the nerdy girls secret 🤓

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blake king knight has absolutely no manners. he's such a bad boy. i heard he murdered his best friends grandmother two years ago because she owed him $70.

it has to be true because i heard it in the hallway at school.

he sits with a slouch of ease and stares at me as i drive to my...extracurricular activity. blake doesn't know my secret and i'd like to keep it that way. but i'll run him off somehow.

"you know my family bought you from your aunt?"

i sigh, "yeah. she does this when she needs money for a new outfit or purse. she'll buy me back when stocks are good."

aunt gloria is just in so much pain from loosing her sister, my mom, however many years ago. she's been an alcoholic since she was 20 but her shopping addiction started when she inherited my grandpa's life insurance money. my cousin and i got our grandma's when she suspiciously died a year later.

...we never really found out how granny frieda died...

how unfortunate

he frowns and looks at me with pity gleaming in his big, puppy-like eyes, "you can tell me anything you know"

"sure, sure"

we ride in silence for a while. then blake asks where we're going.

"i have something to do. you can go home though" i smile fakely, "i don't like you and i wish that we never ever met because you smell good and you're mean to me"

"you think i smell good?"

i blush bright firetruck, stop sign, tomato red and my palms become slippery from the sweat. "n-n-n-no!!! that's not what i said"

"yes it is. look up two paragraphs. it says it right there."

i look around, "are you insane? you can't just break the 4th wall, you smirking lord of evil!!!!!"

blake sniffs suddenly and he sounds like a narcotics dog searching for coke or something. "why do you have a bag of gear for boxing? it smells like your sweat and i can just tell that's what it is because i have really good senses. not because im a supernatural creature or anything."

"of course not," i glare, "you'd never be that cool".

"why?"

"huh."

"why you got boxing stuff?"

"nunya" i say as my favorite song ever comes on the radio. i squeal and turn it up. my fist pumps as i dance and sing.

"i-i love you like a love song baby!!! i-i love you like a love song baby!!"

"you're a selenator?" blake is looking at me like i hung the stars in the sky *debby ryan face* like he wants to chuckle with mirth at my adorable actions.

"o-o-oh! what? no! i just know it from muscle memory!! whoopsie my b!!!"

"it's alright. i won't tell," his mouth is near my ear now. which seems uncomfortable for him considering he's a safe citizen who wears seatbelts and he's leaning over the center console. "it's cute."

my knees are weak! but no—im too nerdy for him. he probably doesn't even know 1+1 equals 3.

ugh. if only i were popular. or if he were a nerd. LOL!!!! imagine the insanity. because only nerds can change. hot popular folk never change.

i get on to the interstate.

blake grabs my face and turns it towards him. i briefly loose control of the wheel and swerve a bit but that's okay because only the author decides when i die or get hurt.

he pushes a new pair of thicker black glasses on my face and says "you're beautifuler when you're you, girl"

my face heats up again and i sumo wrestle a smile before glaring at him once more. "shut up turkey-jerky"

"ooh" he purrs, "so we have nicknames now? how bout i call you nerd? it's so creative and clever right? no one has ever used that."

"my bullies have"

"tough!"

we ride in silence again. his proximity is suffocating. suddenly, i pull over on the shoulder of the interstate and use the cool buttons in my car to open his door for him. then, i push the eject button and watch as he rolls out.

"duces😜✌️"

"wai-"

i've already driven off. i need to get to my secret place!! before rosco cuts my pay!

——

rosco is waiting for me at the back door of this back alley bar that has an underground fighting ring where people bet on boxers.

i've only been boxing for a few months now but i'm at the top of the ring leaderboard with 40 kills. yes, that's right. 40.

i never work out because im too busy studying for the sat and other school things that i need to do because my lifelong dream is to be a nerd even though im pretty sure ill marry a rich hot guy who's hard exterior is softened by my great personality and lovely attitude.

"move rosco before i put you in the ring and pummel your head off"

"you're late, girly" he leers. he's a greasy, greasy man. he could be a quarter pounder. his shirts are always too big and they're always suspicious red and he smells like a skunk. wink wink.

"i know but my aunt sold me again" i huff "im sorry that my life is too complicated for a normie like you to understand."

"well just get ready and get in the ring girl!! these people are basically wolves waiting for bacon. you need to win tonight because we got big money on your puny head"

i flex my miniscule muscles. i'm prepared to die every time i step into the ring. i will win this.

i quickly shed my nerd clothes and step into the ring. a figure emerges from the shadowed other end of the ring.

a gigantic dinosaur of a man leers at me, "this will be fun, lunch meat. HAR HAR HAR!!!!"

oh no.