The Nerd

Piss Myself

The day went by pretty fast, the usual tortures from people in school picking on me the nerd.

My day at school might have not been successful but, getting out of the house this morning without Gammy seeing my cast was a mission complete.

I know she'll eventually see it but, for now I'm trying to spare my time of being bombarded of questions.

I slammed my locker shut, fixing the strap of my book bag on my shoulder, making my way to the exit.

I pushed the doors open to reveal the parking lot

Okay Clayton told me it was a red Challenger, where is it.

I squinted my eyes looking around the parking lot. Yea I know I have glasses but, sometimes you still have to squint, ecspecially when theirs other red cars to, of course not a Challenger though.

I finally found the Challenger. It was red with a black strip down the middle and orange headlights over, all it was sexy and badass. Clayton was leaning against it looking down at his phone.

Probably texting his next bootycall.

I looked to my left an right checking for any cars before taking a step on the pavement to cross into the parking lot.

I was almost their when a loud honk made me stop in my tracks. I froze, wide eyed at the truck mere inches away from me.

The driver was a teen of course along with all his friends who where laughing. The teen smirked evilly an stuck his head out of the driver side window,

"Move it, or lose it Nerd!" He yelled, followed by a series of honks,

I snapped back to reality, an hurriedly stumbled across to the parking lot.

The truck whizzed by behind me as they laughed hysterically yelling profanities at me as they past.

I bowed my head in shame an walked the rest of the way to Clayton's Challenger.

He looked up from his phone as I walked up to him,

"I see you almost got ran over?" He says, with confusion.

"Yep, normal torture." I say, quietly.

He stuffs his phone along with his hands in his pockets an furrows his eyebrows together in confusion looking at the school, letting out a, "Hmm."

I nod slightly, looking down at my shoes.

"Well we should be going," He says, as he pulls his keys out of his pocket an heads over to the driver side.

I open the door to the passenger side and slowly get in, clutching my bag in front of my stomach, an buckling my seatbelt.

Clayton gets in, buckling up an revving the engine, as he speeds off to the exit of the parking lot.

We end up in line behind the truck that almost ran me over. He had the whole line backed up as he was talking to someone that was standing out of the truck leaning against the driver side.

Clayton honked his horn an the driver stuck his out the window.

As did Clayton as he shouted, "Move it, or lose it Jackass!"