The Nerd

Clayton!

"Clayton! Give it back!"

"Come get it from me!"

"I'm trying!"

I was currently chasing Clayton in circles around the living room, as he ran from me with my biology notes in his hand, as he jumped over furniture.

I cornered him into the the wall.

"Clayton give it to me." I say, through clenched teeth.

He smirks holding it high above his head.

I step on his shoes, placing my hand with the cast on it on his shoulder and reaching for the paper,

He shakes it in the air.

I stand on my tippie toes and jump, grabbing the wrinkled paper and stepping back off his shoes.

I smooth the paper against my shirt, "You moron." I say, turning around, walking back to the couch, sitting down.

He walks back smirking, he sits down beside me, starring at me.

I look up at him, "What are you staring at?" I ask, rudely.

"What happened to your hand," he says, poking my cast.

I quickly pull my arm away, holding it against my stomach, I look down at it, then back at him.

"Nothing," I say, grabbing other notes off the coffee table.

"Come on, something happened just tell me." He says, smirking.

"I tripped."

"You tripped?"

"Yes, I'm clumsy."

"I don't believe you."

I stopped digging through my papers and looked over at him, I gave him a confused look, shaking my head, "Then don't." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

"Your stubborn." He says

"What?"

"Loser."

"I'm-"

"Nerd."

"Hey!-"

"Stubborn."

"Clayton-"

"Lame."

"Sto-"

"Clumsy."

"Okay fine! The four bitches fucking stepped on my fingers with their to high fugly high heels, cause they love to bully me! Their you happy?!" I yell, throwing my hands up in the air.

He looks at me with a straight face, "You good now?"

I let out a sigh, collecting my papers.

"You know being in the gang, will relieve a lot of stress."

"A gang is anything but, stressless." I say, putting my papers in my binder.

"Well yea that's true but, I'm talking about being able to let out your anger by hitting punching bags or something."

He hits my arm lightly, "You should try it some time."

I look at him, and roll my eyes.

"I'm gonna get some snacks, you want anything?" I ask, standing up.

"Yea, get me whatever you get." He says, grabbing the tv remote off the table.

I walk into the kitchen grabbing a glass tray out of the cabinet and setting it on the island, I put a couple of cookies on their from the plate, some strawberrys and two banana nut muffins. I also made a bowl of popcorn, setting it in middle of the tray with the other food around it, and I grabbed two sodas, setting them on the tray to, I picked up the tray carrying it to the living room.

I set down the tray on the coffee table. Clayton reaches forward grabbing his soda and popping it open, leaning back on the couch.

I set down, looking up at the t.v. "What are we watching?" I ask.

"A movie." He says, throwing some popcorn in his mouth.

"Well duh, but what movie?" I ask, looking at him.

He looks over at me and points at the t.v. "Watch and you'll find out." He says, looking back at the tv.

I sigh, looking at the tv, grabbing some popcorn as the commercials play.

*****

I turn over, sliding off the couch and landing on the floor with a thud. I groan pushing myself off the floor. I sit up looking at the couch. Clayton was laying with his head on the right arm rest his feet stretched out on the couch. He was snoring, he looked peaceful. I guess I had fallen asleep with my head on the left armrest my legs across his.

I got up, grabbing a blanket off the chair and covering him up. He turned over facing the back off the couch as he continued to snore.

I smiled, walking up to my bedroom. I looked at the clock, it read 3:30. Wow I slept on the couch for awhile.

I folded my blankets back. Putting my glasses on my nightstand and letting my hair out of its bun. I crawled into bed snuggling into my pillows as I fell back asleep.

I know this chapters shorter than usual but, I hope you enjoyed

Lates.