Disclaimer: You should already know that I don't own Coraline!

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Wybie's back pressed against the cold locker as he fearfully stared down a larger kid.

"I'm sorry! I…I didn't know those were new shoes!" he stuttered. The aggressor grabbed his victim's collar, making him yelp.

"They say chickens can survive a few seconds without their head, I wonder if the same goes for whatever you are?" he explained. Wybie closed his eyes and shook.

Aw crap…

"Hey! Who do you think you are pushing him around like that?" a familiar voice demanded. Both boys turned to see a skinny, blue haired, and rather tall girl glaring in their direction. The slouchier was suddenly overflowing with relief.

"Coraline!" he exclaimed.

"Nothing to see here." the bully claimed. "I'm just educating this geek why not to mess with fine footwear!"

"He's my geek!" Coraline hissed. "No one gets to wail on him but me."

"Gee… thanks, Jonesy." Wybie said sarcastically.

"I'm not afraid of you!" the bully growled.

"Well then, I suppose you're not afraid to take me on instead of the nerd." She mused. "Or… are you afraid of getting your butt handed to you by a girl?" He dropped Wybie and charged with a furious shout, fist rose to make mincemeat out of her head; he was obviously strong enough to lift a semi! But, just as a knuckle nearly flattened her nose… she tilted her head to the right. The larger kid screamed in agony as his fist smashed into the concrete wall, but was silenced when Coraline's foot nailed him in the place we men do NOT want to be kicked!

Now at eye level, the blue haired girl yanked his collar so her mouth was next to his ear.

"If you ever screw with him again…" Coraline whispered. "… You'll lack the need for footwear! Understood?"

The bully nodded.

"Good! Now remember: you hurt your hand while getting frustrated over homework….and change your pants. Don't think I didn't notice what you did down there!" She shoved him into a half spin which he clumsily turned into a casual walk, trying to look like nothing happened when a teacher walked by.

"You were amazing, Jonesy!" Wybie said gleefully while running towards her.

"Well, I was motivated." Coraline explained. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I'm fine. You don't have to act like an overprotective soccer mom around me."

"I don't act like an-oh wait, you've got a smudge!" She was about to wipe his face when he knocked her hand away.

"That's not funny!" Wybie shouted. The blue haired girl laughed despite what he said, her laughter stopped when she noticed her companion pouting.

"Okay, I'm sorry, Wybie." She said. But he still didn't budge, that's when Coraline used her trump card….

She leaned down and kissed the slouchier on the cheek.

Wybie's arms went limp as he turned red, forgetting why he was angry. The blue haired girl was also red, Wybie thought she looked cute while blushing. He rubbed his cheek and smiled back at her.

"Okay, Why-were-you-born, let's head to your bike." Coraline commanded with a punch in his arm. "I'm dying to get home and into something besides this God-awful uniform!" He stared at her as she ran ahead, excited for the sleepover they had planned for tonight…but also a little uneasy.

I'm lucky to have her, what if I lose her!?

Why does she stick around with him? Wybie wasn't good looking at all, he had very poor social skills, and was a real dork! There was a gallery of great boys in the student body, yet she stuck with him.

Why?

Coraline deserves better than me…no matter how much I hate it!

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I have returned from the dead! Well, not really. Ch. 2 is on the way, but I'm still debating whether to make this a two-shot or a three-shot. Now if you excuse me, I have a sudden craving for human brains…