When The Jock Fell In Love With A Nerd

Chapter 2

Noah's POV
"Kyle honey! Are you up?" Her voice was sweet and mellow, so soothing. A lot different from what I'm used too.
Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but his mom opened the door anyway. She looked at me with her mouth open.
And then.. smiled?

"Kyle dear, why didn't you say you had your boyfriend over?"

I held in a laugh.

Kyle looked confused,

"What boyfriend?"

His mother pointed at me. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion,

"He is your boyfriend isn't he? No son of mine would be sleeping around."

I chuckled at this adorable womans conclusion. If only she knew..

Kyle widened his eyes and shook his head,

"No! He's totally my boyfriend! Boyfriend! Yup!"

He finally got out after glitching like an old video game for seven hundred years.

My eyes widened at what he said though, Uhm hey. Yeah, maybe ask me if I'm okay pretending to be your lover?

"Oh okay! Just making sure."

His mother did a girly giggle of some sort and left the room.

Kyle did a breathe of relief and turned to a somewhat angry me.

"What's your name?" he asked.
My jaw dropped, say sike right now. Like right fucking now.

"Oh totally, just tell your mom we're dating without even knowing my name! Cause that's so smart! " I yelled. He widened his eyes a little, his cheeks and ears turning pink, mumbling something about how he's 'sorry about that.

I sighed, "Noah, the name's Noah."
His eyes widened as if he realized something,
"Wait as in NOAH FUCKING-"
"Blake? Yeah." I finished for him. He gasped, acting like he met some celebrity. I rolled my eyes. My parents aren't that cool jeez..

"Dude! Why aren't you on the field! I mean I heard that you turned out a bit nerdy but your parents are-"

"Total football legends? Not my style, my mom is pretty cool with me being a nerd because I get great grades but my father? Just as disappointed as you are."

He closed his mouth and then looked at me with the same look everyone else does. Sympathy. Why? Like hell do I know, my parents aren't dead or anything, I'm not getting abused. My dad just isn't fond of how I choose my life. I thought it was normal to have disappointed parents?

I threw a pillow at him with a sudden desperate need to get him to stop looking at me like I just told him my dog died from cancer.

"Where are my clothes."
He caught the pillow with ease and gave me a confused look.
"Where are you going?"
"Uhm, how does home sound?"
He shook his head, "No way dude. My mom is definitely gonna want you here for breakfast."
"Tell her I have a project or something."
"At 10am? She's so not gonna believe that."

I groaned, upset that I have to spend breakfast pretending to be this idiots boyfriend.

He gave me puppy dog eyes, "Pleaseee!"
Puppy dog eyes should be considered cheating. How could any human being deny those? I rolled my eyes, "One breakfast. And for the record, I'm straight."

I think.

He chuckled, "No offense or anything, but by the hickies you gave me, I definitely think you aren't straight." I glared at him.

Maybe not so straight then.

"Keep this up and I'll tell your mom you're being a man-whore."
He raised his hands in defense, then threw me a shirt that looked too big for me and my boxers and shorts. I gave him a confused look,

He winked, "Gotta put on a believable show right?"

I have a feeling I got myself into a shit ton of trouble