Back To School

To say that I was nervous to go back to school was a massive understatement. But at least I had my girls. I was still on crutches, and I couldn't even carry my own bag, but I was there.

And like I said, I have my girls. Amy, Lyn, Heather, Jasmine and Mio. Each of them were beside me as I entered the school.

"JOSEPH!" exclaimed May as she ran over to me with Emily, but stopped just short of a hug.

"We're really happy to see you back," said Emily.

"I'm just happy to see you all again," I said. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Emily's cheeks heat up and May look away in embarrassment.

"Wow, you really are a harem," said Chad as he walked up to us. However, Heather and Lyn got between us.

"Back off Chad," snapped Lyn, but he put his hands up.

"Easy, I come in peace," he said. The two girls clearly didn't believe him, but I could see it in his eyes.

"It's ok," I said. They both hesitated, but stepped aside. Chad walked up to me and held out his hand.

"You're a hero, and heroes don't get bullied. I promise, I'll leave you alone," he said. I looked into his eyes, and I could see he was telling the truth.

"Very well," I said as I shook his hand. He gave me a smile before he left.

"I don't trust him," said Lyn. I smiled at her before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I appreciate it, but it's fine," I said.

"Come on Joseph, we're going to be late," said Jasmine. I nodded, and began to walk off with her, Amy and Emily.

"So you're the big hero," said another voice.

So, do you remember in the very beginning of the story, I mentioned Wendy, the red head trouble maker? No, I don't blame you. Well, that's who this is.

She's a bad girl in every way. In fact, she's barely even at school. But here she is, right in front of us.

"Um, hi," I said in confusion.

"I've heard rumors about how someone has been making a harem, and then saved them from a drunk driver," she said as she walked up to me.

"It's not a harem," I said, although that argument is getting harder and harder to make.

"Sure, if you say so. Give me this," she said before she grabbed my hand and began to write something on it.

"What are you doing?" snapped Jasmine, but Wendy had already finished and walked off.

"What was that," asked Emily. I looked at my hand, and saw that she wrote her number.

Oh boy, she's going to be a handful.