The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 12
Isaac invited me to one of his games.
It was a normal game against an average school, but for me it meant a whole lot more. This was our first public event as a couple, and I have to say, I'm fucking ecstatic.
Although we haven't discussed whether we're 'together'. As in 'hey, this is Isaac, my boyfriend' kind of together, it sure felt like it.
He sends me sweet messages during classes when he doesn't see me. I get a card occasionally, and chocolate. It's just so romantic, and it's making me all mushy inside. He also says the sweetest things to me. I sometimes think he's forgotten my name because I have transitioned completely to 'babe'.
Although he can be sweet, the badass Isaac turns me the fuck on. Seeing him get serious and down to business, taking what he wants, not asking questions later. Lord have mercy!
I don't even know how to handle him. He's not doing it intentionally, but even the simplest of moves, like stretching, picking up something, combing his hand through his hair. Not to mention that ass! It just makes me want to ravish his mouth, and I'm fucking terrified.
I can't get this urge out of me and it's driving me insane. I've become more aware of his presence like some horny hyena. I've never felt like this before. Knowing him, he probably wouldn't mind me just taking what I wanted, but I know if I start, I won't be able to stop.
I know this is probably a cliché and I sound pretty gay, but I want my first time with him to be special. A day I can remember for the rest of my life. Even if we eventually breakup, I would still cherish that memory. I want a moment like that.
It's also not helping that he has this habit of putting his arm around me every time we're in front of someone. Well, maybe not every time, but I've noticed that whenever we walk past the jocks, especially Darryl, his arm snakes around my neck and stays there until we have to part.
Oh yeah, about my conversation with Darryl. I told Isaac about it because I didn't know what it meant. I thought it was that he didn't like me, but since he's trying to better himself, I think he apologized. So that parting sentence probably meant that he can't let go of hating me, so he wants me to hate him back.
I told Isaac that I can't. If he apologized, I don't think I can hate someone after they apologize. A sincere one. At least it sounded sincere.
He just stood and glared at me. I was getting a little scared because I could feel the tension coming off him in waves. The only thing he muttered was that I have to stay away from Darryl, and it wasn't up for discussion.
I told him that he's my boyfriend and we're together, but nobody tells me to do anything that I don't want to. Then he kissed me, hard, and I gave in. But I told him that if Darryl was able to greet me and talk to me like a normal person, I wouldn't stop him. I'm not that cruel. If he's trying to forget the stuff he did to me, then me dissing him and being rude would just open those scars.
We came to an understanding and he dropped the subject. I don't know why he got so angry. It's not like Darryl wants to shove his tongue down my throat. The party thing was only because he was curious and confused. As I said before, I was a safe choice.
So far, my life has gotten a huge upgrade. One that I'm extremely happy with. No bullying. Just me and my sexy ass jock.
So, the football game. It was after school, and since I still have a few more classes left, Melissa said she would give me a ride to the stadium.
She hasn't said anything about her slipup. I tried my best to make her feel safe enough to share it with me, but she avoided it like the plague. I'm surprised she even offered to take me home and to the game.
I don't want to rush her and risk losing the only friend I have. Yes, I just said it! It's like being with Isaac made me more open and… happy. I'm doing stuff that would make the old me think I'm crazy. Like taking the trash out willingly, or making my mom coffee in the morning when it's usually the other way around. I'm telling you, the boy has super powers.
The bell sounds, bringing me out of my daze. My last class is English, then I can go home. I can't wait to see Isaac in his uniform, looking sexy as hell. See! The old me would never say that.
I walk into the classroom and there sits a new teacher. What happened to Ms. Campbell?
I take my seat at the back and try to relax. The seats start to fill up, and soon everyone is seated. I glance to my left and see Darryl staring at me. I knew we had English together so I'm not surprised to see him.
I give him a small smile and the stony expression that her was sporting breaks into a smile. Weird!
"Okay everyone, settle down. Ms. Campbell won't be here today due to and unforeseen event, so I'll be here to substitute. I want you to sit in groups of two and discuss today's assignment," he said in a monotone voice.
I start to unpack my books when I notice a body plop down in the seat next to me.
"Hey," Darryl says rather enthusiastically.
"Um, hey," I said slowly.
"So, I guess we're partners," he said matter of fact.
I look around the class and everyone is busy talking. He came from his usual seat to here. It would be kind of rude to chase him away.
"Yeah, I guess we are," I said.
"So, how are you and Isaac? You guys are a couple now, right?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Yeah, yeah we are," I said with a full-blown smile.
"What do you see in the guy?"
I frown instantly.
"What do you mean?" I ask slowly.
"I mean, the guy isn't that great. Coach Dorgan just gave him my position because I was lagging in math. He's not that big. I could take him," he said, flexing his arms like it's the most normal thing ever. "I mean, look at these guns."
"Well, it's hard to admire them when they've been the cause of my misery," I said with a clipped tone.
He deflates immediately and that makes me mentally slap myself. Here I am, preaching about not opening old wounds and I did exactly that. I'm so stupid. He gets up to leave, but I grab his arm.
"Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Here you are, trying to be friendly and I'm just fucking it up. That was a dick move," I said with regret in my voice.
"Naa, it's cool," he said, sitting back down.
I sigh in relief. I don't want him to return to how he used to be. And worse, me being the cause of it.
"You can just make it up to me," he said with a shrug.
I can see a small smile on his lips.
"Oh yeah? And what would I have to do? Bring you a glass slipper?" I said teasingly.
"Nope, that wouldn't be enough," he said, shaking his head.
"Then what would make you forgive me?"
"You coming to my game," he said, looking me dead in the eyes.
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