Why are you such a nerd? Why are you do weak? Worthless? Useless?

John sighed weakly, clutching onto his left arm which stung loudly from the pain of being slammed into another dark green locker. Hovered around him were 3 other large males, their controlling eyes beaming down like predators eyeing injured prey. He let out a shaky breath having a hard time recovering his breath that had just been knocked out of him. Before he could regain himself another brutal punch drove into his gut making him wheeze and double over onto the cold school tile floors. Each of the surrounding boys took a step back one of them harshly muttering "Vwhat a vweakling~!" Another agreed with a crude snicker while the third remained silent, reaching in to pick up John by the front of his favourite white Ghost Busters shirt. Shoving him back into the locker. The slit grooves just above the padlock digging into his back uncomfortably making him instinctively shift in his hold. John's dull ocean blue gaze trailed up settling on the strong toned face of an upperclassmen. The Juniors cracked up black shades making John shiver with unease as the steel blues behind dug daggers into him. The burning vile grins of the two others made him turn his head away from the scene trying desperately to pretend he was anywhere else. In the corner of his eye he could make out the draw back of another strike but a loud call of another halted them in place.

"Yo' what's going on over here?" The voice was smooth and clear, saving like a small flow of water. The three bullies and John looked over, met with the unwavered gaze of a tanned blonde with dark shades resting over his eyes. He continued to walked towards them as his interruption continued. "Having yourselves a party?" He quirked a small tamed brow only really apparent to John when he drew closer. One of the eldest bullys, a slicked haired senior holding a chewed down toothpick in his mouth stood up to heights with the blonde savior.

"Yeah, vwe're just havin' a lil friendly chat vwith our lil friend here so vwhy don't you go off on your merry lil vway and leawve us to it~" His grin was wide like a sleazy alleyway trickster, bringing up his hand in a shooing motion that the blonde had no interest in taking. John gulped feeling the tension rising with each extra moment the stranger stood around, in his mind he screamed at the to go away and not get involved. The last thing he wanted was for another to get the brunt of what he got.

The blonde gave a shrug "I would but I kinda gotta talk to him too, don't worry I can wait right here till you're done talking, or until the dean Maryam comes down this way to look for kids skipping class." He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his jet black jeans. Even the mention of Ms. Maryam pull a chill down the ringleaders spin. He glanced reluctantly between the blonde and John hissing a slur of curses under his breath before turning to his two goons.

"Kid aint vworth it, let's bounce." He grumbled, having had his fun get killed. The buff junior released John sending him falling back to the ground at their feet. They left without another word, annoyed grumbles being all that came from their lips their whole way around the corner.

John caught himself shivering in place, his gaze stuck to the grooves and faded designs on the tiles. He could here the others footsteps start to move towards him each closer step causing him to flinch slightly. He knew they'd come back, they always did and it was always worse that the first. He clenched his arm tight, knowing the bruise was already starting to form on his pale flesh. The blonde squatted down gently extending his hand out to John. "Sup, you need help up? Ya kinda look like you got hit by truck, dude." John glanced up at his hand, his own black bangs sticking to his forehead as the stress and tension from the past moment caused drops of sticky sweat to fix them there. He wavered at what to do, a skittish battered kitten backed up against the dented metal locker. He reached up placing his shaking hand into the others as they raised him to his feet. "You can stand right?" He asked supporting John up, of course he nodded not wanting to make the other help him anymore then they already have.

The shaded hero have a slight nod before slowly retrieving his hands, John slumping back to put his support more along the walls. John was quiet unable to put together any words or real thoughts. "Can you talk?" The blonde asked again, his expression was unchanged from its stoic confident poker face but the voice itself was rich with real kindness and hints of concern. Why did he feel concern for him? John was a nobody, a scranny weakly who's only real use was a easy punching bag. John opened his mouth letting out a ragged exhale "y-yes..." was really all he could manage.

"Well that's something. You got a name?" He huffed reaching up to gently scratch the back of his neck. John nodded again trying to piece together the proper way to respond.

"John…" He softly answered, his usual voice reduced to a scared whisper.

The curious highschool knight went to lean on the lockers beside him, "My friends call me Dave, but the ladies call me all the time~ Once I know where you fall we can decide where to go from there" Dave let the faintest of smiles appear over his lips, drawing one out of John with the absurdity of his joke. "Now let's get you out of the halls before class changes and these halls turn into a stampede of hormones and sweat."

John nodded taking Dave's shoulder and heading off to the nearest boys bathroom to attempt to clean up.

Hello there! In honor of 4/13 the day we all sold our souls away I decided to get myself back into writing fanfiction. I know it probably won't be great but hey we all gotta start somewhere ^^ Seeya and Happy 4/13 everyone!