Slave to the Geek (Discontinued)

Chapter 7: Pies, Laundry and other things.

Alexander Clarke

Monday morning I woke up to the irritating sound of my alarm clock; I quickly shot my hand out and practically smashed my fist into the snooze button, irritated. You see, I’m not what you might call a morning person, hell I don’t think morning people exist well because, mornings just ain’t that pleasant. I threw my blue comforter off and headed towards the shower. I pulled on the bathroom door handle only to find it locked. I sighed and ran a hand over my face.

“Carly you have two minutes to get out of the bathroom.” I yelled knocking on the door. She responded by raising the volume on her stereo. I was going to be so late to school. Fuck.

“Carly get out now!” I yelled pounding on the door. Not only was I going to get detention for tardiness, I was going to get surgery after my bladder explodes or rather, a new pair of boxers.

“Make me!” She yelled back and I rolled my eyes. Brat, I continued to knock on the door violently.

“She’ll be out soon.” My mom said from behind me and I turned to look at her. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with an apron on top, her dark brown curls pulled back into a messy ponytail. She had a laundry basket balanced on her hip.

“Yeah, I doubt that. Her goal in life is to make my life miserable.” I said rolling my eyes and pounding on the door one more time. “Carly! Open the damn door!”

“Carly come on out.” Mom said calmly, knocking lightly on the door. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a completely dressed Carly with an innocent smile plastered on her face, I glared at her.

“It’s all yours.” She smiled motioning towards the bathroom before skipping away. I shook my head.

“You have to handle women with subtleness.” My mom said with a sweet smile that made her warm brown eyes shine. I smiled back and nodded. “Hurry, you don’t want to be late.” She said reaching up on her tippy toes to give me a kiss on my forehead before heading down stairs to the laundry room. After getting rid of my excess fluids, I quickly showered and dressed before rushing out the door and onto my bike.

I made it through the school doors right when the late bell rang. I couldn’t help but smirk I was safe. I walked down the halls with smug confidence and took my time making my way to first period, English. The rest of the day flew by, my classes were as boring as usual and I usually pay just enough attention to pass my tests but I do tend to zone out and focus on the hundred other things that seem to be happening in my life right now.

Before I knew I was heading to lunch when someone grabs my belt from behind and pulls me into the girl’s locker room.

“What the fuck?!” I yelled and turned around to find Tracey looking up at me with seductive eyes. Tracey was a smoking hot brunette who was also captain of the girls’ volleyball team and had a key to the girl’s locker room. I smirked. This oughta be fun.

Instantly we were pressed up against the lockers our hands everywhere. One hand cupping her firm ass and the other under her shirt playing with her full breast, least to say I was enjoying myself. She was working on unbuttoning my jeans when for the second time in the past two weeks my phone goes off. We both groaned at the same time. I made a move to get it in my back pocket by Tracey stopped me.

“Don’t answer. Whoever it is can wait.” She whispered leaving kisses down my chest. Fuck my life, what if it’s an emergency, I thought whilst a thousand scenarios ran through my head. I pushed Tracey back giving me enough space to dig into my pocket and answer my phone.

“Hello?!” I growled after reading the caller ID.

“Hey man, didn’t see you at the cafeteria today. You busy?” Stellan answered in a suggestive tone. Little bastard.