The Nerd and The Bitch

Chapter One: Cars, school & boys.

Author's note, this is the first chapter. And it kinda sucks but WHATEVER OKAY I TRIED. 

The song on the side is Bec's favorite song & the one she listens to in this chapter. 

Ethan's actor is older than I wanted but imagine him young idk hahaha and with glasses

I hope you like this because I want to continue this.

Vote, comment and fan or whatever thanks. 

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Chapter One: Cars, school & boys. 

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL THE COPS" She screams. I glance at my phone, it's 8 am and Im already being threatened with prison. Cool.

"GO AHEAD, CALL THEM. THEY'LL JUST CALL YOU A CRAZY BITCH AND ME AND THE COP CAN LAUGH ABOUT IT. GO A FUCKING HEAD." My yell sounds more throaty than normal, it may be because I just woke up, or because of the fact that I had been up until four in the morning having a yelling match with my mother. One that I won, again.

That's one thing about my mother, she may be spitey and have an extremely short fuse, but I can easily get the best of her in any argument.

Every. Single. Time.

"GET YOUR FUCKING ASS TO SCHOOL" By now I'm sure the neighbors, and the kids I can see outside my window waiting for their bus, can hear her as if she were talking to them. A few of the children glance towards my house, a worried look on one of it's faces.

Another one notices my standing in my window, a little boy. He elbows his friend to get his attention. They stare at me, I realize by now that I'm standing here half naked for the world to see. But I don't care in the slightest. They'll learn about it eventually, and I'm not one of those annoying little girls who worries about their body and all that other bullshit.

I'm fit and that's all, running from the cops on a nightly basis will do that to you. Knocking the shit out of someone every other day will do that to you. And come on, have you ever seen a fat street racer? All that adrenaline and intense speeds, you gotta have a healthy heart to keep up. 

By this time, I hear my 'mother' leaving for god knows where. She doesn't have a job, she doesn't do anything productive with her life. She lives off my father, who works away, cheating on him every other night.

I should probably tell you, she's not my real mom. My real mother left not even 2 weeks after I was born. Leaving me with my father, who now leaves me with this bitch.

He used to go from girlfriend to girlfriend, or it seemed as such. Every time he'd come home he'd have a different woman on his arm as he stumbled through the door. I'd get a "sweetie this is my girlfriend, were in love. She's going to be with us for a few days so be nice, alright?" Every time. I was never nice, but in my defense, the women he brought home were never that kind to me.

I'm not the only one in fault here.

Despite the constant string of women, and even a few exes turned stalkers, dear old dad settled down with Betty.

She's been living here over a year now, I'm waiting for the day he comes home , decides he's sick of her and asks her to leave.

It hasn't happened yet.

The only thing that HAS actually happened is her calling the cops on my at least once a week for some thing or another. "She got home at two in the morning, she stinks of alcohol", "she's been out with people twice her age racing around the streets again", etcetera.