You were walking to school with your friends Liz, Betty and a couple other of your friends. Even though you were considered “bigger” you were still pretty popular and friends with people like Liz and the whole football. Not to mention your boyfriend was the captain of the football team which made you even more ‘popular’. It’s not like you didn’t love your boyfriend or friend but sometimes the stereotype of popular people got annoying considering you were really nice.
You all walked up to the school to see a bunch of people standing in a circle surrounding, some kid and your boyfriend, Brian. You walked over to where your other friends were. You then noticed that the poor boy Brian was beating up was Peter, a boy you had 5 classes with. All your other friends started laughed at Peter, making you feel bad for him.
Then some of Brian’s friends whispered over to you, “He’s hurting him pretty bad isn’t he y/n? It’s awesome.” You just nodded your head to him.
Peter stood up again, and then looked around at the people laughing at him, his face flushed with embarrassment. Brian swung another punch at Peter, making his nose bleed and fall back to the ground
“Come Parker stand up, stand up Parker.” Brian barked at Peter, that was your final straw you walked up to were Brian was standing in the middle of the circle. And tapped his shoulder. He snapped his head angrily to the person who disrupted him, but then he relaxed when he realized it was you.
“Hey babe,” He kissed your cheek “we can head to first period just let me finish showing Parker where he belongs.” He picked Peter up with the collar of his shirt.“Brian stop, knock if off,“ you grabbed his hand and started to pull him away from the scene, then the bell rang. "Come on we’re going to be late for class.” Brian dropped Peter causing him to fall to the floor hardly.
Brian rapped an arm around you. “You’re lucky Parker that the bell rang, if it hadn’t you would have been dead meat. Come on babe let’s leave.” Brian said causing you to roll your eyes. You both started to walk into the building with your friends but then you looked back to Peter, and saw kids kicking his books out of his bag and laughing at him.
You released your self from Brian’s arm “Hey I forgot my chemistry book outside, I’m going to get it.” You lied. Brian tried to come with you but you insisted he go to class and not be late. You quickly ran to where Peter was laying and kids still laughing at him.
“Hey!” You ran up to the kids “Leave him alone you assholes.” After saying that the late bell rang causing the kids to hurry to their first period. You walked closer to Peter holding your hand out to him, which he took.
“Peter right?” He nodded his head “Are you ok, Brian punched you really hard.” You traced the place where Brian hit Peter in the nose.
“Yea I’m fine,” Peter said as he started to pick up his bag. “Thanks-s.” You smiled sweetly at him as you started to help him pick up his books. ‘Wow, no one has ever helped me after getting beat up by Brian, besides maybe Ned. I mean Liz or any of her other friends would never do this. She’s really nice’ Peter thought to himself. “Ummm if you don’t mind me asking how do you know my name?”
You laughed at his question “Well I mean I have like 5 classes with you.” you said as you handed him his last book that was on the ground.
“Oh yea-a,” Peter laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck “I just thought since you were popular and Brian was your boyfriend you didn’t really notice you know…” You looked at him curiously and raised your eyebrows “a nerd and a no body like me.”
“Oh well I noticed you, you’re like the smartest boy in our grade.” You said as you both started walking into the building. Then down the hallway to your classes.
“Well-l I wouldn’t say that.”
“Oh and also I always see you making heart eyes at Liz.” You laughed and Peter nervously laughed.
“Yea but please don’t say anything to her abou-”
“Don’t worry Peter your secret is safe with me,” You cut him off. “Maybe you should ask her out.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea I see all the guys you hang out with I’m nothing like them.”
“Well maybe Liz needs some change in her life.” You laughed. Peter just became a blushing mess. You finally reached your first period class “Well this is my stop….” You both stood there silent for a second "Well bye Peter I’ll see you later.“ You said as you opened the door to your class room and waved to Peter as you disappeared into the classroom.
Peter then slowly started to walk down the hallway to his class. His thoughts began to fill of thoughts of you. ‘God she’s so nice for someone so popular. I can’t believe she actually knew who I was. The way she smiled was so beautiful, no wonder she is dating one of the most popular guys at the school. The way her sweater feel off her shoulder as she helped me pick up my books. The way the jeans she was wearing hugged her curvy hips perfectly, kind of turning me on. The way her plump cheeks became slightly red as she began talking.’ He was then brought out of his thoughts as a teacher yelled at him to get to class, causing him to run to his next class.
But ever since that day he began to stop thinking about Liz and began thinking more about you.
I’m 100% certified Fake Geek Girl. I live for the romantic subplot. I liked the movies better than the comics. (Soz, I don’t really get comic books.) A gamer? Sure, I’ve had five-generation dynasties in The Sims. No, I haven’t read the book and I’m NOT GOING TO. I don’t give a shit if the reboot contradicts an obscure part of the novelization canon from the mid-90s. Fantasy’s not my thing. The character customization screen is always my fave part of a game. I hate grind. I’ve never finished a series of Star Trek. I LIVE FOR THE ROMANTIC SUBPLOT.
100% real about being 100% fake and you cannot even begin to fathom the lack of fucks I have about it bothering you. Do not even think about trying to tell me how to like what I like.
“What about honey?” Chloé responded through gritted teeth, taking a brief moment to glare at him out of the corner of her eye. Less than a second later her eyes were on the road again and Nathanaël was thankful she was at least a good driver. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been extremely hesitant to get in a car with Chloé Bourgeois behind the wheel, but his mind had quickly been set at ease when he’d realized she wasn’t an absolute maniac on the road.
“Oh come on,” he said, “that’s a pretty common pet name.”
“That doesn’t make it any good! It’s so sappy and sticky and gross!”