This one is slightly different to the others on this account, this one is from my friend Oliver Harvey (Not her real name). Hope you enjoy.
Why is it that all the attractive people are also incredibly tall and never my friend? To he honest I often wonder if I exist because no-one seems to know I'm here. That is unless they walk into me by accident in the corridor. Soon after, my laptop will get withheld from me as another burley teen kindly reminds me not to walk into him, often by leaving me presents of dark purple and green bruises on my face. Lovely fellows are the rugby team.
"Oi Banner! I told you to get out of my way!" Oh great, another lovely young gentleman.
"Sorry Bucky, but I believe I'm actually not? You're on the other side of the corridor to me." Rugby team captain, Bucky Barnes, came closer to me and held my by the scruff of my new shirt. Sure enough, one of his followers grabbed my laptop.
"I'll just have to give you another present won't I then Banner? You must love my knuckle sandwich." I gritted my teeth and mentally prepared myself to get another beating when one of the new team members stopped him.
"Bucky, dude, this isn't right. Just go to lunch and let me desk with the squirt." Bucky released the pressure on my chest and I slid slightly down the wall. I moved my head as much as I could to see who was talking. I could tell he was new because no-one stopped Bucky.
"You want a fist in your jaw dweeb?" Bucky growled. The new boy stepped forward so I could see him clearer. I could see his head covered in light, fair hair and he was rather tall, standing eye-to-eye to Bucky. His shoulders, broad and muscular, and those eyes...
"Where I come from, if you're the big guy, you get other people to do the heavy lifting for you." The sweet American accent came through like a song when he spoke. I watched as Bucky let the new boy take my shirt into his grip instead. The other team members gasped when they saw how he was able to hold me just like Bucky, with no trouble. "Now why don't you go and get your lunch sorted whilst I teach the nerd a lesson?" He said. I could see Bucky eyeing up his followers, trying to make the right decision. After a minute or so, he left with the other boys and I once again prepared myself for a bunch of bruises.
"Have fun with him Rogers, but make sure he can breathe?" Bucky laughed and left the corridor. It was just me and the American.
"Right. Now pretend I've smashed your stomach and you're scared of me when you see me ok? He said to me in a hushed voice. I was very confused. At only 5'2" I was always being towered by everyone else and therefore squished by everyone else, even girls.
"Please explain? Or is this like psychologically beating me up? I like to know how I'm being damaged so I can prepare for it you see," I explained, picking up my laptop and brushing off the dust on it.
The American laughed and presented his hand to me. I wiped a sweaty hand on my jeans and shook it.
"My name's Steve, Steve Rogers and I've just moved here from America. I don't like to bully people, no matter what they've done. There's a right way to do everything, don't you agree?" He smiled and I saw his brilliant white teeth. My legs suddenly turned into jelly and I fell slightly against the wall of the corridor.
I felt a rush to my head and suddenly I couldn't see bar the flashing shades of green and purple. Why was I fainting? "Stupid brain! Stupid, stupid brain!" I cursed myself as I felt two hands hold me around my waist. I felt something warm against the side of my body as I blacked out, giving in to the flashing lights.