The Relationship Writer

The Relationship Writer - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The last three periods were agonizingly painful. But this time, I wasn't the one in pain. It was Aaron's turn to feel the wrath.

Well, the wrath only lasted during English class. Although, it pretty much made my day, watching Aaron try to cover up his eye. It was even better to see how he struggled with making up excuses as to what happened. Contrary to the typical, Aaron was not a good liar.

His eye had swelled up halfway through the class, and I had smirked at that. I'm not a sadist, I swear. I was only self-satisfied, because I doubt Aaron would compare me to a cat again.

I burst out the front doors of the school, overly excited to get home. It was only the first day of school back from winter break, and most of the other students were waiting around and catching up with each other. But me? Oh, no. Mitchell and Heidi never wait around, so I don't have anyone to talk to after school. And it's not like anyone's tripping over themselves to talk to my nerdy self. I might as well just walk home.

Or, if my mom had actually bothered to take me to school today, drive home.

That's when I remembered. I quickly flashed back to this morning, when I had met Aaron, and my mom had forced him to walk me to school.

That douchebag's going to have to walk me back home, or my mom would flip.

And speaking of the devil himself, I spotted Aaron surrounded by all the populars, especially the girls. Actually, the girls weren't just surrounding him... they were pressed to him. I counted a total of five bottle blondes stroking Aaron's muscles, cooing and giggling into his ears. I cringed.

Ugh, bunch of nasties.

But it wasn't only that. When I saw what else they were doing, I nearly dropped my bag. They were stroking, and even kissing, his damn black eye.

The damn black eye that I gave him.

And I'm pretty sure he liked it. But I couldn't even see his expression, since all I could see were bleach blonde heads in front of it. But knowing the kind of guy Aaron probably is, he's probably enjoying the heck out of himself right now.

I groaned internally. It's great to know that I've just helped Aaron gain about a billion popularity points. He probably made up some lame football excuse, or some alley fight excuse, but no matter what a bad liar he was, those Barbie dolls went to him like bees to honey. They didn't have to believe his stories to throw themselves at him.

It irks me to no end how little self-respect girls have these days.

After about ten minutes of watching Aaron being pampered by the populars, I had enough. He was walking me home, whether he liked it or not. It was time to rain on his parade.

I stormed over to the tree all the populars were under, and planted my hands firmly on my hips. Of course, since the popular guys weren't trying to swallow Aaron's face, they all noticed me and gave me strange looks. Some of them even began muttering. But I ignored them, telling myself that I didn't care what they think. All I need is for Aaron to walk me home, unless I'd rather have my mother kill me.

Well, now that I think about it...

No. My mom would probably take away my notebook and laptop, knowing that those were my two main sources of entertainment. I wouldn't be able to continue with all the unfinished articles and novels I had saved in them.

"Ahem," I said loudly, purposely clearing my throat. The noise came out sounding like a drowning pig, but it got their attention. The bimbos that had been all over Aaron pulled their faces away from his. However, their bodies stayed glued to Aaron.