𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗡 ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐧 ❜

🔬 four 🔬

04. 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬

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POPPY'S POV

Me and Professor Boucher had been talking for hours and driving around town. We're currently back at home where Professor Boucher is having a conversation about the test we had earlier with my mom.

"Its clear to me that your daughter is far smarter then the average teen, with the IQ of 197, she could beat that boy back in Germany any time!" he cheerfully stated as my mother grinned widely at his words. "But seriously though, we need atleast one goddamn child to put that little prick in his place and your daughter is the only hope we have..." Professors Boucher's voice immediately changed as he begins begging my mother.

My mom's smile slowly disappears as she realises Professors Boucher's desperate plea while my mother gulped down nervously. "What do you mean by that...? It seems like you've got some... Problems with this kid...?" my mother muttered softly as he nodded furiously.

"This kid, he's rude, selfish and more importantly the most horrible person to ever walk this earth. He hurt people's feelings without feeling any mercy, and the only thing that could hurt him is someone who beats him in his own game." Professor Boucher explained sternly as he leaned into his seat.

I was now quite interested in this Sheldon boy, he sounded so... Well... Rude in Professors Bouchers point of view, but I couldn't really judge just from random stories I've heard. "So your using my daughter just to... Beat this kid in his own game? And not only that, it's also because he can't keep his mouth shut?" my mother questioned with a confused look on her face.

"Well yes, but if we're having a real talk here then I'd absolutely love to have your daughter in our college back in Germany, and if your so worried about where she'd come home to, then you don't have to worry, we got a perfect family that would love to have her over." he insisted as he slide a piece of paper towards my mother.

"Please." he begged quietly as my mother picks up the paper, I've cached a glimpse of it and it was a check, 2,000 dollars. He seems like a very dedicated man if he's bribing my mother into getting me over to Germany just to bully some boy.

Well, not really bully.

"Listen, Professor Boucher, I would have gladly let my daughter be in college with this um... Boy, but um, if the main reason is her fighting around with another smarty pants, then it's not really necessary is it? I don't think it'll benefit my daughter at all..." my mother muttered worriedly as she slides back the check towards Professor Boucher.

"Okay, Okay I went off at the wrong foot, but please, we need your daughter, let's push Sheldon aside, he doesn't mean anything, this is about your daughter. And I think it's a huge benefit for her to be going to Germany, and I promise you, nothing bad will happen..." he reassured as I glanced over at my mother with pleading eyes.

Sure professor Boucher was a lying douchebag, but other then that, Germany sounds fancy.

And I'm totally in for it.

My mother noticed my pleading face, and I could feel her sympathy for me rise within her after she let's out a sigh of defeat. "As long as my daughter don't be used for something as silly as making her and another smarty pants argue over studies, then I'm all in." she nodded hesitantly.

Professor Boucher cheered happily as he whips out his bag, placing it on top of the table before clicking it open and pulling out a paper along side with a pen.

"Just sign this and we'll have a deal!" he stated, sliding the paper and pen towards my mom as my mother hesitated for a few moments. Most kids would be worried about their parents disagreeing half way, but in my case, my mother cares more about my grades then anything else.

She picked up the pen and begins scribbling down on the piece of papers, but of course, reading it before signing, she watched too much drama and gets a little paranoid during these type of agreement.

But overall, she always comes around for her little girl.

And if she didn't, I would've thrown a tantrum, not a big one, just a tiny one, after that she'd probably get me ice cream to cheer me up, which always works.

Hopefully I'll meet this Sheldon boy soon, I can't wait to give him a piece of my intelligence.

Of course, in a nice way.

End of chapter four. 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬

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AUTHORS NOTE ;;

rewatching sheldon rn
and sweet lord, I'm writinh
more sheldon ff now...
can you blame me? he's so
adorable..

warning: any hate comments
directed to sheldon, will be
deleted AND blocked.