The BadAss And The Nerd

Chapter 10- The 'Study' Party

Brook's POV:

 

                "Are you ready for tonight?" Flynn asks as he leans on the locker next to mine, that stupid smirk forever instilled on his face. To the outside world it might look like he's coming to pick me up and sweep me off my feet on a romantic date. No, I got tricked into tutoring him and his idiotic friends.

                Good thing I have back up.

                "Yes, my friends will also be coming along to study, of course," I respond after a while.

                "Aw, you couldn't handle us yourself?" he pushes off the wall and falls into step beside me as I head towards the parking lot, in search for my car.

                "Nope, all that stupidity, I needed some backup," I retort.

                "Admit it, it was too much hotness that you wanted some average looking guys to balance the scale."

                "I didn't know you considered your friends hot, something you need to tell?"

                "I was talking about myself and you didn't answer my question," he looks down at me. Curse his stupid tallness.

                "Yes, I wanted average to balance the scale, hence your brains, Oh, I'm sorry, I have the feeling that their below average performance," I look condescendingly at him. That's right, I have comebacks as well.

                "Ouch Brookie, maybe there is hope for you, yet," he smiles. Curse him and his stupid smiles. I roll my eyes at him as we arrive at my car.

                "Bye," I give him a small glance before turning and opening my car door.

                "Aren't you going to offer me a ride?" his obnoxious voice questions.

                "Nope."

                "You know, you did set my motorcycle on fire, leaving me ride less," he exclaims heading towards the passenger side.

                "Are you ever going to let that go?" I haven't told him the truth about placing a fake bike and burning the fake. The jerk seems to be very much attached to his bike for reasons different to the ones I initially thought. Perhaps, I could hold this over his head.

                "My most prized possession being obliterated into ashes, no, I'm never letting it go," he retorts while I roll my eyes. The only thing he cares about is a stupid motorcycle named Delilah and himself.

                "You want me to drop you off anywhere?" I ask as we make it onto the road.

                "Your house," he responds quickly.

                "What's wrong with your house?"

                "I like being at your place," he shrugs.

                "What about your mom?"

                "She's busy."

                "You should invite her over, you know. I actually miss her," I suggest.

                "I'll make sure to tell her," he states before looking out the window.

                "Why do you hide?" I blurt out without thinking. I'm not supposed to notice these things about him. He's the repulsive jerk that has no heart and doesn't care about the ones he steps all over.