The Nerd

You Love This Stupid

It's Friday afternoon and here I am sitting in a stupid math class going over finals for next week.

I sighed defeated by my paper, I stare at the clock, impatiently tapping my pencil on my desk.

"Samantha what's wrong?" Coach David ask me.

Yes one of the girls athletics coach is a math teacher, my math teacher.

I look over at coach, "I'm stressed."

My pops sickness was getting to me, the thought of the gang, and then with finals coming up, everything was weighing on my shoulders.

"About what?" He ask, with a confused look.

"Finals, everything." I say, looking down at my paper.

"Hand me that paper."

I look down at my paper, then back at him and cautiously hand him my paper. He crumbles it up, throwing it in the waste bin.

"Just relax, play on your phone." He says,

I pull out my phone and head phones.

"Hey," he says, I pause from putting in my earbuds and look up at him, "If you freak out about it your going to do bad. You can't freak out about it. You know the stuff, your the top 10 in my classes. You can't freak out about it. You know how I know? Because I was that kid."

I smile slightly at him as the bell rings, ending class.

I quickly grab my binder, and belongings, shoving them in my bag and rush out of class.

I hold my cast close to my stomach, as I weave through the people in the hall.

I push open the double doors and quickly walk to my car. I glance over seeing Clayton leaning against his car, talking to his friends, I think it might be some people from the gang and...Declan? I didn't know Declan went here.

He looks over meeting my eyes. I quickly look down at my shoes and continue the walk to my car.

I unlock my car, opening the door and sliding into the driver seat, I throw my bag in the passenger seat and shut the driver door. I buckle up starting the car, and start to pull out.

Clayton jumps in front of my car, I slam on my breaks, honking the horn.

I swing open the driver door, unbuckling and getting out of the car.

"What the hell!" I shout, throwing my hands in the air.

Clayton just smirks.

"Are you stupid, like seriously!" I shout some more.

Clayton walks in front of the driver door, leaning against my car.

"Hey sweetheart." He says

I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips, "What the hell do you want you stupid freak. I could've hit you, you know that!"

"But you didn't." He says, with another smirk.

I narrow my eyes at him, "Well I don't have time for childish games, I have to study." I say, going to get back in the car.

He holds the door, preventing me from shutting it.

"Don't wanna see me princess." He says

"That's the last thing I wanna do at the moment."

"I just wanted to tell you we have at meeting tomorrow, be their at 3."

"And you couldn't text me this?" I ask.