The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 10
Going back to school on Monday morning is always the worst. Some people are too lazy to get an education. Some just don't like being pushed around. I'm mostly in the latter category. But today, I fall under a different one.
Too embarrassed to show their faces after what they did over the weekend. I don't have any right to be embarrassed. I mean, it wasn't me who forced a kiss on someone. I didn't do anything that night worthy of embarrassment. But knowing Darryl he will probably spin the whole story about how he got his bruises and then I'll be the one hated by the majority.
I've seen him do it a shit load of times to me and others. All you need is people to back you up. That is one thing I do not have, although me and Melissa are getting somewhat close. I mean, the girl stopped by my house on Sunday just to see how I was doing. No snapping attitude or bitchiness. She actually came to see how I was doing.
I think mostly because of the Isaac incident. She was more of a gossip whore trying to scavenge around for the latest piece of juicy gossip. Bitch!
Anyway, we spent the whole day together, doing lord knows what to entertain ourselves, which mostly consisted of seeing who had the bitchiest comeback. I don't know if she's a closet homophobe or something, but that girl has as many gay jokes as she has cells in her body.
So, back to the Isaac incident. You're probably wondering what happened afterward, right? Well, me and him, mostly me, decided that whatever it is we have, we'll take it slow. Yes, yes, I know. I'm the world's biggest idiot for trying to 'take it slow', but I have my reasons.
I got another batch of flowers delivered to me today, and let's just say that I turned as red as a tomato when mom was the one who received the. She interrogated me until she got answers.
I didn't give her all the details, but I did tell her about Isaac. I was a little confused that she didn't even suspect. I mean, the guy came to my house with flowers in hand. I thought she would have noticed something.
She told me she hadn't seen any flowers and that he said he was there to drop off a school project. Well, it looks like I can count on him to cover for me with my mom.
He stayed for a while after our… kiss. We talked about anything and everything. He told me about where he had lived before he came here. He has one older brother and a younger sister and both of his parents know about him. I asked him if he was gay, bi, or whatever. He said he was bisexual.
Somehow that just made me even more tensed up because there are more pretty people out there in the world. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, it just is. But then I remembered that he chose me. Then I got all tingly inside. Then I wanted to barf.
I told him, reluctantly, about my family. About how my dad left us for another family. That was when I was still too young to even remember it, but mom told me about him when I was old enough. She wanted to know if I wanted to see him. I could see that she was breaking inside, but she remained strong while sharing her pain with me. I told her that if he ever wanted to see me, he knew where I was, but that I didn't want to see him after what he had put her through.
I have no siblings. It's just me and my mother, and it has been for as long as I can remember. We talked about school. Who we wanted to be. He wanted to be an astronaut, the first jock to land on the moon. Why did that not shock me?
I told him I wanted to go to the University of Texas, then become a lawyer. I've always wanted to study law. For personal reasons.
The time passed and eventually he had to leave. But not without a goodbye kiss and a promise to pick me up for school. I told him he didn't have to, but he insisted. Who am I to deny him what he wants?
So yeah, I had a pretty awesome week. Aside from the bad stuff. The good stuff out weights all the other shit.
I spent a considerable amount of time on myself for school. Even I'm not below trying to impress him. If he says I'm beautiful than I am damn well going to start acting like it. I made sure to make myself look extra good.
Also, if Darryl is going to make me feel smaller in front of the whole school, then I sure as hell am going to look good.
"Knock, knock!" a certain annoying voice sounded.
"Who's there," I said with a sigh.
"Isaac bones!" she said excitedly.
"Isaac bones who?" I answered, realizing to late what she was saying.
"You," she said, kicking the door open.
"Melissa!"
"Deacon!"
"Can you stop being a bitch for one day?"
"Only if you stop being gay for one day."
"Fine, keep your bitchiness. You don't need to give me a ride anymore. Isaac's picking me up," I said softly.
"Oh my god! Is that why you're dressed like a slut? I should have known that you have an inner beast that only…"
"If you finish that sentence, I will grab a fistful of your hair and shave it off. Good luck trying to get some ugly ass wolf to fall in love with a bald red riding hood," I said, interrupting her.
"You know she doesn't have red hair, right?"
"Red hair, red coat, same difference," I said with a shrug.
"You really are an idiot," she said, staring at me.
"Since you're below me, I guess that would make you… what's the nicest term. Mentally challenged," I said.
Before she can respond, we hear a horn.
We both look toward the door, then back at each other.
"I guess that's lover boy," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I guess you can go now," I said while opening the door for us to leave my room.
"Should I leave through the back door so he doesn't get jealous?"
"You should kill yourself and save us the trouble," I said, hustling her downstairs.
I greet my mom with a quick peck and leave.
When I get outside, I'm so busy arguing with Melissa that I don't notice Isaac immediately.
"Holy shit!" she breathes out.
I look at where her eyes are bulging out at and I see him, lounging against his car. It's a black mustang with red stripes. He's wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt that makes his muscles bulge out like they're trying to break free.
His blue jeans are hugging his thick thighs like a fucking glove. He tops it all off with a pair of white shoes. It's so simple, but everything he's wearing make him look utterly fucking edible.
"Whoa!" I said in utter shock.
He notices my shocked expression and just smirks.
"I'm not even into…" she starts to say, before stopping herself.
And I'm wiped out of my lustful thoughts.
She has a panicked look on her face that I have never seen on her. I want to tell her that it's alright and make it seem like it's not a big deal.
"Bye."
She starts running towards her car before I can say anything. I want to chase after her, but I understand how she's feeling right now. She's going to need some space and when she's ready, I'll be here for her.
"Is everything okay?" he asks, while kissing me on the head.
"Yeah, Melissa just has to do something really quick.
"Okay. You ready?" he asks, smiling at me.
"Yeah. If being ready means wanting to run back into my house to the comfort of my bed, then yes, I'm ready," I said with a fake smile.
"Well, that won't do" he said, frowning.
"What?" I ask, suspiciously.
"If you're currently in my arms where you're supposed to feel safe, but still want to go back to your bed, that means I'm doing something wrong," he said with a serious expression.
"What! You can't… it's not… why do… I give up," I said with a defeated sigh.
"Yeah, babe, it's better to just lay back and let me do all the work," he said, whispering softly into my ear.
That one sentence sent my mind into a frenzy, thinking of all the things that sentence could imply. He knew I wasn't going to reply, so he intertwined our fingers with a chuckle and guided me towards his car.
Damn him and his words!
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