Peter ✶ [Lost Boy Series #1]

✶Brock the Jock✶

Blending into the background, I proceeded through the hallways carrying my large stack of books. Finally, it was time to go home and I couldn't wait to snuggle up in my bed. School really seems to suck the life out of you.

Struggling to keep my books balanced in my arms, I was relieved when my locker came into sight. Balancing the pile in one arm and using my newly freed one to turn the dial on the locker, a heavy force came down upon my books and all of my papers and books scattered across the floor. Enraged, I fought back tears as I struggled to pick up essays and hours of hard work before people carelessly stepped all over them.

Fire blazing in my eyes, I stared at the husky six-foot-two guy that leaned cooly against my locker. A devilish smirk crept up on his face as he saw my expression.

His posse stood beside him, following him like little lost puppies and here I was actually looking like one compared to their size.

His deep voice broke out in a chuckle that seemed to resemble more of a cackle to me. "Aw, sorry Loser Laney. Did you lose all your papers again?"

"When will you ever learn to get a life?" I scowled. "Pick on someone your own size."

Wrapping his piggish arm around me, he said, "You should be grateful that you're in the presence of a football player. It's probably the closest you'll ever be to someone with our kind of status."
    Shrugging his arm off of me, I looked him in the eye. "And exactly what status is that? Being a fat pig? I'm shocked you don't roll over and heave while you're on the field," I shot back.

Some of his fellow football players chuckled in the background while I continued. "And just so you know, you're not in the NFL. You don't have any kind of status to the people out in the real world, so get a grip of yourself."

He chuckled to himself, " Wow, what a sour attitude to have. No wonder why you don't have any friends."

A knot of anger twisted in my stomach as I noticed that he had now started to catch the attention of random students in the hallway. An embarrassed blush came over my face as I realized that he had just publicly humiliated me.

"Brock just leave me alone, okay? I'm not in the mood," I said, throwing my math book into the locker with a loud slam.

Cupping my face from the side, he unwillingly turned my face to look at him. "Get your paws off of me!"

As I shoved his unusually large hand to the side, he proceeded to pick at me.

"I can't help it. It's just..you get so cute when you're angry," he said as a few of the guys laughed in the background.

"Look here you giant-"

"Uh, Laney I think you dropped this."

Turning my head around, I let out a sigh of relief. The boy that I was dying to get away from last block had just came and saved the day. Inwardly, I felt disgusted at how cliche my life sounded at this particular moment.

"And this one," Peter proceeded, picking up a report that was now covered in muddy shoe stains.

"Oh my gosh, really?" I said, slapping my hand against my head. "That report is due tomorrow!"

Peter's mouth turned into an innocent frown as he shrugged, "Sorry."

Brock's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "And who exactly is Pretty Boy Dweeb?"

Peter's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Well that's a new one. Never heard that one before."

Brock nodded, "Well congrats, you've just earned yourself a new nickname."

Holding out his hand, Peter attempted to introduce himself. "Hey, I'm Peter. Peter Finnegan. Nice to meet you."

Staring at Peter like he was a psychopath, Brock eyed him.

Catching on, Peter awkwardly put his hand behind his back and scratched his head. I couldn't help but notice the little muscle that bulged out as he did that. "Uh, I'm guessing you're not a handshake kind of dude."

Brock smirked. "No, I'm a football kind of dude," he stated matter-of-factly. "And what kind of name is Finnegan?"

Peter casually shrugged, " I don't know. Your mom seems to really like it," he said with a wink. As everyone's jaws dropped, Peter smiled and wrapped his arm around my neck.

"Now's your time to getaway. He's still in shock," Peter whispered as we walked away.

"So am I."

And we both couldn't help but chuckle our way out of the building.

© Lightning_Stryker 2016