The Nerd Meets The Player

Chapter Eight: The Pizza Guy

Hey!

I still have one more update to do. :D

I bet you love me right now. 

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Chapter Eight:

The Pizza Guy

*Two Days Later*

"I'm so sick." Trent groaned.

"That's what you get for not going under the covers like I told you when you put me in my room." I scolded, taking the thermometer out of his mouth when it beeped.

"You have a fever." I sighed.

"Awesome." he groaned, shoving the covers off.

I gave him a weird look cause a minute ago he told me that he felt like he was standing in the Antarctic.

"What? I feel like I'm standing on the sun, don't give me that look." he pouted.

"Can we wet a rag for me?" he asked, sticking his bottom lip out.

I sighed and nodded.

"Go make me a sandwich, slave!" he smiled.

"I'm freezing." he shivered, pulling the blanket back over him.

I laughed, shaking my hand and going into the kitchen.

Instead of a sandwich, I heated up a bot of chicken noodle soup on the stove.

I put some in a large mug, and set it on a tray.

I put a spoon on it, and picked it up.

He was complaining under his breath about how he was boiling hot one moment, but freezing the next.

I laughed, setting the tray on the coffee table.

"Sit up." I ordered, tucking a pillow so the arm of the couch didn't hurt his back. 

I set the tray on his lap, and ordered him to eat.

"Yes, mother." he said, pouting, but picking up the spoon and dipping it in the cup.

"It just came off the stove, you'll burn your-"

Too late.

"OW!" he whined, dropping the spoon.

I burst out laughing.

"I warned you." I smirked.

"Not fast enough." he pouted, sticking his tongue out, and trying to look at it.

He was cute doing that.

Over the past two days, my liking for him...grew.

I always commented...(to myself of course) of cute he was or how cute he acted.

I had to say, he looked very cute when he pouted, stuck his tongue out to look at it, wiggled his nose, and laughed at me.

And over the past two days, he's been complaining about how he was cold, then hot, then cold, hot, cold, hot.

I was like, "Make up your mind, women!"

Then he started laughing, then coughing.

So, I took his temperature.

And he has a fever.

So yeah.

Busy two days, much?

Trent was still trying to look at his tongue, but failed horribly.

"Is it okway?" he asked, talking with his tongue out, leaning closer.