4 Nerds Want Lemons

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Chapter 10

Tomlin

Thursday 1:35pm

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I'm not sure why I was in the principal's office. The principal was yelling, the assistant principal was yelling, the four Jugheads behind me were screaming.

And me?

Yeah, I was sitting quietly in the corner wondering if my hair still looked okay. I sighed, crossing my left leg over my right knee and hit fingers into my jaw.

"Sir?" I raised my hand, cutting them all off.

"What do you want, Tomlin?"

"Why am I here? I didn't see shit, to know shit, to say shit. I'm leaving."

He scoffed at me. "This is all your fault."

I widened my eyes at him. "Excuse me, Sir? My fault. I don't know one of those boys' names. Not one. How is this my fault?" I was incredulous about it. Fuck him and his hard on for me. He hated me and I never really got why. But from day one he treated me like I was an asshole.

The principal handed me a tablet and pressed play on cctv camera from earlier. It was me walking past the group of guys in the office behind me. The no names that I dumped by the way. Even though ever since I'd done that they've made it a point to talk to me, but whatever.

In the video we were in the cafeteria for lunch and I walked by, the taller of the three, good Ole navy blues himself, stared at my ass when I left, in his hand he held a bottle of liquid that he shook or squeezed either way, the thing exploded causing the other boys to think they were being attacked, one thing led to another and a brawl started in the cafeteria, the next thing you know it was a food fight galore. And apparently it was all my fault. I smirked.

"You're a moron." I stood, grabbing my backpack.

"Excuse me?" The principal. A short surly man huffed at me.

"You heard me. I fucking dare you to call my dad and tell him I did something wrong. Show him that video of me being a criminal and see how far it gets you. He spends all day every day training army brats and housing army vets. I'm pretty sure he'd love to take on a middle aged, overweight asshole. I'm not even going to explain the discrimination going on here. And if I were you, I'd also let those four go. The dude who started your food fight isn't even in the office." With that I left, cause what the fuck.

"Hey, wait." One of the nerds I now lovingly called jughead, ran after me into the hall, it was Navy himself.

"Thanks for that, uh, Tomlin. It was really nice of you."

"No problem. It's not everyday a guy stares after your butt long enough to make his soda explode."

The idiot choked. On air. I checked to make sure and there was nothing in his mouth. I scowled for a moment, was he faking? He was coughing, a hand up to his neck and to be honest I thought he was joking because who does that?

"Are you dying? Jesus, fuck, this week is full of drama with you four around." I patted his back, hard, too hard.

"Thanks." He was done coughing. "I don't know what happened to me."

I chuckled at him. "Gay panic, sweets. It's okay. I understand. But ain't got the time for it right now. I have class. Tootles." I'd always wanted to say that word cause it looks cool, but in saying that I realized not only how gay I sounded, but how gay I actually was, so I added a baby wink for his pleasure.

"I assure you. Gay panic isn't the problem, Lemons." Navy eyes blushed, which was crazy right. There was no way this very tall, very dark and handsome man with a perfect jawline and blue eyes. A very nerd-like boy was smiling like that and blushing at me. I may seem confident, but that's a show.

A big show. I'm a moron who says most things out of being anxious. Then again I could flirt. Oh. Goodness. I hurried down the hall and hid behind a wall and listened to them talk.

For such smart boys I didn't know how they missed my duck and hide. But damn did I get a lot of information when they talked. After school I might have to talk to one of them.