The Life Of An Undercover Nerd

Chapter 7

Ethan's POV:

     "Honestly I feel like we should skip school today." I suddenly say to Wes. If we're going to meet the girl who beat me up I don't want to get in a bad mood at school. I especially don't want to deal with the nerd.

     That reminds me, I have to do something about her. She'll definitely won't be seeing the pretty side of me. But then again when has she?

     "That actually sounds like such a..." He stops and thinks about his answer for a second. I arch my eyebrow at him.

     "Awesome? Amazing? Great?" I say.

     "Awful!" He almost shouts. I groan and roll my eyes. "Yup it's an awful idea."

     I almost feel like laying in my bed and sleeping all day. "But-"

     Wes cuts me off, "No buts! C'mon get up. Start getting ready for school."

     "Okay mom." I groan.

     "Don't call me that. I'm your daddy." He winks at me. I crack a smile and throw a pillow at him.

     "Fucking gay ass."

     He grabs two pillows and throws them at me.  Surprisingly he didn't miss.

     "When are you gonna let that go? I'm not gay. And there's nothing wrong with being gay!!" He shakes his head disappointed in a jockingly way.

     "Mhm if you say so." I chuckle and get out of my warm comfortable bed.

     "Just get ready for school you little shit. We have a long day ahead of us." He smiles widely at me. Obviously he's just excited to meet the mysterious girl. Me on the other hand, I couldn't be any less excited. Though I am curious to see her. I'm not happy but just curious.

Why is everyone calling her hot? She's definitely just like any hoe in my school. I just know it.

     "Hurry the fuck up!" I hear Wes shout from downstairs. He's such a pain in the ass sometimes I swear. As quickly as I can I grab a shirt and a pair of sweat pants.

After I change I put on some Nike's and meet Wes downstairs. He's probably so impatient to get the day over with so he could go see the girl of his dreams. I find him in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. I could already tell he's judging my choice of clothes.

      "Really? This is how you chose to dress today?" He sighs and shakes his head. "Goodness Ethan. What am I gonna do with you?"

     I respond with a cheesy smile as I walk over to the fridge. "You look like you're going to a night club by the way." I scrunch my nose and close the fridge. There's nothing good to eat in there.

He's dressed in black ripped jeans and he chose to pair them with a plain white tee and a jean jacket.  His hair is combed back to make him appear more clean, I guess? For shoes he just put on some plain converse. And to top it all off he had on a pair of diamond earrings. Which I've never seen him wear. And keep in mind these are all my clothes!

"Is that a compliment?" He asks, and for some reason he seemed a bit nervous. Almost like he wanted me to approve of his outfit.

     "Of course it is. Those are all my clothes. Why wouldn't you look good?" I wink at him. "Though I do think I could pull that off way better."

     "Conceited ass little shit!" He laughs. "Thanks I guess?" I shrug and smirk while crossing my arms.

     "Now I have to ask, did you dress like this because of her?"