Jack Ryder, captain of the football team, and King of Jackasses around the world, was planning a competition. Though this wasn't any normal type of competition. It was a bet. To see who can snag the nerdy, but cute, girl before school let out in two weeks.
"Come on, Jack," Nate, quarterback, groaned. "She's near impossible to get."
"No one's too hard for me," Jack retorted, flexing his arm. "They all melt when I get within a foot of their fucking asses."
"Cute asses," Andy added, winking. Although not part of football, he was involved in basketball, baseball, and track. Jack whistled lowly. "You can't wait, can you?"
"They can't wait," Andy corrected. "For us to bang them on the desks."
"Shh," Nate said hastily. "If they hear us-"
"Then they'll think it's another cliché, Jock likes Nerd one, like Laurence did," Jack interrupted. Nate wrinkled his nose. "He fucking ruined us."
"We'll get our rep back," Jack encouraged them. "All we have to do is not fall in love."
"Are you sure we can't just fuck the cheerleaders?" Nate asked, groaning. The King of Jackasses shook his head authoritatively. "We do that every week."
"They're stronger than we give them credit for," Nate added, grinning. His smile faded when Jack said, "We have to get the nerd. First one? Gets fifty from us all."
"That's it?" Andy asked. "Seventy."
"Hundred," Nate added. Jack snickered. "You sure? Don't want to exactly bankrupt your chances of getting a car."
"I'm sure."
"Shake on it," Jack commanded. Five minutes later, they were off searching for the nerd.
*
"Do we have to move?" Rory, new kid, brown hair, green eyes, asked his mom for the fiftieth time. She groaned. "We've had this conversation already. Your father-"
Banged the boss so we could move, Rory thought silently. His mom drove on obliviously. "-was transferred by his boss so we could move to a better environment and still be in a working area."
In other words, she never wanted to see his face again, but to say so would fuck up her reputation, thought Rory rebelliously. She sighed as they turned. "Here we are."
Slouching, he looked at the house through his fallen locks of brown hair. "It's not very impressive," he remarked.
"Rory."
"Sorry." In all truths, it was impressive. He knew he was being a dick of a jerk, but this drive took him away from his friends. He used to be popular. Now he was a newbie without the rules. Back there? He made the rules.
The house was huge, taking up around an acre for the surroundings, the actual building itself a four story mansion.
"The hell?" he muttered. "The only people living here are us."
"That's not our business," she chided softly. He got her drift immediately. "We're renting a room?!"
"Lower your voice, Rory."
"I don't fucking have to do anything!" he shouted, raising his voice out of spite. She flinched. "Rory-"
"Mom, I'm going to our room. Which one?"
"Three stories up, third door to the right, room 3D."
"Shouldn't it be 3C?"
"Not our business."
"Fine."
He shoved his way through the antique doors, trudged dirt across the marbled floors, and went up through the elevator in the middle of the lobby. "Fuck you dad," he said quietly to himself. "Fuck you."
*
Andria Lok, pronounced lock, was by her lockers. She carried her books under one arm, her bag over the other shoulder, and balancing her glasses on her nose. In other words, she was overwhelmed.
"Need some help?"
Shy, mousy, nerdy, she turned to the athlete. "I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"I'm fine," she insisted, pushing past him. Except he wouldn't stop. "My name's Andy."
"I'm-"
"Andria. Nice to meet you."
"Pleasure's mine."
Two words couldn't be more false. She knew the jocks and their kinds. She knew they loved to bang chicks.
"So."
"I have to go," she muttered when the bell rang. "I'll be late."
"Look, I-"
She walked past him and into her room just before the late bell rang.
One thought distracted her from her class the whole period. What does a jock want to do with me?
Whatever it is, she mused, they're not going to get me.
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