Would You Still Care?

I started banging on the locker, praying to whoever would listen that it wasn't Trent. Please be someone pleasant enough to help a guy out, literally. "Hey, ugh, would you mind...ugh letting me outta here?" I asked, banging on the locker for emphasis. He must have heard me because, he stopped walking.
"Where are you?" He asked.
"In the locker."
"Well no shit, Sherlock. I need a number." He said sarcastically. Wow the sass is strong in that one.
"Ugh...221B. Please hurry, I've been in here for a few hours!" I spoke, ignoring his sarcasm.
"Found you...what's the combo?" He asked losing the sass and sounding concerned.
"35-18-2" I half sighed. When he finally got it open, I just about fell out. "Thank you so much! You don't know how happy I am that you aren't Trent." I said finally looking at my savior. Holy Hell! It's hazel eyes from earlier! He gave me a concerned expression.
"Trent? Is he your brother?"
"No, just a jockstrap that insists on making my life worse." I sighed, looking down. I looked up again, and hazel eyes looked angry. Not at me exactly, more like what I said.
"And you just take it?" He asked stunned, already knowing the answer. I nodded my head, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. I sniffled, looking down again. "Does he do this often?" I nodded my head again, sniffling back more tears. He sighed, pulling me into him. "Shhh...It's okay, I'm here now. I won't let anyone mess with you." He vowed.
The guy didn't even know me and yet here he is wanting to make my life a little better. I felt the tears make their way out of my eyes and into his shirt. As the tears racked my body he just held me as I imagined a mother would a small child. He rubbed his hand up and down my back attempting to calm me down.
When I finished crying, I pulled my body out of his tight hug and looked up at him. He was smiling, tears shining in his eyes. I smiled back.
"Thank you, I needed that. You don't know how long I've needed that." I sighed. "I should probably get going to my next class..."
"Wait! Do you want to just ditch with me? I know an abandoned building not to far from here, we could just hang out." I looked into his pleading eyes, how could I say no?
"Are you sure?" I questioned. He nodded, looking sincere. It's unusual for anybody to be kind to me, let alone try and become friends with me. Which, is what hazel eyes here, seems to be doing. "I don't even know your name..."
"We have time for introductions later, Watson."
"I thought I was Sherlock? It's Frank, by the way."
"I told you, Frank, we have no time for intoductions!" He then grabbed my hand and started walking us out of the school, almost like ditching was no big deal. Which, to him, could be just like breathing. I want, no need, to learn more about hazel eyes.

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