The nerd is a fighter

Chapter 1

C.J's POV

"Miss King, what is the square root of 225."
"15 Mr. Wood"
"Good, now Miss King I know you do well in class but I would appreciate it if you payed attention instead of looking out the window."
"*sigh* yes mr. Wood."

Let me introduce myself, my name is C.J. King and I am what you would call a nerd. The thick brimmed glasses, baggy clothes and good grades.

I get bullied in school by all of the "populars" who think they own everything. They are rich but they in no way own the school.

I have a photographic memory and can remember anything I see. It is both a blessing and a curse. The example I am going to use is pretty livid so beware.

When I was 12 I went to the supermarket with my mom, I was carrying all of the bags, because we were only going to get essentials. I was moving pretty slowly and by the time I got outside I herd 3 gunshots ring across the parking lot. I ran outside and saw my mother bleeding to death outside of the car with 3 men in ski masks surrounding her. I ran up to them and pushed them out of the way.

I got there and one of the bigger guys asked if that was my mother as I was crying over her cold, dead body. I responded with a quick head nod. Then he said something that I will never forget.

"Don't get close to anybody. In the end they will leave you stranded. It's human nature if it's them and you, they will always choose them."

Like how the f*ck do you say that to a child who's mother you just shot 3 times it the chest, who the f*ck gives you the right.

It makes my blood boil just thinking about those bastards. Well whatever.

'Tap'

'Tap tap'

'Tap "yo" tap'

After being so annoyed it hurts to hold it in I turned to my right and saw the one and only Damien Santos. The schools "bad boy" or a boy that is a player and fights people for no reason but to look cool!