Four-eyed Beauty

Game Plan

Chapter 3: Game Plan

Shit! What the hell did I do now? Dammit. I-I.. didn’t mean to challenge her or bully her in any way,  jeesh—I was there to thank her and now she thinks im trying to start a war here. I know I can be a jerk but I just don’t think what I did back there was right, maybe I should go back and apologize to her.

But wait…that would make me look stupid but if I don’t go back now I can’t take it back, who cares if I look stupid?—I do.

Fudge. Stupid ego.

I faced palmed myself when I was at least a mile away from Olivia, this was really stupid actually I was really stupid. I could have gone back and take everything back and apologize and finally say thank you BUT NO, I just had to screw up and go all nervous in front of her. HER!—glasses girl, weird, baggy wearing, lonesome glasses girl! Can you believe it? I Taylor? Get nervous in front of a girl? Olivia at that.

The classrooms slowly poured out lazy students drifting through the hallway making their way to their next class. My eyes caught on to a certain blonde hair by our locker, picking up pace I threw my hand up trying to get his attention ”Jeff!” he looked up lazily like he was tired of seeing me—that jerk face.

I scoffed at his expression and crossed my arms and leaned on by the locker, he gave me a look and started chuckling. “Hey shit face did you finally take care of that ‘business’ of yours?” making air quotes. I rolled my eyes and opened my locker to get my back pack.

“Yes duffus and don’t call me shit face cuz that’s you” I laughed

He simply looked away “Really, I wonder what it was? That time of the month again ey? Yeah I guess your right shit face doesn’t really suite you, duffus is more like it” He smirked.

That was kind of foul especially to any guy if he tried it out on any guy he’d get a massive beating but I guess rather than that they would be the ones getting it, Jeff was really good at fighting maybe because he used to fight a lot but he didn’t seem to be the type to start a fight and most of us really knew not to mess with the guy, even if he was kind of a squirt.

That gave me an idea! I smirked at him and lowered my head towards his, he raised an eyebrow questioningly I leaned closer taking all up his personal space he leaned back like he was scared that I was going to kiss him. “What the hell man, I know im good looking but no need to check me out that close!” he shooed me like I was some dog but I was too caught up in my thoughts to even act offended.

“Hey Jeff want to know what my ‘business’?” he looked bored “Not really”

Time to take action, I put an arm around his shoulder and leaned down on him a bit, he glared at my hand mentally stabbing it, my smirk widening. Jeff hates being picked on but he could handle it but what he really hates is being small, actually he wasn’t that small we were part of the 10 most tallest guys in the batch he just hates being 10th and me being 7th he’s afraid that the 11th would grow and kick him off his place, not that it was really important but most of our friends were part of the top 10 so that meant he was the smallest and he hated it.

He glared at me that March 23’2012 Loosing Hope, Chasing/Accepting Fate, Finding Love. Life series.

His hand grabbed my chest and twisted it cruelly, I winced in pain and raised both my hands in surrender.

“Jesus! Jeff! That shit hurt me!” He turned to grab his books and my back pack.

“Don’t be such a baby and stop whining, come on we’ll be late for class.”

Like the baby I am I simply just pouted slung my back pack on my shoulder.

“You started it” he reminded me.