The Bridge Between Worlds : A Teen!Superwholock AU

Ch.2 : Fezzes are cool

The hallway floor felt cold on Eleven's face as he was violently pushed downward. A sudden rush of pain went through his head the second it made contact to the floor. It was like a terrible headache that wouldn't go away.
He slowly opened his eyes, only to meet a foot pressing down on his forehead, increasing his horrific pain. Eleven tried to move, but the foot kept him in his weak position. He managed to open his eyes to get a look at his attacker.
"Well, well, well.. Looks like someone's gonna be late for class!" the voice mocked.
Eleven gently pulled the foot off his face, "Haha! Good one Anderson!" Eleven replied in a happy tone.
Suddenly, he was grabbed tightly by the throat, "You think that's funny Eleven?" he spat in fury. Eleven clinched his face, waiting for the next punch or insult. "What kind of name is that anyway-?"
Anderson nearly finished his sentence, before a fist rushed towards his own face and knocked him straight to the ground.
The punch had stunned him, but he eventually looked up to see a tall, blond, curly-haired girl looking down at him in anger and disgust.
"There's another swing coming if you don't high-tail your asses out the door," she stated in a tone that gave even Eleven goosebumps.
Anderson scrambled onto his feet, holding his bloody mouth, and ran to his next class after giving Eleven one last glare.
After the attacker had completely vanished, the curly-haired girl looked down at Eleven and then helped him up, "Are you okay, Sweetie?" she asked once he was standing.
"Honestly, River, you didn't need to do that. I could've handled it myself," Eleven replied.
"Ah, but you didn't! Who would've lost some teeth if I hadn't come along?" River nudged Eleven.
"Not me! I had a whole plan to get out of there, then you came along and ruined it!"
"And that plan was..?"
River and Eleven both remained silent as she waited for him to think of an answer.
"..Not losing my teeth! There, see? Perfect plan," Eleven stated confidently.
River sighed, then smirked, typical Eleven.
"When are you going to use that big-brain of yours to stop getting into messes like that? You know Amy and I aren't going to always get you out of stuff like this," River stated, with slight concern in her voice.
"I'll stop when fezzes are out of style," Eleven chuckled.
"Fezzes have been out of style for centuries!" River replied, almost laughing.
"Oi! Fezzes are cool, and you know it!" Eleven retorted, nudging River with a grin.
They walked down the empty corridor, obviously late for class, but laughing together. Eleven treasured these moments in the rare times they occur, they didn't last long, but they're worth it.

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Eleven rushed to class, after turning to say goodbye to River. He burst through the door, as the room full of students as well as the teacher stopped to stare at him. "Ah, Mr. Smith, so glad you could join us," the teacher said as he motioned to the last empty seat. Eleven quickly staggered to the chair as he mumbled various words to himself and sat down. He sighed in relief, realizing this is the first time he's rested since the incident earlier. He held his head tightly as a painful banging resounded, and echoed in his ears. He took a moment to look to his left at the boy sitting beside him. Short, tan, blond, Eleven recognized him from his previous class. He removed his hands from his head and reached over and tapped the boy's shoulder.
The boy looked up from the paper he was doodling to look at Eleven.
"Hi, um..so are we supposed to be writing down what's on the board or..?" Eleven whispered.
The boy-on-his-left had a look of surprise on his face, then directed his gaze towards the board and squinted, "Is that what we're supposed to be doing?" he whispered, half to himself.
Eleven chuckled, this boy isn't even paying attention.
"You know what? Never mind," Eleven smirked at the-boy-to-his-left.
The boy smirked back, then directed his attention back to his drawing.
While he did that, Eleven sat back in his chair. He's had a pretty good day now that he thought about it: He woke up at 5:30 am, rode in a stuffy school bus, got beat-up, got beat-up again but got saved by his best friend, was late to class, then met a seemingly nice guy.
He closed his eyes and smiled, 'Halfway done', he thought, 'halfway through today'.

Author's note:
Hi there. So..um...this is my first time writing a fic kinda just from the top of my head, so please bear with me! Also, sorry this chapter is a bit short BTW, but if you've gotten this far, I hope you've enjoyed the story so far and there's defiantly more to come! ;3