Average girl

Amelia is an average girl. Average knowledge, average looks. But yet, she doesn't have many friends. She is sweet and caring and absolutely adores everybody. She tries her best not to judge the people she meets, and that is what got her in this situation. When a new student starts at the start of the school year, she is quick to jump head in on trying to make the person feel comfortable. Yet what happens when this new student is the bad boy Blake Harris? Does the magic sparkle or will they even be friends?


2. A bad day to be me

After a few completely horrendous hours, it was finally lunch. I met up with Millie and Harvey in the hallways. Bethany had some stuff to do so she would just meet us in the canteen. 
We sat down at "our table". We know it doesn't belong to us, but we have never sat anywhere else. So I guess we kind of claimed it ours. It wasn't far from the popular people's table, which normally didn't bother me, until I noticed that I was sitting straight in front of Blake. If he looked up from the table and straight ahead, he would notice me. And of course, as I was sitting there thinking about the embarrassment he looked up, making complete eye contact. His perfectly formed lips curved up in a crooked smile, and that was it. He was gone, looking at someone at the table. A few seconds that felt like a million years. I was definitively falling for him...

After eating a healthy, yet unsatisfying, lunch, we all had PE. And if there is something our little group of friends hated, it was PE. It didn't make sense to us. We were nerds, music freaks and drama-class people. Not a single jock amongst us. Nevertheless, we changed our clothes and met up with the rest of them. The cheerleaders already gathering together, next to the primal brains also called 'athletes' by our school. 

I guess we looked funny in their pretty little minds. Harvey was tall and scrawny, towering above me. "Tiny little Amy" as he had called me once, 158 cm tall was nothing compared to his 198 cm. Millie was a bit taller than me, wore gigantic glasses, not because she needed them but she liked the attention and the way she looked in glasses. Bethy was the 'normal' one amongst us. She had a good frame and a face that made most people whisper. She could have been a cheerleader with her beauty, but her mind always got in the way. She didn't need the compliments, she wanted the intelligent discussions, and no primal brain wants to talk about evolution or Schrödinger’s cat theory. 

Today, besides the 'athletes' and the cheerleaders, we were running track. One of the most boring things in life. We never ran together; my short legs couldn't keep up with them anyways so we usually just ran by ourselves. So I didn't even see him before he was right beside me, walking. He made me feel absolutely ridiculous. There I was running at a decent pace and he was just walking beside me. Of course as I tried to glare at him, I stumbled over myself and fell face first into the pavement. When I saw light again, coach and Blake were staring at me on each side of me. Coach looked concerned of course, as he always does whenever I fall or just generally need to be active. Blake on the other hand was staring at me with the 'I have a master evil plan, and I need you for it" smile, his eyes somehow shining in the sun that wasn't hitting his face. I could feel that it was bad this time, the entire right side of my face felt stiff and sore. Suddenly Blake looked over on coach and said "I'll take her to the school nurse, it was my fault." Coach looked at me as if to check if I was cool with it, but being as bruised and confused as I was, I just casually nodded. Coach ran off, yelling something to the primals and Blake took my arm. He pulled me up as if I was a little girl he was going to throw over his shoulder and bring me somewhere. Luckily I got to stay on the ground, yet as soon as my right foot hit the pavement I almost went back down. The pain shot up through my leg from my ankle and made me cry out in agony or more likely curse words. Blake looked at me in a sort of panic, and before we both knew it he had picked me up. There I was, in his arms, feeling like a swaddled baby, our eyes meeting with a shared sense of confusion. 

"Can you walk?" he asked in a somewhat soft voice. "Not unless I jump on one leg, I think." 

"Do you mind?" He asked in an even softer voice. "You're just so tiny, I think this is easier"

I frowned upon those words. 'so tiny', maybe you're just big!

"Put me down please!" He slowly put me down but kept supporting me with his arm, so I wouldn't have to put pressure on my right foot. Then we both walked slowly out of the field, while I waved 'I’m OK' to my friends. 

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