4 Nerds Want Lemons

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Chapter 4

Tomlin

Tuesday 2:30pm

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"Listen, Bae. I just think it's best if you take a break from boys for a while. Look at all these things people are saying about you." Tessa was saying, scrolling comment after comment that said so many horrible things about me it was hard to fathom why my best friend would make me see them.

"Stop it, Tessa. I don't care what they say. And if you were my real friend. You wouldn't care either." I frowned at her, taking out my math book. Throughout the whole class she insisted on showing me all the mean things she was seeing. Then suddenly ten minutes before the bell rang she gasped and grabbed my arm.

"What the fuck did you do, Lemons?"

I looked at her like she was stupid. "The hell? I didn't do shit, gurl." My voice was higher than needed, but damn what?

"Look at this." She handed me her phone with the photoshopped picture I made earlier. It was now the only post on the school's forum and under it said, "It takes a whore to frame a whore." My eyes widened. I glared at her.

"Did you post the original?"

"No. John Wells did." She was so automatic with her answer I didn't think I could believe her.

"Why would he do it? Wait, who is that? I don't even know who that is." I shook my head at her. She was lying. Had to be.

"He is a boy who wants you to stop being a slut. Duh. He probably likes you. I think he's right too, you should really zip it up. " And just like that the bell rang and she was running off to find a new victim. I couldn't believe this was happening. 

And where was my phone anyway?

"Tomlin?" A voice startled me. I stood from my chair grabbing my leather arm bag and looked at green eyes who was holding my phone out for me. I glared at him, taking the phone.

"Did you do that?" I jutted my chin toward Tessa.

"Yes. And I need you to not tell any of my friends I did because if you tell on me they'll probably disown me."

I furrowed my eyebrows at his wording. "You mean fight with you? Be mad at you?"

"No. I mean disown. I know what it means. You're not the only smart guy here. I have a 4.0 GPA too." He was yelling and I really wanted to pat his head and tell him it'd be alright, but that sounded very wrong.

"Okay. Why would they disown you?"

"Because they told me not to meddle. But I had to meddle because Tessa is a horrible person and I know she's your best friend-"

"Stop." I held my hand up in his face.

"Just give me the phone and go. Don't tell me anything else. It'll only incriminate you further. It's best you just be a good criminal and skirt along now." He shakily handed me the phone.

I really wanted to ask him his name and why he helped me, but if his friends really would be mad at him for this. What was the point?

"You don't want to know who put that picture of you up?" He looked shocked, or like he'd made a huge mistake.

"No. I don't. I just want it to go away. I want you to go away." His green eyes darkened and for a moment I thought he was going to cry, making me panic.

"You know I've never stepped out of line with bossman because he scares the fuck out of me. Shit I'm not supposed to be cussing. Don't say anything about that either."

"Why not? You sound like you're in a cult with all those rules."

"Shut up. I am not in a cult. I really just love the dude. But I went against him this time because I thought helping you would be worth the risk. You seemed kind and like me. I guess I was wrong. Sorry. I won't bother you anymore." He looked so sad as he walked away with shrunken shoulders. I wanted to run after him and make sure he's okay.

Yet I knew it wasn't my place. But couldn't I just try to be nice? I groaned about going after him, moving my feet to follow, but someone grabbed my arm.

"Don't follow him. He'll be fine." I turned to find the kid with gray eyes and blonde hair with the skin scar from earlier giving me a smirk and a wink.

Oh man, he was just as cute as the shorter green eyed kid I just hurt.