The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 13
The night has finally arrived. It's Isaac's game and I'm excited about going to see him play. I stay for what he promised afterward. I swear he's making these things up as he goes along. I'm also clueless as to why he's acting like a predator marking his prey.
When Darryl sprung his statement on me, I have to say I was surprised as hell. I thought he would tell me I had to do his homework or some other assignment, but that I had to come to his game. I never dreamed it would be something like that.
I mean, not so long ago he used to beat the crap out of me for a living. Now he wants me to go to his game! I'm not saying that I don't want to. I want to build a friendly relationship with him and try to help him. If I were in his shoes, I would feel lost too. It just feels weird.
I have to admit that I'm a little bit happy that we're starting to become friends. At least I think so. He's given me a reason to think so as well. When the class was over, he walked with me to meet Isaac. He talked to me all the way there, and he has a sense of humor. I have to admit I can see why the majority of girls go crazy over him.
When Isaac saw us together, I could see him visibly tense. He probably thought that Darryl was bothering me again but I told him that we had put the past in the past, so he shouldn't be surprised that we can at least talk to each other now. Although I am.
The first thing Isaac did was wrap his arm around my neck and glare at Darryl. I whispered in his ear for him to play nice, but that didn't work out. Darryl probably sensed the uncomfortable tension and decided to leave, but not before reminding me about our little pact.
Isaac being overprotective, wanted to know what he was talking about. I told him about our little conversation and how happy I am that we're getting to be friends.
He looked hurt at first and I felt a huge pang in my chest. I didn't even know why. Then it hit me that I'm supposed to be there for him. I apologized and told him that I could be there for both of them. The only difference was that I would run up to him after the game and smother him with kisses.
I could see he still wasn't happy. It's not like I can take back my promise to Darryl. So, I told Isaac that I would do something to make it up to him. It was the best and worst decision of my life.
He got this evil smirk on his face when I said that. He was staring at me, and I swear I could hear the gears turning in that pretty little head of his. He raked his gaze down my body and I visibly shivered when his tongue slipped out and slid over his bottom lip, making it wet and shiny.
He shifted his gaze back to me and just gave me an innocent smile as if he hadn't just eye fucked me. He put his arm back around me and we started walking towards his car without saying a thing.
We climbed into his mustang and only then did he speak.
"A date!"
That's all he said. I asked what he meant and he told me that he wants to go out on a date with me. The whole nine yards. He wants to pick me up, take me to a fancy restaurant where I can order whatever I want. Then maybe go on a ride around town afterward, then finally, he wants to book a room at a hotel.
I couldn't hear what he said after that because he had me at 'room' and 'hotel'. I've watched enough chick flicks to know what that means. God, was I ready to let that happen? Weren't we rushing it a little? I don't know if there's like a time limit or something.
When I got my brain to work, I asked him when he wanted to do it. He said immediately after the game. When he scores the final touchdown and wins the game. He wants to take me on a date as his reward. I doubt that he's looking forward to only the restaurant.
I agreed, even though I knew that he was trying to prove something, or more like, since I messed up the game, I have no choice but to agree. So, it was my fault. And I have to say that I have never been this happy to have made a mistake.
So that's why I'm sitting on my bed with my headphones on, music blasting in my ears, trying to block out my anxiety. For some reason I can handle being seen in public with Isaac, but the instant I imagine us alone in a room, it makes me sweat like a cat in heat.
I suddenly hear someone shouting my name and my door vibrating, like it's being pounded on.
I jump up and open the door to a very angry little redhead.
"Hey, sorry about that. My headphones were on max." I said apologetically.
"Damn! It sounded like I had a grudge against your door," she said, waving her hands around.
"Are you done?" I ask her after she stops complaining.
"Yeah, yeah, I think I'm done," she said, breathlessly.
I let her in while I go to get a jacket so we can go.
"So, why are you so bitchy today?" I ask her while searching for a jacket to match my shoes.
I know! That's so gay! Well, I am gay, damn it!
"It's nothing," she said, but in a not so convincing voice.
I turn around immediately and see the frown on her face. I walk towards her and sit next to her while placing my hand on her knee.
"Melissa, what's wrong?" I said, talking with care. "You can try, but I can hear it in your voice."
She looks up at me and I see the tears threatening to fall down her freckled cheeks.
She jumps into my arms and I immediately wrap my arms around her. She lets out tiny whimpers while gripping me like a teddy bear.
"Shhh, shhh. It's alright. Everything's going to be okay," I said while rocking her back and forth.
"It's not! How can you say that?" she said, pulling away and glaring at me.
"Well, it will be as soon as you tell me what's wrong," I said, as if to a scared animal.
"It won't. You want to know why? Because I don't have a mom as open as yours, Deacon. If I tell my mom what I am, I know I'll be heading straight to the streets."
There it was. What I've been waiting for her to feel safe enough to tell me. And she has.
"Melissa, calm down and listen to me," I said, grabbing her hands and her attention as well.
She stops her ranting and stares at me like a lost puppy.
"Take a deep breath and listen to me and only me, okay?"
She nods.
"Have you told your mom yet?
She shakes her head no. She opens her mouth to say something but I stop her.
"Melissa, if you haven't told her, then how do you know that she'll hate you?" I ask with care.
"I have this feeling that she'll disown me afterward," she said softly.
"Your mom is one of the nicest people I know, Melissa. She would never do that to you. You know why? Because she loves you too damn much," I said, squeezing her hand.
"But…"
"No buts, Melissa. She's your mom. You have to trust her," I said, interrupting her.
"Hypothetically, if she does kick you out, which will never happen, you can come live with us. My mom would be more than happy to have another girl in the house," I said with a soft smile.
She looks down again at her lap and sighs in defeat.
"Okay, I'll tell her," she said confidently.
"That's my confident diva," I said jokingly.
"Shut up. Just because I had one moment doesn't make you queen. I still rule, bitch," she said, smiling.
We start laughing and I see tears stream down her cheeks, this time out of relief, I think.
"So, are we going, or are you too chickenshit?" she asks.
"Are you sure you're up for it? I can call Isaac to come pick me up if you want," I said with concern.
"God! I'm not fucking broken. I just had a moment. It won't happen again. I'll just get it over with. So, are we going?" she asked, looking at me.
"Yeah. I don't want to be late seeing my boyfriend smashing into people," I said, chuckling.
"Then let's get going," she said, standing up.
I grab my jacket and we head out. I walk past her to greet my mom and to let her know we're leaving, when I think I hear Melissa mutter something. I'm not sure, but it sounds like "thanks." I must be crazy.
We leave the house and climb into her car.
She starts to pull out and we leave for the stadium.
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