Of Jerks & Drama

Chapter 10

I grab the textbooks I'm going to be using later on today and shut my locker close with my elbow while my hands are securely wrapped around my unnecessarily heavy books, as I listen to Alexa blab about how bitchy some of the cheerleaders are.

"How can Tana go ahead and date Kylie's ex-boyfriend?" She asks, growing irritated. "Like you can't date your friend's ex. It's the rules of feminism."

I laugh a little at her reference. "At least Tana left him once she found out him and Kyle weren't together anymore." I shrug, gripping my books closer to my chest.

"But they won't do the cheer formation I came up with because it requires them to actually work together." She groans and kicks the locker she was leaning on. There's a little dent now in place of where her foot had been.

My eyes wonders behind my best friend and they settle on a familiar ink black haired boy. Mateo.

He walks over to Alexa and I with a lazy smile on his face, outfit looking great as always. He's wearing dark denim jeans, an army green shirt and to top it all off, a leather jacket. You can tell he's muscly, almost as muscly as Jay and he's the freaking Hulk. His hair is styled no different than the other days, the bed head style every guy seems to be doing now a days.

Alexa sees my attention is no more in the conversation we're having and turns around, following my eyes.

"Oh great, loverboy's here." She comments sarcastically, growing tired of seeing my supposed boyfriend and her friend, rolling her big blue eyes.

"Hey Alexa." He greets before giving her a sideways hug and she responds back. "I heard Kylie and Tana are literally pulling each other's hair out in the gym."

Her already large eyes widen a bit more making it look like they were about to pop out of her head. "What! Friday's cheer routine isn't going to be ruined by this... "

She starts to speed walk away from us, towards the gym. Her red hair bounces from side to side as she yells profanities along the way, not caring who is watching.

A little frown plays on my lips at the thought of Friday. I still haven't gathered enough fact for my article.

But the frown vanishes as soon as Mateo walks over, drapes his hand over my shoulder and he kisses my temple.

I wonder his reason for doing that because Foster isn't here to watch us and get jealous.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion until I catch Foster from the corner of my eye. I quickly nozzle my head under Mateo's chin and hug him.

After we pull a part, the feeling at the pit of my stomach finds its way into me again and I shake the feeling off. I look up at him. "You think he saw this?"

An emotion flashes through his eyes but it gone the moment it came, giving me no time to decipher.

He shrugs, because his back was to him. So I slyly glanced at Foster who still remains rooted the ground.

A deep scowl is etched face and he is glaring at Mateo.

The glare was not directed to me for once because if I saw him glaring this way at me, in would high tail outta here and buy myself a one way ticket to Mars.

Foster storms off to what I suppose is his first class of the day because the bell is about to go off.

A little victory grin dances on my lips and I flip my curls over my shoulders.

Mateo smiles a little. "So... I was hoping I could walk you to our algebra class." He scratches the back off his head.

Who would think Mateo Gonzalez, the basketball Greek god, was all cute and soft under all this rugged bad boy façade.

I sure didn't think so, but as he began tutoring me, I started to see he's not that cocky as I thought.

The expressions don't judge a book by its cover really comes to play.

The weight that was between my arm and side disappears then I turn to Mateo and see he is now holding my books for me.

He notices me looking and breathes out air through his nose that can replace a laugh. "You're arms looked as if they were gonna fall off and it was a gentleman-y thing to do.

I nod in response as I try to hide the heat rising to my cheeks, even though I know it won't be that visible.

29/01/17