Waiting On Your Lips |Geraskier High School AU| COMPLETED

The Problem

Jaskier's POV:

Watching Geralt walk through the halls of Witcher High was just one thing I did daily. He was a very popular figure among the school, famous for the amount of fights he got into and the amount of girls who had it against him. He'd been with many of the school's fair maidens and fought many of the brutes that loomed about so what wasn't there to talk about. Girls swooned over his looks and guys wanted to kill him for how many girls he attracts. Some guys wanted to be him. And then there were the few like me, who wanted to be his.

I'll admit that when he first arrived I was wary. His first day had already consisted of a fight with a particularly nasty bully of mine, swooning four girls who were in relationships and even got involved in some drama that got a girl switched to a different school. Renfri her name was. She was a beauty to look at but she was very violent when it came to problems. Gossip says she had been a gang leader but who knows anymore.

I knew I had no chance with this beauty of a man. I was simply too transparent for anybody and I had grown to terms with that. After coming here in the middle of freshman year and getting on the wrong foot with a few people my fate had been decided. I had no friends to keep me safe and nobody really noticed me anymore as I had become nearly mute. The only time I ever opened my mouth anymore now was to sing in my own company.

I had a strong attachment to guitars, a passion I'd had since I was young, which made me an easy guest to a guitar club. Nobody bothered me when I was in my own private space and I had once been told by an underclassman that I sounded like a siren from fairytales. Maybe I had been one in a past life, possibly even a bard.

I don't know how I got to my own life, I just tend to do that sometimes, but I hadn't noticed the one famous male next to me now. His grunt was the one thing that made me snap out of it. I jumped and looked up at him, suddenly noticing how small I was compared to him. His shirts would most definitely be too big on me. Not now Jaskier, you idiot! Stop thinking about that and pay attention because Geralt himself is before you!!

"Geralt! What a surprise, I wasn't aware of you there..." I said, very uncertain of what to say. I then quickly realised I may have been in his way and went to move when he stopped me. Why is he even near me? I'm a nobody and I'm nowhere near his rank! My heart was pounding and my mind was screaming but I tried my best to remain as calm as possible on the outside. Geralt didn't seem to notice as he started to speak.

"Are you Jaskier?" His deep voice nearly made me faint because holy moly was it gorgeous. I nodded quickly, not trusting my own voice at the moment. "Good. I need help and you're the person I was told could help." Words, Jaskier! He's asking for your help with something! You! The fucking nobody of this bloody school!

"W-What, uh, what do you need help with?" I asked, feeling very scared now because what if somebody saw him with me and started a rumor? If he's after a girl a rumor would certainly ruin his chances with her as I am the last person anyone wants any involvement with.

I watched Geralt look around before shoving a slip of paper in my hand and walking away, leaving me absolutely stunned and nearly in bliss. He gave you his number Jaskier! He only gives his number to special people! It was always a dream of mine to get Geralt's number and chat all the time and now it felt like it was coming true. I didn't have time to think about it though as I had to rush off to class.

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I was running home, so eager to text Geralt and hopefully form a bond with him. I want to get past his cold and tough exterior and get to that sweet center I know he has. He wouldn't be asking me for help if he didn't have a soft side and I knew I had to find it.

When I came up to my neighborhood I slowed down to a walking pace and calmly made my way to my run down apartment. My mother was never home, always working to try and make a living for us. The best she could afford was a small, two bedroom apartment in what was considered the slums. Despite how poor we were I was fairly happy. Well, as happy as you can be with mental illness anyways.

I made my way into the tiny building and went up to my home. Mom was already long gone, a note pasted to the fridge and some cash on the counter for dinner. The place was a little messy but neither of us had time to clean it often with her working constantly and me having a part time job and school to worry about. My mother didn't know about my job, she would've told me not to work if I had told her. She often forgets that I need to have experience if I want to get anywhere in life, even if it is from one shitty complex to another.

I ignored the money and note for now and went to my room to do homework and, more importantly, text Geralt. He would be the only person in school to have my number now and that was exciting and scary. The last time someone had my number they spread it around school and I got heavily cyber bullied to the point where I had to change numbers so it would end.

I pulled out the slip of paper Geralt gave me and carefully read the messy handwriting, wanting to get every number right. (843) 948-2437, each typed in slowly and carefully so I wouldn't mess it up. I didn't miss how the numbers spelled out The Witcher which I found amusing to discover. Most numbers are just nonsense letters but Geralt's was designed so perfectly to fit him and it was just perfect. I made sure I had him in my phone as Geralt Rivia and began to write a small text to him.

Hello Geralt! This is Jaskier♪♫ I then waited for a reply as I started on my homework for the night. I didn't get a response until I was about to order dinner.

Meet me at the park by the old bakery. I'm not good at texting. I smiled and sighed. This was like a dream come true! THE Geralt wants to talk to me in person so late at night. I quickly made a note for my mom in case she came home early and got into more comfortable clothes which was just a sweater and shorts with tennis shoes. I grabbed my house key and locked the door behind me before practically running to the park that was nearly an hour away from my house. When I got there Geralt was sitting on a swing, headphones in and his eyes closed. He seemed content. I shyly walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, nearly shrieking when he grabbed my wrist very hard. He then noticed it was me and quickly let go, a soft apology under his breath but I heard it. I tried very hard to ignore the sting in my wrist, knowing what I had done to myself the night before had opened again and was probably staining the sleeve.

"It's fine. What did you need that made me run an hour to meet with you?" I asked, sitting on the swing next to him. The warm air of summer coming in would've lulled me to sleep had I not been with Geralt at the moment.

"I need help with a girl." he grunted, not even realizing how my heart had fallen. Of course he was after a girl, I was just the help. I mean nothing to him but help for a moment. "Yennefer. I don't know how to talk to her without seeming...rude?"

"Yennefer. I would've imagined you'd be after Triss Merigold or another pretty girl," I said, pushing myself slightly on the swing. "But, if Yennefer is what you want I suppose I could attempt to be of some use to somebody for once." I felt his eyes on me but I didn't dare look over at him. He needn't know I was reluctant to help him get the she-devil of Witcher High.

"How do I approach her?" he asked. I sighed softly and told him how to deal with such a woman. At least I can be useful to one person on this planet. Even if I want to be his there's nothing I can do.