How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.


7. Chapter Seven

I lay flat on my back, still taking in the sun. The bell rings three times, signaling lunch. I stand up. How am I going to face the school now? I approach the door slowly. Everyone is going to watch me. I slow my pace. There's gonna think "What a loser." They'll look at me once and think "What did I ever see in him?" I begin to drag my feet, forcing my legs to move. I'll walk into the cafeteria, and they'll laugh at me when I sit alone throwing their garbage at me. I freeze. I press my hands to the door. The cool metal meeting my hot and sweaty palms. I took slow, deep breaths. I could really use Skylar right now. I slide one of my hands to the handle. You can do this. I pull open the door, revealing the loud and busy hallways as I walk in. I walk with my head down. I feel a pair of eyes on me. I look up to find Carter. Carter Reynolds. As soon as we make eye contact I look away. We also used to be close but then things happened. I speed up my pace and I lightly brush against Carter, I still feel him watching. I fight the urge to turn around and yell a snide remark at him, cause I really don't need the attention. Instead I turn the first corner I see, even though it's putting me in the opposite direction of the cafeteria. I continue to walk and then turn another corner that's putting me back on track. I reach the door and walk in. It's busy and no one seems to notice me until Carter walks over to me.

"Nash." He smiled. I tensed up, knowing why he was smiling. I faked a smile. "Hey Carter." I nod, about to walk away, when his arm catches my wrist and I yank it away fast, making sure anyone didn't see. "What are you doing?! I told you never to touch me!" I yell whispered at him. He look hurt. "Look can we talk. In private." I look around. No one was watching. I ran out fast and he followed. I walked a good hallway or two away from there before I stopped. "What do you want?" I ask.

"You're just so beautiful." He whispers, stroking my cheek. I slap his hand away. "I swear if you touch me one more time." I say through gritted teeth. He smirks, stepping closer. At one point I was stronger and taller than him. But it seems the tables have turned as my back hit the locker. He put his hands at either side of my head, I try and push him away, but he just presses his body against mine, I can feel his boner. "You don't know how long I have waited for this moment." He breathes against my neck. I cringe. "Carter. You know I'm not..." I trail. He nods, smirking. "You don't have to be." He bites his lip. I open my mouth to reply but he smashes his mouth to mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth.

I fight back but he's got my wrists above my head, his hard on against my crotch, I was just struggling. There were three gasps, that echoed in the empty hall. Carter pulled away, and I wiped at my mouth. I looked over at the girls. Mahogany and two girls from the squad. Carter takes a step back. "Nash you're ga-" Carter cuts one of the girls off. "NO! I kissed him! But I'm pretty sure he liked it. Like a ton." My jaw dropped. He smirked. He was doing this on purpose, trying to run my rep into the ground with this gay accusation so I'm more attainable. He turned to me, a smile on his face. I punched him in his jaw, using all my power I had left. He dropped to the ground.

"I hope you and your little gay ass burn in hell!" I spat and stormed off, walking down another hall. I wiped continually at my mouth trying to get Carter out of my mouth and mind. I heard a cry and I stopped in my tracks at the sight in front of me. Taylor was really giving Skylar hell. It was worse than Christina.

I watched as his knee, connected to her stomach, making her fall to the ground, clutching her stomach. She screamed in pain. "SHUT UP!" Taylor screamed over her, kicking her multiple times. I wanted to help, so bad. But there's this thing, a feeling that says keep your distance. I don't know what it is, but it's stronger than the feeling to help her.

"Why are you doing this?" She sobs. Taylor gets down beside her. "I'll tell you why. One, you're a little unimportant bitch and someone has to remind you everyday and tell you you're ugly cause heck! Who is gonna love that ugly face of yours?"


My body tenses at my thought. Do I like her?

"Two, it's fun seeing you in pain. Lastly, cause of you, Nash changed." He said, spitting in her face. He grips her brown hair and pulls it, pulling her up. I can see her face, red and blotchy, her eyes puffy. "Taylor. You are such a fucking dick." She said spitting in his face. Taylor stood there, quietly for a good minute. I think he's gonna let it slide. Just walk away.

He yanked her hair forward and pushed it backwards, her head following, slamming against the lockers as his knee once again met her stomach. I felt choked as I watched her lay there. "See you tomorrow. Although I really don't want to. Do me a favor and..." He trails off. "DIE!" He laughs loudly walking away. As soon as he was out of sight I ran over to her limp body.

"Skylar?" My voice cracked. She groaned. I helped her roll onto her back. She blinked, looking dazed. "Are you okay?" She doesn't reply. "Sky-" "Yeah, I just have a headache and feel a little dizzy that's it." She slurred a little and she was talking really slow as if confused. "Nash, what happened?" I stare at her confused.

"You don't remember?" She doesn't reply. "No." She breaths. Oh gosh. What's wrong with her? Nash you play sports and she took a pretty hard hit to the head. Use some of your knowledge.



Slurred Speech


Appearing dazed

"Do you feel sick to your stomach?" I ask. She takes a second to reply, nodding.


Delayed response to questions.

I added it all up. She has a concussion! Although I could be completely wrong, but I feel right. I look down at her to find her eyes closed. "Skylar?!" I tap her cheek, trying to wake her up. She was still breathing. Crap. I slipped one of my arms under her knees the other around her shoulders my elbow cradling her head. I have to find my dad.

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