You sat there by your locker, crying into your arms, as every other kid and troll were in class. You were recently bullied by a group of populars calling you ugly and worthless. You sniffed, and layed your head back against your cold locker. You heard footsteps echo down the hall towards you, so you quickly huddled up tightly, ready to get attacked from them again. But the footsteps got closer, and closer, till they stopped right infront of you. The person, or troll, didn't say anything at first.
"Hey kid, you're not suppose to be out here at these times.", to you he had a lisp. You looked up at him.
He was handsome, yet a nerdy cute b