The Nerd

Pain And Emptiness

*3 Months*

"Get em stiff, get em!" Clayton and the gang chanted to me from behind.

I was currently play-fighting with Jake in the middle of the gang house. It's been three months and I've gotten a lot better, I can fight now and I'm stronger and more toned but, I'm still the nerd.

I swing again and Jake ducks, running under my arms and gripping my waist, scooping me over his shoulder.

I let out a yelp as my forehead hits his back.

"Jake! Put me down!" I yell.

He laughs along with the gang.

"Jake!! I'm serious!" I yell once again.

Some of the guys quite down, as some let out a series of 'Oh's'

He laughs again, "Oo Sam, trying to be scary are we now?"

"You asked for it," I mumble. I bring my fists up, pounding his back and kicking.

"Ow! Okay! Okay Anderson!" He yells, setting me on the ground.

I regain my balance, straightening out my jeans and fixing my hoodie, patting down my hair and straightening my glasses.

I stare at him as he holds his back, his face scrunched in pain.

"I warned you." I say, crossing my arms.

Jake glares at me, holding his back.

"We created a monster." Clayton comments, getting up as he crushes the empty beer can in his hand.

"She's still our stiff." Tim says, ruffling my hair. He's one of the guys in the gang he's in his mid twenties and has black hair and gages.

I swat his hand away as he laughs, walking to the beer fridge.

"How do y'all drink that?" I ask in disgust as I plop down on the couch and Clayton cracks open a bud light.

"Because not all of us are prudes." Declan comments from a cushion away from me, as he sips on his beer.

I glare at him, crossing my arms, "Can I kill him now or?" I ask, looking at the guys as I jamb a thumb towards Declan.

Ever since the day Declan said all those rude things to me, we don't really talk, much less get along. We try to avoid each other as much as possible, even in school. That's kinda hard when your in a gang though so, when we do talk to each other it's not all rainbows and unicorns.

"Like you could even take me down." Declan scoffs.

I raise and eyebrow at him, uncrossing my arms, "Oh so your just asking to find out." I deadpan.

He looks over at me, "You can't sweetcakes."

I go to launch at him, when one of the guys grab me, pulling me off and away from Declan as I claw at the air trying to get to him.

"Their will be no killing anyone." Clayton says, looking at Declan as he grabs my forearm.

I glare up at him as Declan rolls his eyes, sipping at his beer.