The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 3
School is boring as hell today. I mean, I've been going from one class to another like a zombie. I still have biology last period, then, thank god, I'm done with school for the day. I walked into the classroom and only Ms. Burke was present.
I walked to my usual seat at the back and plop myself down. As I wait, the rest of the students start to enter, and thankfully don't bother me.
The teacher hands out activities for us to do. I complete mine quickly. What can I say, being smart has it's perks. I lay my head down and just wait for the bell to sound.
I hear someone open the door and kids start murmuring. I look up out of pure curiosity and notice that dirty blond hair. I immediately drop my head a little so he won't spot me.
"Excuse me, ma'am, sorry to intrude, but I seem to have gotten lost, you know, the first day of school and everything," he said shyly, while scratching his head.
"Oh no, I understand. You're not intruding," she said, while blushing a little.
"I need help finding umm…" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his schedule. "Mr. Dicke's class."
"Oh, most certainly! I can get one of my students to show you."
She looks around the classroom and I instantly pray to all the gods that she does not pick me.
"Oh yes, Mr. Forsythe, do you mind taking Mr. …"
She looked at him.
"Carter, Isaac Carter," he said with a smirk.
I hear a few girls giggle. I finally raise my head so he can see me. His eyes land on me and I swear I had a mini heart attack. I pray that he will forget about our little encounter, but it's very unlikely since he gave a toothy grin when he spotted me.
"Umm… I think maybe someone else should take him to his class," I reply, without looking at him.
"Oh, but you are done with your activity, aren't you?" she asks.
"I am, but…"
"Then I don't see a problem with you showing him where Mr. Dicke is," she replies, interrupting me.
I try to think of another excuse, but I soon give up, seeing that my brain has shut down. Stupid brain!
I get up and start packing my books, taking as long as possible as I attempt to delay the inevitable. When I'm out of things to do, I throw my backpack over my shoulder and walk towards him.
He follows me out of the classroom and falls in line beside me. We don't talk for a few seconds, but he soon breaks the silence.
"I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Carter, Isaac Carter," he said with a smirk.
What the hell! Is he in some James Bond movie or something? Does he need to do that… thing with his name. He managed to push my buttons with the way he said his name. I have a feeling this is going to be a long walk.
"Yeah, I know that already," I said, a bit pissed off.
"Yeah, you probably did, but I wanted to say it anyway," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to forget me," he said seriously, looking straight into my eyes.
Damnit! I'm pretty sure I'm blushing right now. Can you blame me? I mean, who says cheesy shit like that so seriously?
I just shut up and don't reply. I don't trust my voice. We finally reach his classroom, so if I can just…
"So, you're a senior?" he asked.
"Yeah," I say confidently. "You a senior too?"
"No," he said, scratching his head a little.
"Wait, you're a junior?" I said, in a disbelieving tone.
"Yeah. Is that a bad thing?"
"Oh no, it's just you look… a bit too big to be a junior. You look more like a senior."
"Would you like me better if I was a senior?" he asked.
"Wh… what?" I said, stuttering.
I look over at him and notice the gleam in his eyes and the small smile on his lips. He's playing with me. I shove him on his shoulder but he didn't even budge. Since he's such a smart ass, he can find the class by himself. I turn around and start walking away from him, but I hear his laugh getting closer, until a hand lands on my shoulder.
"Hey, it was just a joke. You know I like it when you blutter," he said, while still laughing.
"Blutter?"
"Yeah! It's so cute when you blush and stutter at the same time."
I slap my hand against my head, but from the feeling in my cheeks I know I'm blushing.
"Just keep quiet until we get to your class," I said with fake irritation, but from the smile on his lips, I know he sees right through me.
We finally arrived in front of his class.
"So, this is Mr. Dicke's class," I said.
"Okay, thanks for helping me out," he said with a grin.
"Yeah, you should be. I don't usually help people."
He just chuckles as I start to walk away.
"Hey," he shouts after me. "You never told me your name."
"Figure it out," I shout back with a smirk.
I turn and start to walk away again, but I hear his laugh as I round the corner, and it's like music to my ears.
Well shit!
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