Of Jerks & Drama

Chapter 5

Yesterday we made progress in the car. We reminisced our childhood, he actually smiled, laughed with me and didn't act like he wants to hurt me in every single way possible.

I thought maybe it'll continue like that today. So when I was getting into my mom's car (because I left my bike at school) this morning, Foster was on his way to his car, so I flashed him a smile and he scowled at me.

Later on at school — I dropped a few of my books when I was rushing to my first class and he helped me pick them up.

This is starting to really annoy me, his attitude. Last time I checked, you don't offer rides and help the people you hate. I thought it was only girls that get mood swings when they're on their periods, apparently not.

"Earth to Riley!" Alexa snaps her fingers in front of my face and I blink.

I notice the food line I'm on has moved forward and I quickly jump towards my best friend.

She laughs at me. "Were you thinking about the Foster thing?"

I sigh and run my hand through my curls. An unladylike groan escapes my mouth when my fingers get knotted in my hair.

Alexa grabs my hands, pulls it out rather forcefully and I suppress my agony to a wheezing sound so people around us in the cafeteria don't think we're crazy.

"He's a butthole." She states. Like I don't already know that. "And deserves butthole like people."

She turns me around to the table he's currently seated at with a Bianca on his lap, lip wrestling.

"Gross." I mutter and she agrees.

We pick up a tray once it's our turn and go up the lunchladies serving up the food.

The food at me school is actually not that bad but not that good either. It's just manageable I guess.

The first lady splatters mashed potatoes — I'm guessing — on my tray and Alexa's and then we leave before she could add anything else. There's only little our poor bellies can take.

Once we are seated at are usually table, I can't help but look back at Foster and I find his cold eyes trained on me. I wonder why he's staring at me. I run my hand over my fae, checking if I had anything on it.

Alexa nudges me and whispers, "Mateo coming our way."

I turn away from Foster and look at the large boy who's now sitting opposite me.

"Hey Alexa, hey Riley." He beams, grinning at us.

"Hi." We both squeak in unison. I internally face palm my self for sounding so high and I bet Alexa does to because of the expression she's wearing on her face.

"Uh, so Riley, I will be tutoring you now... " The trails and I nod for him to continue. "And how is this gonna work? My house our your house?"

"My house will be fine thank you." My cheeks are hurting and I didn't know I have been smiling since he got here. His smile is just so contagious man.

"Okay," He let's out an awkward laugh and reaches into his letterman jacket. "Here you can put your number into my phone so you can text me your address."

A collect his phone and type in number and then Alexa whistles lowly.

"There." I hand his phone back to him. He gets up and complements our table; saying something about better lighting, then leaves.

Alexa sighs dramatically. "My God he's cute."

I put my index finger in my mouth and pretend to gag.

She slams her hand on my back and my finger almost enters my throat, making me gag — for real.

"Oh, sorry thought you were choking." She flashes me her signature grin and I roll my eyes.

"Your so evil sometimes." I say after I've calmed myself down.

I look behind me again and Foster was still looking at me. The vain in his forehead, visible as ever. Bianca is still on his lap, tapping him, trying to get his attention but he doesn't even acknowledged her. It's like he's almost jealous. Why in the world would he be jealous?

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The bell rings, indicating the end of school and I am the first one to rush out of my Spanish class.

It's not that I don't like Spanish but its because of the person who sits next to me — Jonah.

He's a pervert, on the highest level. Keeps on whispering dirty things in my ear and it is beyond annoying. 

You're probably like...

Why don't you change your seat or something?

That's the thing. I can't! And it's driving me crazy.

I run out the school and into the parking lot. I spot my bike were I left the day before so Jerky Mcjerkface could drive me home.

I bump into something hard, probably the wall and I prepare myself for when I fall flat on the floor. I guess that's what I get for thinking of that jerk.

As I am about to fall, large hands grip my shoulder, steadying me.

"Hi." I whisper, internally thanking him for catching me.

"Hey." Mateo says, smiling as always. His hands falls off my shoulders as he asks, "Do you want a ride? After all, we're going to the same destination."

I look at him. Clueless.

"Tutoring... "

I face palm myself, but I didn't do it internally, I did right in front of him. I face palm myself again.

"No need to hurt yourself." He laughs. "We all forget things from time to time, now c'mon."

I follow his foot steps, wordlessly. As we walk through the parking lot, I spot my bike and by it a blue car with two buttholes by it; Bianca and Foster. Once he notices me, he pulls Bianca closer to him.

And before I know what I'm doing, I wrap my dainty hands around Mateo's bulky forearm.

Mateo stares down at me, his golden cheeks now tinted pink.

"Sorry." I say, feeling stupid. I slowly unwrap my hands but he holds them in place.

"It's okay, it's just a friendly gesture... "

I nod and look back at Foster. He's gaping at us like a fish out of water and I smirk.

Let the games begin Foster Cambridge.

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