The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 7
Days passed, and let me tell you, those have been the strangest days of my life. I expected things to just go on as usual after all of the recent events.
Oh, how wrong I was!
Imagine my surprise when Darryl started back up with his usual assholery. You know, pushing my books out of my arms, stealing my backpack, talking shit, and puffing up his chest like a peacock, trying to attract god knows what.
While he was doing all of the above, out of all the people I would expect to come to my rescue, Melissa does. I mean, I never, ever thought she would try to rescue me because of our past experiences together.
Even if I were to entertain the idea of someone being my knight in shining armor, it has to be Isaac. Yes, that Isaac! Isaac Carter. Not that he's mine or anything. That would be stupid of me to just assume.
He would come bursting through the doors, shouting my name with that strong and masculine voice that he has. Everyone would stop dead in their tracks to stare at his perfectly sculpted chest and those incredible abs, but he will, of course, have shorts on because he has some modestly after all.
Darryl would then start quaking in his shoes and crying, because in my fantasy, he's a little girl trapped in a baboon's body.
Then Isaac would start stalking towards me with lust in his eyes. Everyone immediately backs up and gives the Greek god the space he so rightfully deserves.
He stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my lips as he looks down at me. I slide my tongue over my lips and he dives in and smashes our lips together right there in front of everyone. I battle with him, trying to get control. I know he will eventually win, but I like making him work for it. He tries to gain entrance into my mouth, but I don't let him. I feel him bite my lip, which makes me gasp.
He forces his tongue down my throat and takes what he wants. We finally stop the kiss and he sweeps me up in his arms and starts walking towards the exit, but not before giving Darryl a death stare, but not saying a word. He's brooding and mysterious like that.
He lets me down and I climb onto his back while he walks off into the woods, where we live happily ever after. The end.
I think I strayed a bit off topic, but I'm not going to apologize.
So, Melissa steps in and starts bitching about the principal being on his way or something. I couldn't be bothered with what she was saying because what the hell is she even doing here!
Darryl just leaves with his friends. She walks off afterward and leaves me standing there like an idiot with my mouth open.
You think I'm done? Oh no, I'm far from it!
On a normal day, I would sit alone with my lunch during our lunch break. While I was sitting there eating, Isaac just slid in opposite me and starts talking like we're the best of friends.
What's even weirder is that most of the kids that sit at the 'cool table' were staring at us. They have the right to because everyone knows that he joined the football team and became the quarterback. Darryl was slacking and Isaac was the only one fit enough to take his position, or something along those lines. I'm not a football fanatic, okay.
It went on like that almost every day like clockwork. It even gets better every day. The jocks are attacking me less and I get rides with him. Not that I'm excited about that. It's just that I can save money not taking the bus. So, I can buy more stuff.
Yeah, that's the reason.
The week is finally over, and it's time for the short-lived weekend. I get to relax my fragile mind and just forget about this super weird week.
Mom went out for the night with her 'friends'. Look at her trying to be popular by using the plural, since we all know she only has one. Or maybe it's just me being jealous. I'm going with the former.
I'm in my room rereading, for the hundredth time, the Harry Potter series when someone rings the doorbell but doesn't think to leave it at just one ring. No, the asshole has to keep on pressing it like it's a fucking game.
I storm down the stairs and rip open the door with as much anger as I can muster. There stands Melissa. I start to think, trying to remember if mom told me anything about babysitting the devil, but I don't remember barfing, so that's a no. So that means she's stopping by because she wants to. We always just pop by each other's houses like we're best friends. Yeah, of course that's what we do.
"What do you want?" I ask with a deadpan expression.
"Oh, is that anyway to greet a lady?" she said, while putting her hand over her heart.
"I'll greet you like a lady when you start being less of a bitch."
"You know, flattery gets you nothing, right?" she said with a wink.
"Just tell me what you're doing here," I said with a sigh.
"We're going to a party," she said with an innocent smile.
"I'm sorry, I think I heard you wrong. You said party, as in where people go to get drunk and get STD's."
"Yeah, that one, but don't worry about the STD's. They have condoms in every room for safety."
"Hell no," I said, before closing the door in her face.
She puts her foot in and stops me from closing it. I try and force it and break her foot, but she, being the devil and all, pushes it open despite my efforts.
I fall on my butt after the door swings wide open. It hurts. A lot.
"Oh my god! You're so gay!" she said, bursting out in laughter.
"What the hell does that mean!" I said furiously, while I stand up.
"You couldn't even stop a girl from opening a door!" she said, gripping her stomach and putting her hand on her knee.
"We all know you are far from being a girl," I said angrily.
"We all also know now that you are far from stopping one," she said, still laughing.
"I don't need this shit!"
I turn and start walking back to my room, but not before she grabs my hand.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to be so… so… weak," she said while wiping away her tears.
"Look, just go to your stupid party and leave me alone," I said, trying to get out of her grip.
We all know how that's going to work out.
"Nope, you're coming with me, so go get dressed in the gayest clothes your invisible unicorn picked out for you and meet me downstairs in ten minutes."
"First, that's stereotypical thinking that all gay people like unicorns. Second, over my dead body."
I said the last sentence slowly.
"You either come with me or I tell your mom about Darryl bullying you," she said with a serious face.
"You wouldn't," I said through gritted teeth.
"Try me," she said with sass.
"Fine," I said with a huff.
"That's my girl" she said with a smirk.
I walk up to my room and slam my door. The noise wasn't as loud as I wanted it to be and that just fueled my anger.
I went to the bathroom and decided to take a shower. The bitch can wait! That seemed to satisfy me a little.
When I got out, it hit me. I'm going to a party! A real-life party! I've never been to one. What should I wear? Is there a code or something? Should I wear formal or casual? Should I wear like in between?
Then I realized I sound like a fucking school girl gushing about whether the jocks will like me or not, and I'm not a fucking school girl. I decided on my batman t-shirt and matching underwear, hey don't judge me, and black faded jeans with a pair of black shoes.
I played with my hair, trying to make it look presentable, and finally settled with it combed to the side. I thought I looked good enough, so I took a jacket out of my closet and went downstairs.
"Jesus, it took you long…" she started to say, before staring at me.
"What? Is something wrong?" I asked, trying to sound less insecure than I felt.
"You're probably the only person I know that can make a batman shirt look sexy."
"Did you just compliment me?" I asked, looking at her as if she'd grown a second head.
"Oh god I did, didn't I," she said, looking disgusted.
"Don't ever do that again. It's fucking weird!"
"Oh god! I think I'm going to barf. Water, I need water," she said, covering her mouth.
She goes toward the kitchen and I hear the tap turn on. She comes back after her barf session and looks a little bit better.
"Remind me never to do that again," she said, walking slowly towards the door.
"Sure," I said.
We walk towards her car. Yes, she has a car! I don't have one, and I'm older than her. This just confirms my mother does not love me.
I get in and the car starts.
Shit!
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