think that was his name. He leaned against the wall next to him, looking at me, challenging me to look away.

I roll my eyes and face Amy, who was staring at me, eyes wide.

"What?" I ask her.

"You just got the attention of Blake Hills, along with half the football team!" She exclaims, shaking me by the shoulders.

I push her arms away and frown. "All I did was flip them off. I hate being humiliated."

"Yeah, I gathered that," she says, referring to this morning. "But still! Now Maria's going to hate you even more."

"To hell with Maria. Like you said, they're just insecure bitches." I smirk.

"Who's an insecure bitch?" A guy asks. He wraps his arms around Amy's shoulders and pecks her on the forehead, which makes her cheeks turn cherry red.

"I'm guessing you're the boyfriend, unless you're a perv who goes around kissing and hugging people." I say while examining him. He had brown, almost blonde hair and green eyes. He wasn't that bad looking, with a slightly leaner build than most of the guys here, but not scrawny.

"And I'm guessing you're the new girl, unless you're a nerd who underwent a huge transformation, and if you did, then nice new look." He gives me a teasing smile while extending his right hand. "I'm Jason Lee, boyfriend of this beautiful girl right here." He kisses Amy's cheeks, making her already red cheeks even redder.

I fake gag and shake his hand. "Scarlett Westfire. Call me Scar, and keep the PDA to a minimum."

"Just because you asked me to... no." He smirks and grabs Amy's face fully kissing her in the lips.

I let out a squeal and cover my eyes. "My poor eyes. You ruined my eyesight, Jason Lee! I revoke your friendship privileges!" They both laugh and stop attacking each other's faces. I uncover my eyes.

"So... Scar, that's an unusual nickname. Any story behind it?" Jason asks me.

I smile, looking back at the memory. "Yeah. I got the nickname when -" I was interrupted by a loud whistle.

"Alright, Cupcakes! Get off your asses and start running." Coach Natasha screams.

Everyone collectively groans while sluggishly getting up from the bleachers.

Well, this is going to be fun. Note the sarcasm.

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A/N:

MERRY EARLY CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER HOLIDAY YOU CELEBRATE!!!!!

We're officially on break, so that means more updates!!

So, how'd Scar get her nickname, hmmm? Tbh Amy and Jason are my OTP ☺️

Chapter 2 is up!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!

-L&M 💜