Trapped with the Delinquents

Precious Little Peyton

After the guys left, leaving Nick and I alone, I couldn't help but wonder why he even wanted to see me. Was he pulling a prank? A dare? Did one of his friends ask him to set me up with them? All those thoughts kept lingering in my mind until he snapped me back into reality.

"Peyton, darling," Nick said in a soothing, low voice which could literally kill, "do you know why I brought you up here?"

"No, and I don't care to know. Bye!" I said, trying to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and turned me to face him again.

"I want a little favor from you," he said. "I was thinking, maybe if I can give you a better reputation in this school, you'd do my homework for me for the rest of the year?"

"You're ridiculous. I already have a perfect reputation. You're only going to wreck it."

"Precious, precious Peyton." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "I could make you popular. Not the kind of nerdy and weirdo popular you are now, but the kind that I am. You could be popular even outside of this school." Nick smirked.

"And you think I care, why?" I said. He was literally so annoying. I didn't care if I was popular or not. Yeah, I'd like to be well-known, but not like him. Hell, the cops probably knew him by name. Not in a good way.

"Well, you see, I'm trying to be nice and do charity work," he said with a maniacal grin. "And you're perfect for that!"

"Go to hell," I said, trying to escape once again, but he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him, lifting my chin up with his finger. Nick was tall, and even I felt short compared to him. I was about 5'7" or something and he was probably 6'3". Yup, tall. They always are.

"Peyton, why don't you want to be friends? You don't seem to have many anyways, so think of it as if I'm doing you a favor." Nick grinned and stroked my hair. I slapped his hand away and folded my arms.

"What makes you think I don't have any friends? Even if I didn't, it'd be way better than your tight group of fucktards." I returned his grin and flipped my hair.

"Feisty, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. I thought that's only what they called the sassy short girls.

As much as I wanted to slap him, I just sighed. "I'm going to do my homework now. Why don't you and your little 'friends' go plan to harass some other innocent girl?" I walked away and sat down on the floor, taking my backpack out and starting on the simple worksheets I had to do.

In all honesty, I wanted to keep that conversation going.