Nerdalicious

Chapter 11: Talk about a tight situation

Chapter eleven: Talk about a tight situation

As his eyes bore into mine, I couldn’t help but find myself studying them despite the sudden change of air around us. His irises were a deep green with flecks of hazel around the edge of the pupil, but as he continued to stare at me the colour seemed to intensify to the point that I had to look away; disconnecting out strong gaze. I gulped and wrung my hands in my lap as billions of thoughts raced through my mind on their own accord. Cleary, I didn’t think my song selection out because if I had, this wouldn’t have arise.

Who knows if I try to lie, that he’ll be able to tell whether it’s true or not? I don’t tend to practice my lying skills so who am I to think it may suffice to him? Just the thought of having to lie about it made me a little bit uneasy. But as fear started to seep into my veins, the defensive part of me started to kick; the part that helps me win Judo matches.

“You can call it that I guess....” I started off as I took deep breaths through my nose.

“By who?” He asked suspiciously.

“I don’t get bullied, but my....friend does and you know how it is. When your friend hurts, you hurt; right?” I explained in a reasonable tone to try and make the cover believable.

“Why doesn’t your friend tell someone about it so it can end?” He asked again.

Easy for you to say when you’re the one bullying others, I thought bitterly.

“Her situation is a sticky one and she says it’s easier to just put up with it, rather than create confusion.” I explained; using a bit of reality of my situation to help.

“I still think it would be wiser that she brings it to the attention of an adult,” He muttered; shaking out the hair in his eyes.

“You’re one to talk,” I scoffed before I had a chance to rethink my words.

“What was that?” He asked as he narrowed his eyes at me; suddenly getting angry. Now this is the Chase I can handle; the angry one that doesn’t ask countless questions.

“Oh I just said that you’re one to talk,” I replied as I picked at my cuticles.

“Really now? And what that’s supposed to mean?” He asked as his eyes flashed dangerously.

“Nothing Mr. Concerned,” I retaliated.

“Now you’ve really got me lost. Do you have a problem with me?” He asked as he threw his hands up.

“Oh you have no clue,” I muttered darkly as I turned away from him to look at my phone screen. It had vibrated a few minutes ago and as I looked down at it, I saw I received a text from Jen. Chase was still fuming behind me but I didn’t pay him any mind as I thumbed back a response.

Suddenly I felt a breath on my shoulder so I turned around and looked him square in the eye with as much anger as he was giving off.

“May I help you?” I stressed on the word help as I jerked my head back a bit. He didn’t respond but he did continue to stare at me with a haughty look in his eyes.

“Woah there buddy, you’re kind of invading my personal bubble,” I spoke with a stern warning in my tone. He must have noticed it because he did lean away from me.

“First you’re all sentimental and shit, then you turn into a full on bitch. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have some kind of bipolar issues or something?” Was what he spat once he managed to finally speak.

“I'm bipolar? Who gives you the fucking right to accuse me of being fucking bipolar when you’re the one that treats m-” I fumed but ended up cutting myself off. I was so close to revealing my connection to him that he would have recognized fully who I was.

“What was that? Cat got your tongue?” He asked with a cynical smile.

“Just know that not everything is as it seems,” I grounded out in a dangerous tone. It was taking all of my strength to breathe in deeply through my nose and exhale through my mouth.

“Oh, so you’re gonna hit me with your wise shit next? Let me guess, after that you go into your gangster mode and start rapping some random shit,” He said with a sarcastic voice. At this point, I was ready to rip off his head and place it in a volcano. But keeping my cool was essential so I didn’t blow my cover by thinking about happy thoughts to ease my anger a bit.

“Actually, I'm going let my ninja mode do the talking if you don’t shut your fucking yap,” I muttered as I continued to try and calm myself.

“Ooh, I'm shaking,” he mocked with a slight shiver.

“You know what? I’m leaving before someone seriously ends up going home with something broken,” I seethed as I picked up all my things and left out the door. Before it closed though, his wicked laughter was heard and travelled down the hallway.

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After locking Chase out of the room for the past week, it has been pretty peaceful; well until he decided that banging on the door was his new pastime after school. Ever since two days ago, he’s been banging on the door for about ten minutes complaining about wanting to come in. I’ve ignored him and even went to the extent to now bring ear plugs but today something must have snapped inside me because I yanked the plugs out and threw my book onto the sofa before jumping to my feet. I yanked the door open and glared at the person that hadn’t stopped bothering me since our last encounter.

“What the fuck do you want?” I spat as my eyes turned into slits and glared at the person standing in front of me.

“Hello to you too,” He answered as he walked in without as much of an explanation for his presence.

“Any particular reason you decided to show your shitty face around here again?” Walking back into the room, I asked.

“I know you love my face; no need to worship it,” He said as he kicked his feet up to rest his arms behind his head.

“Since when did I imply that?” I scoffed.

“Well if you like my voice and playing, you obviously have to love this face; I mean, who doesn’t?” He asked with a matter-a-fact voice like it was a rhetorical question.

“I don’t; your point is?” I asked with hands on my hips.

“That’s what they all say....before they start falling at my feet”

“Keep dreaming then because that’ll never happen to me,” Was my nonchalant reply.

“Oh you will,” He answered with so much reassurance laced into his tone.

“And why would that be?” I asked as I raised an inquisitive brow.

“Because from now, we’ll both be here together in this room after school; whether you like it or not.”

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What this smurf is this. Like, I honestly don’t know where to slap myself or fall off my bed face first because of how horrible this chapter is -.- This chapter wasn’t planned so in the next few the plot will start to pick up......and there’s gonna be a little surprise soon :)

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