The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 4
I finally arrive home after a god-awful day. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, not that any person in particular made it any better today. It was just bearable. Mom is still working, so that means I have the house to myself for a couple of hours.
What to do? I could go over my homework for today, but I already know it, so I guess it's a movie and chill.
I go to my bedroom, undress, and throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a batman insignia on it.
I decide to make some popcorn and just surf until I find a movie that doesn't make me want to barf.
Teen Wolf's new season is out and I'm feeling like I want to watch that. I have this weird fascination with werewolves. Something about them is so… sexy. My addiction began when I read one of my mom's erotic novels. I was curious about the book after seeing what was on the cover. It had a picture of a face, half wolf, and half human. Little did I know it was one of 'those' types of books. I was clueless about it being erotica at first, but I liked what I read.
The werewolf sounded so strong and commanding. He took what he wanted and asked questions later. Something about that just made me feel hot inside.
Anyway, that's what started my addiction towards those sexy ass creatures. Teen Wolf isn't exactly what I want, but then again, the only place I would find what I'm looking for would be a gay adult movie, if you know what I mean. No, not porn! I watch plenty of porn at night from various sites on the internet. So, this storyline has to do for the moment, and it doesn't disappoint.
Halfway through the episode I'm watching, my phone rings. I look at it and frown. I don't have any friends because people suck. Mom is on her way home and she's a big believer in not multitasking while driving, so who could it be.
I pick up my phone.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey, sweetie."
Well, it looks like she broke one of her rules.
"I'm going to be stuck at work. One of the guys messed up a few files and I can't risk him messing up again, so that means I have to fix it," she said, sounding distracted.
"Oh, okay, that's cool."
"And Melissa will be coming over. I phoned her mom and she didn't have anything to do, so I said it was okay if you kept her company."
"Mom! Why would you do that?" I said, the irritation clear in my voice. "You know she hates me just as much as I hate her."
"Oh, stop being such a drama queen. She doesn't hate you; you just need to open up a bit and talk to her."
"May I remind you what happened the last time we just talked?"
"It was an accident, and she apologized already."
"She said I looked like Aladdin's unattractive step brother! And that was when I first met her!" I said incredulously.
"Her mom said she will be on her best behavior, so suck it up and be nice."
I knew it was pointless to argue because she never gives up. I think that's where I got my stubbornness from.
"Fine," I said gruffly.
I said a quick goodbye and hung up. I should probably explain who Melissa is. We met in my freshman year. Our moms had been best friends in high school and reconnected after they saw each other at my freshman orientation. So, she invited them to come over to our house so they could catch up. Since I had no friends, my mom thought this was an opportunity for me to start making some.
Boy was she wrong!
They came over and mom told me to show her my room. Anyway, she just stood in the middle of the room, despite my attempts to make conversation. While I fiddled with the stereo, she just out and told me I looked like Aladdin's unattractive step brother.
I didn't know if she was joking or being serious. Her face was expressionless, so I'm going with the latter. I responded by saying it looked like a little red riding hood died on her head due to the red color. We went back and forth until I thought I was going to explode.
I marched downstairs, opened the front door and slammed it behind me. I spent a few minutes walking around, trying to calm myself down. I mean, she knows nothing about me, so what gave her the right to say that about me.
When I got back, mom was furious at me, telling me how much Melissa was hurt that I had left her like that. I didn't believe it for a second. She made me phone them and apologize.
We went through freshman year without even greeting each other in the hallways. The only time I talked with her was when she came over with her mom, and it's still that way even now.
I heard a knock at the door, disturbing my Teen Wolf marathon. Well, here we go again!
I opened the door to the she devil herself.
I looked at her and see nothing has changed over the summer. She still has the same fiery long red hair, brownish eyes, and she hasn't grown any. I'm no giant, but I'm no midget either. She's probably an inch or so shorter than me.
"Hello, Melissa," I said with a fake smile.
She just stares at me. Somehow, I have a feeling this is going to be a very, very long night.
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