The Nerd

Sam

"I can't Clayton!"

"Yes you can, stop being a baby."

"I'm not being a baby!! How dare you!"

Me and Clayton have been sitting in my  room for about three hours going over gang stuff and now he was attempting to teach me how to punch but, I couldn't get the strength to hit hard enough.

He rolls his eyes, "Well your acting like one."

I glare at him, "Do you see me!" I yell, motioning to my body, "I'm small and nerdy I can't fight."

He looks at me and shrugs, "It's in their somewhere."

I roll my eyes, as my phone rings. I turn around picking it up off my bed.

"Hello?" I ask, hesitantly.

"Samantha!"

I pull the phone away from my ear as Jake yells into the phone.

"Jake," I say, in a monotone voice.

"Hey so, I was heading out to grab a bite to eat, I was wondering if you'd like to join?"

"Um-" I chuckle, "and risk having Kate and her witches see us in public?"

He sighs, "Well I was thinking we could go to your diner-I mean the one you work at." He chuckles nervously.

"I-," I pause as I feel something smack my bum,

"Ow!" I yell. My eyes go wide with realization that Clayton just slapped my ass.

I whip around, glaring at a smirking Clayton, I punch him as hard as I can in the chest.

His smirk wipes off his face as he holds his chest, "Knew you had it in you," he says, through gasp of breaths.

I narrow my eyes, "Their was other ways you could find that out instead of slapping my ass,"

He smirks again.

"Sam?" Jake as through the phone.

"Hm? Oh, yea sure that's fine."

"Ok I'll be their in five. Who is-"

I cut him off, "Okay, I better get ready, bye!" I rush, ending the call.

I throw my phone on my bed and rush to my drawers.

"Who was that?" Clayton ask, as I pick an outfit up from my drawers.

"Does it matter." I say, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door.

"Well I mean your going to dinner with them and you don't have any friends so I guess." I hear him say through the door.

I pull up my tights and pull my sweater over my head, I furrow my eyebrows starring at myself in the mirror,

"Little harsh don't you think?" I ask. I wait for a response.

"Your words not mine." I barely hear him say.

I roll my eyes at myself through the mirror and pull my sweater the rest of the way covering my stomach. A sleeve hangs off my shoulder showing my black sports bra strap.

I swing open the door as I deal with the beast called my hair,

"Why are you still here?" I ask, finally getting my hair in a curly messy bun.

"Well you didn't ask me to leave." He says, laying on my bed throwing my hackie sack in the air and catching it.

I pick up my Nike shoes and sit down on my bed, "Well a normal person would take a hint." I say, slipping them on.

He pauses from throwing the hackie sack, "Harsh Sam." He says, feigning hurt.

I look back at him, "Don't call me Sam." I say, tightening my laces and getting up.

"Why Sam?" He says, throwing the hackie sack on my nightstand.

I pick up my side bag, shoving my keys and phone in it.

"Don't." I say, sternly.

He smirks, "Does it get under your skin.....Sam?"

I look at him through my body mirror, glaring, "Get out."

"Oh don't be so mean."

I walk over, opening my bedroom door and switching off my light.

"Clayton get out."

He gets up off my bed without a word and walks over to me. He stops in front of me, I can't see his face do to the darkness of my room, but, I feel his breath against my face. I suck in a breath of air.

"Oh Sam," I glare at him, even though he can't see me, "it's not nice to kick out a guest."

I swallow, "Your more like an acquaintance."

He presses his body against me and my back hits the door as I gasp, "We all know you want me to be more than an acquaintance."

I stay quiet for a few seconds.

A honk outside pulls me out of my trance. I clear my throat, straightening my posture and pushing Clayton off me.

"Go. My rides here." I say, pushing him towards the stairs.

The downstairs light reflects on his face and I see a little smirk stretched across his face.

I roll my eyes as I shut my bedroom and walk past him down the stairs.

He follows behind me as I open the front door. He walks out and I lock it shutting it behind me.

"Ah, so Jake is your date." Clayton says, starring at Jakes hummer.

"It's not a date, it's just a friendly dinner." I say, walking down the steps.

"That's what they all say," he sings as he follows behind me.

I roll my eyes, "Bye Clayton." I say, reaching Jakes car, with my hand on the door handle.

"Bye Sam." He says, getting in his car.

I cringe at him calling me that as I shut the passenger door.

"Hi Sam." Jake says, with a bright smile.

"Hi Jake." I say, with the same smile as we pull off.

Ohhh, Clayton😱

Bye You Lil Turtles🐢