The nerd Project 3

Chapter 15: Trevor

Chapter 15

Trevor’s pov

I still hated this whole nerd project thing.

I mean really.

We were partnered off, but I just couldn’t stand being in here with these rejects.

I felt like I was better than them.

They had all become close.

I was the outsider looking in.

I didn’t want to be friends with any of them.

I just wanted to get back to the life I had before.

Coach said he would give me another chance since all my drug tests came back clean.

I didn’t need these clowns since I was once again king.

I was going places.

All these fools would end up being dead or in orison any way.

I don’t have time for people like them.

My parents are proud of me again, and that’s all I ever wanted.

Jamie keeps trying to get me involved, but it won’t work.

Finally I told him to back off.

I asked to be put back in regular classes.

My coach went to bat for me so that I could.

I was done with this nerd crap.

It did nothing for me.

Hell I didn’t need help like those other losers.

I didn’t have a problem.

I just took one little steroid once.

It was a mistake I know that now.

I won’t be that stupid again.

Tonight I was going to a party my friends were throwing.

I was happy to be a part of the group again.

This is where I belonged.

When I showed up the party started.

I was living it up.

I was having a few drinks and making out with the head cheerleader.

She was so dang hot.

It was as if I had never been gone.

Some of the guys from the team were popping some Vicodin.

I didn’t want to be left out so I popped a few as well.

I wanted to show them I could still hang.

I downed a few more shots then went up to a bedroom to be with my hot cheerleader.

I felt dizzy, but I figured it was from all the alcohol I had just consumed.

It had been awhile since I had drank so it was hitting me hard.

I laid down on the bed, and was having a hard time breathing.

What was going on?

I needed to get help, but once the girl saw me get sick she left me.

I was going to die here in this room all alone.

I thought I was king.

 Thought I was too good for everyone.

Now here I am lying in my own puke gasping to take my last breath.

I should have tried to fit in with the people that actually cared about me, and not the king they wanted me to be.

I can’t believe after everything this is how I will be remembered.