The Deadly Nerd (Completed)

Chapter Nine

Elliott's Pov

"Hey, do you still speak that weird language?" Jo asked me as we were heading for lunch.
Typical school day, typical Jo and her 'weird language' requests.

"Yesh," I smiled. She always loved how I spoke Bosnian. I learned it in a summer camp, when I was 9. And ever since I've never forgotten it.

"Well..tell me something! Ooh translate this 'I want to jump off of the roof'!" She squealed. Oh so silly Jo.

"Ok. Hocu da skocim sa krova! Joella ti si tako smijesna!" I said to her. Her eyes widened as she recognised her name.

"Did you say my name in a sentence I didn't understand? Tell mee!" She jumped around me and a few students that walked past us were widening their eyes.

"Naravno. Spomenula sam ti ime Jo. Ups..evo opet." I teased her and her eyes narrowed.

"Fine. I give up. I need to learn this. It is hilarious." She gave up at my teases. We sat down at our table.

"May I sit here?" I heard a familiar voice. As I recognised it, I ran into his arms.

"Chris! I missed you so much!" I hugged the life out of my other best friend.

"How was Russia?" I asked curiously. "It was fine. My grandparents are really annoying and have a really funny accent." He chuckled as I heard a deep voice behind.

"Darling, who is this fuçker whose neck I want to break?" I turned around to see an angry Lucas. He had rage in his eyes and it looked like steam was gonna come out of his ears.

He threw a punch at him and Chris stumbled. "Leave her alone!" Lucas spat at him. I ran to him as I put my hand on his torso, stopping him from hurting my bestie.

"Seronjo jedna! Stani jebote! Stop Lucas! He's my best friend who's recently been away!" I spat at Lucas. I had my uncontrolable anger rising.

"Yeah, tell that to me when he fuçks you!" He said, still angry. "And what was the first things you said?" He asked confusedly.

"He's gay, glupo musko dupe! It's another language, you should google it- Bosnian." I told him. Letting him go as Jo helped Chris up. Lucas just shrugged trying to cover his anger.

"Sorry dude. I didn't th-"

"It's fine. You didn't know. But seriously? I have blood on my face! Dude you don't just punch around." Chris interrupted. Lucas then walked away. Still angry, but calming down.

"You still speak the weird language." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"You've been away for 2 weeks. Asshole." I told him and he chuckled, then sighed in defeat.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I told him and we went to the bathroom. Well, he went into the bathroom and we waited outside.

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I got home after school and rested a bit, and by that I meant I just sat on the living room sofa and thought of what a héllhole my life now is. I got up after an hour and went to get ready for work. I went on YouTube and typed in 'how to make a French braid'. After a few attempts - more like a bazillion attempts- I did it.

I put on a white shirt and washed out jeans. On top of my shirt, I put on a black tuxedo or whatsoever. I mean, I work at a fancy restaurant. I then put on a pair of flat shoes on - beige, to be exact. I just thought they'd fit.

And when it was time, I exited my house, locked it and went to work.
I called a cab to work. I was always fascinated by Miami, and the fact that it belongs to The Bermudian Triangle. I was always scared shitless of that thing.

I arrived at work just in time. I went to the kitchen and put on that...thing...waiters wear...

And so, as a waitress I proceeded to taking orders for five more hours. Oh, and guess who I saw...

Yep. Lu-ahem-cas-khm.
I mean, it's his restaurant but I never actually often see the owners here. He just came to check in though. Yea right. He wanted to make fun of me, because whenever I looked at him he looked at me, laughing his ass off.

Sranje.

Anyway...When I came home at 1am I took a quick bath and did all my hygiene, then went straight to bed. Of course I didn't sleep. Duh. I was watching Jurassic World and some episodes of Teen Wolf.

I pretty much had a marathon.
So when I say woke up...I mean it..because I did sleep. For two hours and I look like garbage right now.

Folks, it is 7am right now and I look like a zombie. Oh great. Shit! I forgot I had an essay due today... Damn it! I take a quick shower and dry my already awful hair, then throw it into a poor messy bun.

I put on some BB cream on my face, then walk-run to my wardrobe. I put on a hoodie that is somehow really short, like a crop top, but it's a hoodie. It's dark red and has #food written on it in beige colour. I also put on some black ripped jeans and my dark red Vans.

Then, I cook some eggs for breakfast, in olive oil..because it's so much healthier. I eat it real quick and open up my laptop.

After I finish the essay quickly, I get ready and go to school.

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"Hey babe. Elliott? Are you ignoring me? Oh come on! You're so dramatic! What did I do now?" Lucas follows me to my locker and when we arrive there, I stop and turn around to face him.

"Nothing. You did nothing." I say and give him a sarcastic smile.
"Has to be something, right?" He states. I could slap him in the face right now.

"No. Only that you made fun of me yesterday night. At the restaurant. Why did you laugh, what was so funny?" I spit at him. Not literally tho. Ew.
 
"I wasn't laughing at you." He says calmly. "Then who?" I say a little calmer, but still angry.
"Umm..I.." He starts.
"I knew it. Unbelievable. What was so funny?" I say, angry again.

"You had an awkward face." He smiles. That's it. I gotta do shit here.
"Oh. Wait..is your name Karma, cuz you surely are a bitch." I spit and walk away. Roasted.

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Hello pooplings!

How did y'all like this short chapter? I finally added some of the Bosnian words and I really think it goes with the story.

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Song for the chapter: Chainsmokers- Don't let me down

Oh and yeah..this chapter is for my BFF
sad-dreams

Byee!