Nerds Are Lovable

30: Nerds Are Genuine

It's been a week. A long week. A week where all I did was sit in bed, draw, eat, sleep. A week filled with silence. A week, and then school started up again.

"Hey, how are you?" Emma asks, trying to act cheery even though she knew her question was a deep one.

"I'm fine," I shrug, whipping my locker open.

"You sure?" She leans against the locker next to mine, looking towards me with her arms crossed, "You haven't spoken to him or about him for a week."

"Yeah, and?" I look over to her before going back to searching for my math textbook, "He doesn't matter to me, I was trying to be someone I'm not."

Emma gives me a look that says 'you're being stupid but I'm not gonna say it out loud'. I ignore her look. He doesn't matter anymore. It was a mistake to care about him in the first place. Haley Jones doesn't like nerds.

I catch Chad walking over to us in all his cockiness. He always seemed to forget how much I hated him. Emma, who manages to hate him more than I do, walks off before he can reach us.

"Haley, nice to see you finally got rid of that nerd," Chad says.

I scrunch my face, "What do you mean?"

"I heard you had a nerd stalker, Jayden Monroe I believe," He tries to make it sound like a question, like he doesn't know what he's talking about, but his eyes tell me he knows exactly what he's talking about, "He was kinda a creep."

I raise my eyebrows at Chad's idiocy, crossing my arms, which only manages to raise my boobs up with the top of my textbook, "He wasn't my stalker, and don't call him a creep," I then glare at him with a disgusted expression, "You're the creep."

I watch as Chad's eyes travel down to my cleavage, completely ignoring my comment, before slowly trailing up to my lips and then to my eyes. I felt gross and objectified, but brush it off as I let the textbook drop to my side so that my boobs aren't on display.

Yeah, not a creep.

"My eyes," I glare at Chad, "Are up here," I use my free hand to point at my eyes.

He winks at me, his hand going to my waist, "You know what you're doing, babe," He whispers to me, stepping closer.

"Oh, and what's that?" I ask, trying to act indifferent to his presence.

"Trying to get me all hard so early in the morning, now that you can dedicate all your attention to me."

At that, my patience snaps and I manage to slap him across the face. I slide out of his grip before he regains his composure. I walk backwards so I can yell at Chad clearly.

"Fuck off, Chad. I don't want you or your dick near me ever again."

Shit, I shouldn't have said again.

I huff, annoyed at myself and at the situation. Why can't I just be left alone? I always have eyes on me, always have someone saying something about me. I can already tell the rumors are spreading about the conversation I just had with Chad. There's extra stares than normal and whispers I can't quite make out. I'm over all this constant attention.

Not feeling like going to class, I leave through the front doors of the school. I don't care if the cameras catch me or if a teacher tries to convince me not to leave. It's not worth the stares. I can't ignore them anymore.

I walk all the way home, the cold prickling my face, making my nose turn a bright red. My leather jacket keeps my body warm but the holes in my jeans are not. The fifteen minute walk home can't end soon enough and when I finally make it to my house, I revel in the warmth. I slump into the couch, letting out an annoyed groan.