Nerd • L.H.

Chapter two.

{{My English isn't very good, so sorry about that...}}

Melanie's POV

"Attention please," the teacher says, "this is your new classmate. Melanie, tell something about yourself." All the eyes are focused on me. "Um, hey, I'm Melanie. I'm an 15 year old girl. I live here, in Sydney and love to draw."

"Is that all? What is your favorite music? and what kind of sport do you play?"

"Oh, I love All time low, nirvana and fall out boy," I say, but then I realize that I shouldn't say that. Because that was also one of the reasons that I was being bullied.

"No sports?" "No." "Okay then, you can sit at the table next to Luke." I walk to the table next to Luke's. He smiles short at me and after that he was totally focused on the lesson.

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When the lesson ends, I get my key for the locker, as Luke had said, and a boy starts to talk to me. He has got whitey blonde hair. It looks pretty cool.

"Hey, welcome. I'm sorry that you have to sit next to Luke. Do you want to hang out with me and my friends over there after school?" the boy asks. He is tall and has got blue/purple hair. "Sounds good. What is your name?"

"I'm Michael." The boy gives me a sort of handshake.

He walks away with his friends. I follow them till the next class. But suddenly they stop and walk to Luke, who is standing at his locker.

"Lucas, Lucas, Lucas...," Michael begins, "where is my homework?! You had to make it for me as usual, but where is it now? I don't see it anywhere!"

"I....I....I had n..no time," Luke tries to say as normal as possible, "I had to do my own homework. I can not make your homework again. I just can't. It takes so much time and I have to focus me on my own. I know what you will do to me. But do it. After school. I can't do your homework EVER again." After saying that, he starts crying.

"Okay, today at 4 o'clock. Here at school. Don't try to get out of this, because it will be worse." And he walks away.

Right after they leave, I walk to Luke. "What the hell was that?! And what did you mean with 'If you don't want to be bullied?'"

"I can't explain," he says.

"Yes you can."

"But I only know you for like one hour."

"So? You know that this goes too far. It's horrible! They don't know what they are doing! Someone needs to stop them! And I will try that."

"I don't want you to help me. They will also bully you and you are the only one who is nice to me. I can't let them bully you. You don't deserve it. I just don't want you to know how it feels to be bullied."

"I know how it is to be bullied. I'm going to help you. It doesn't matter if you don't want me to."

"O.. How do yo-" he tries to say, but I interrupted him.

"I'm going to do a little speech about bullying. I will show them the consequences. Scars, newspaper articles about suicide, everything."

"Are you sure that you want to do that for me? 'Cause it's just me. The biggest nerd in the whole school. Everyone hates me, and they will hate you too. You don't have to do this, if you don't want this."

"Yes, I'm sure." I walk closer and hug him.