I Mean No Harm (The Cheerleader and The Nerd) {ON HOLD}

Chapter 10: ...FML

Elaina's POV

You know... your bed is a really great place. Free from distractions, free from extra curricular activities, free from supposed fuckboys who'll cheat on you with another guy. Hell, I'd stay in here all day if they'd let me. I was currently staring at the ceiling of my room, lost in thought without a care in the world. It's a Monday morning and I'm going to end up being late for school but, who cares? Such is life. An hour of moping later, I dragged myself out of bed and left out for school (of course stopping at Subway first). When I arrived, the first four sessions had already gone by and now it was lunchtime.

Great, people to interact with.

Today, the cheerleaders were gathered around a table in the middle of the cafeteria, trying to get persons to enter our fundraising raffle/ auction. Since the Spring Formal Dance was coming up, what better way to raise money for new equipment and uniforms than to raffle off some of the cheerleaders as some lucky guy's date? I usually participate in the whole mix but since the whole Sasha incident, I think I might just ease off of dating and socialising for a while.

"Elly!!" Screamed Miranda from down the hall.

"Ah, shit!" I immediately ducked and started to speed-walk the other way.

"Hey bestie! Wait up!!" She quickly ran up to me and grabbed my hand. "Where were you this morning? We were all waiting for you! Come on!" She then proceeded to drag me over to the table.

So far, we had gotten over fifty donations... and that says something.

"Time to auction you off!" Miranda smiled as she rummaged through the stack of portfolios that held each cheerleader's information.

I sighed as I watched the small crowd begin to assemble around us. A few big, meaty jocks pushed through to the front to eye what I had to offer.

"$10!" A boy yelled.

I scoffed at the blonde-haired boy dared to bet a mere $10 on me. I mean bitch please, I'm worth more than $200. A forced date with me when I'm not in the best of moods does NOT come cheap!

"$10! $10 Do I hear $20??" Miranda yelled as if she was a professional auctioneer.

"$20!"

"$20! $20! Do I hear $30??" Miranda yelled once again. This heated auctioning continued until they were currently at $355 and potential bidders were decreasing more and more by each call.

"$355!... Going once... going twice... so-"

"$600!" Brandon, the school's manwhore, emerged from the crowd with a smirk on his face. "I'll pay $600 for the blonde beauty," he winked in my direction.

.....Screw.... me....

Everyone was shocked... especially Miranda. Although we're both doing this for the same reason, deep down, she still had high hopes that I wouldn't beat her whopping $469 bid.

"Great," she said through gritted teeth. "Sold to Brandon Greendale for $600," she finished with an eye roll.

"Can't wait to take you to the after party sugar lips," he whispered in my ear before winking then walking off.

Sugar lips? ...The fuck?...

Whether you'd gone out with him or not, literally every girl knew what Brandon 's after party was. He'd sneak off with his current date to some secret location (depending on how horny the little slut was at the moment) and you know... basically they just got it on right then and there. Last year, I heard that he snuck off with some girl to the boy's bathroom and they did it on one of the urinals. That girl had a brutal back injury for over a week and couldn't attend cheerleading practice. How do I know? Oh, easy! That's because that girl was none other than Miranda who couldn't keep herself from telling the whole school about her fun night! That's not the only reason why I have a rather strong dislike towards him, he's also rather annoying and tries to seize every little opportunity he can to get into my pants specifically since I'm part of the few girls he hasn't already turned out and, don't get me STARTED on those ANNOYING-ASS nicknames!