Stuck Between The Pages

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: RESCUE

I just like to say I'm from London, I don't have any specific area I represent. I'm not representing for a small group of people. I'd like everybody to be able to relate to a nerd, because everybody's a bit nerdy. I'm more interested in that than in where they're from. I'm more interested in what people do.
-Craig Taylor

"Hey Nerd." I greet Robin, plopping down on the school step next to her, fourth period not having started yet and she already has her nose stuck in a book.

Blue eyes glance up to me, "Hey Dummy."

"Hey Nell, how are you?" The one and only Penelope Alcott sarcastically asks herself, turning to face the opposite side and just as sardonically replies to herself. "I'm about to stab a bitch, the bitch being me, because I stepped in a puddle and now my sock is wet, but other than that I'm fantastic."

Amused I look over to the sardonic girl. "Hey Nell, sorry about the stabby feelings, I have like, extra socks, shirts, sweatpants and jackets in my locker if you ever need them. Everything will be big on you, but they'd be like, upper calf length instead of normal socks."

"Oh fuck yeah, give me your passcode." She slams her hand down on the table. "I'm getting warm and dry, boys."

Robin scoffs in her direction, but doesn't react more than that -apparently not realizing she is, in fact, one of 'Nell's boys'.

With that she bolts up- -without any of my info- -and dashes out the cafeteria doors, not even taking her bag with her. At least it's the start of lunch, so she has time. Chuckling a bit, I pull out my phone and text her my locker code.

The moment I put my phone down is the moment I notice the nerd's book just on the cafeteria table, unguarded, being left alone as vulnerable as it can be because her reaction time is literally the worst ever.

Unceremoniously, I grab it- -it being the first book in the Uglies series, a series I know she's read before- -and open it to where her cute little Star Wars 'May the Force be with You' bookmark is.

"Cool!" I say, slipping the bookmark out from where it's stuck between the pages, putting a poem a few pages lower. "What page are you on anyway?"

Like I said, Robin's reaction time is absolute shit, so when she decides to slap the wrist of the hand that's holding her book, I can tell she didn't think about that at all. I drop the book on the ground with a harsh thud.

"Wow," Huffing out, very amused, I raise an eyebrow at her. "That wasn't very smart for such a nerd."

This makes Robin slap at my shoulder with a loud scoff, reaching down to grab her book -sending me a glare through the rim of her glasses. "Don't hurt my books! How would you feel if I banged you against the ground?" 

"How would I feel?" Laughing out, I give her a playful once over. "Probably really good."

"S-shut up!" She hisses out, blush nearly overtaking her freckles. "I didn't mean like that, you insufferable jock-strap."

"Oh, we're going there now, four-eyes?"

"Yes, Johnny Bravo," Robin responds just as playfully, but is very poorly faking her angry face. Even a blind person could tell she's happy. "I'm going there."

I shrug, slyly pulling the book mark out again. "Whatever you say, Velma."

The nerd scoffs. "We've been over this before, I am not -hey! What the fuck! Give that back, I was lucky enough the first time that the book fell open on my page, and you go and do that? What is wrong with you?"