Nerdy Love

He spits a good game

McKenna in the MM

Senior year

I've been absolutely wonderful. I stopped hustling papers and got into the tutoring business. My savings is up to $5,000. My head pretty much stays in the books. The only time I come out of my room is when I'm with Courtney and Laren, Micah, my mom, or tutoring. I have no social life at all, but I like it this way.

"McKenna!" Riley snapped in my face. I was in Lala land while I was supposed to be tutoring him.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I said is this right?" He showed me the paper. I looked at it closely and nodded. He smiled and started working on the next problem. I felt a head ache coming on. I pulled my hair out of the tight ponytail and pulled my glasses off. I was instantly a little relived.

"Okay. I think I got it." He said as he looked up. I looked at the algebraic equation and checked every step.

"Yes! Good job." I said. I held my hand up and for a high five. He left me hanging as he stared at me.

"How come nobody ever notices how cute you are?"  Riley asked. I just looked at him confused. "You're.... beautiful." He started leaning in. I got up and opened the door for him to walk out.

"We're done for today. Good job again." I said.

Of course his face was blurred, so I couldn't see his expression as he walked out the door. I cleaned up all of my supplies and put my glasses back on before walking down the stairs. I take them off for five seconds and some boy tries to kiss me. I swear! He thought just because he called me beautiful, I would cave in. Not I.

"Think fast!" I heard someone yell before a basketball hit me right in the face.

I froze in my spot, attempting not to get angry. When I opened my eyes, everything was blurry. I instantly knew that my glasses were broken. I felt it in my heart.

"I'm so sorry." Dominic apologized as he handed me both halfs of my used to be glasses. I glared at him.

"You always messing something up!" I yelled.

"Was that Riley King?" Makayla asked as she walked in the door.

I didn't even pay her any attention as I starred at my glasses. I ran up the stairs to my room and opened the draw of my nightstand. I fished out my glasses back up glasses and a grimace automatically took over my face. I hate these glasses with a passion. They look like I stole them right off of Stewart Little. I walked into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. I grabbed my contacts and sighed. I love wearing glasses because it makes it easy for people to distinguish between me and Makayla. I reluctantly put in the contacts. After taking a Tylenol, I went back downstairs.

"Why was Riley here? He is so cute. Oh my god!" Makayla said.

"I used to tutor him." I said.

"Used to? What do you mean used to? You have to keep doing it, so I can get the hook up." She said. I shook my head.

"Absolutely not. That fool tried to kiss me. Plus, he learned everything I needed to teach him." I explained.

"What do you mean he tried to kiss you?" Micah asked. I'm pretty sure that's self explanatory.

"Try: make an attempt or effort to do something. To: expressing motion in the direction of a particular location. Kiss: a touch with the lips." I defined to him slowly.

"Reenact it for me. What exactly happened?" Micah asked.

"Why do you care so much?" I asked.

"I need to know if I need to go handle ole dude. Now, reanact it for me." Micah ordered. I swear...