Mr. Popularity & the Nerd

Mr. Popularity & the Nerd (7)

Mr. Popularity & the Nerd (7)

Timothy's POV

Ashley went to talk to her? Ashley slapped her? What the actual fuck? I don't even know why I cared about that girl. I don't care about anyone. Not even Ashley. She's just my sex buddy and the girl I make out with everyone once in a while. She knew I didn't care about her but she wanted to put a label on our so called 'relationship'. I never cared about anyone ever since my mom died but something about Paris was different. I only met her like a week ago but I feel so close to her. Like I could tell her anything and it made me angry to think Ashley did something like that.

I couldn't talk to Ashley right now because she walked off to class so I stood outside her classroom waiting for the bell to ring for the end of class. There was still quite some time left. I looked through the window on the classroom door to see Ashley biting on her gum and pulling it twirling it around her finger. I rolled my eyes and waited on the side of the classroom.

The bell finally rung and people started leaving the classrooms. When Ashley left her classroom with her friends, I pulled her away from them and dragged her to the boys bathroom.

"Can you all get the fuck out? I want to have a private conversation." I looked at Ashley. She had a seductive look on her face and all the boys scrambled out of the bathroom. I love having that affect on people. You know, when they're all scared of you because you're cool and stuff.

"Do you just want to talk or do more." Ashley said seductively. She trailed her finger down my chest.

"N-no Ashley. I want to just fucking talk." I pushed her finger off me.

"Or do more?" She walked closer to me.

"Ashley let me fucking talk!" I shouted pretty loud. She flinched at my tone and walked two steps away from me.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Tell me why you had to threaten Paris and slap her."

"Who the hell is Paris?"

"During the fucking break you threatened a girl? You slapped her?" I repeated.

"Oh yeah.. that bitch. What about her?"

"She is not a bitch first of all. And how did you even find her in the first place?"

"Oh you know I have connection. A friend told me about the shit you guys had. I told her to track that girl down and I just payed her a visit. Nothing bad at all." At this point, she was chewing and popping her gum very loudly.

"NOTHING BAD AT ALL? You just walked up to her threatened her, and then randomly slapped her. Are you some fucking psychopath?"

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ABOUT HER? I'M YOUR GIRLFRIEND. She's just some bitch you probably met and fucked."

"No you know what this conversation is pointless. I don't like you. I never did. I don't even know why we put a label on this shit. I'm done with you." I walked towards the bathroom door.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I put a handle on the door and pulled it open.

"We were never really together in the first place." With that said, I walked off.

Just as I expected, she chased after me.

"You're breaking up with me because of some stupid hoe."

"No, I'm breaking up with you because I'm done with your bullshit. This is not the first time it's happened."

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember Jasmine?"

"Who the hell is Jasmine?"

"My point exactly. You threatened her to leave me alone and now no one knows what happened to her." I was done talking about this so instead of going to my next and last class, I went home. I needed time to process this shit.

When I got home, I found my dad making out with some slut on the couch. I really mean it when I say slut. She was wearing tall heels, a really short skirt and a tank-top tied up to her bra. Like ew what 30 year old dresses like that? They didn't hear me coming in so I decided to leave them alone. I needed some rest before my "dad" and I get into another fight. I closed my eyes and I quickly drifted asleep.

Paris's POV

After that outburst with Timothy, I ran back to the classroom and grabbed my stuff and left. I couldn't stay in school any longer. I'll just make up the homework tomorrow whatever but why did I care? Oh my fucking god. I just met this guy like what? a week ago or something? He's a player of some sort. I don't know why I'm crying. It's not like I like him or something right? I don't know.. Forget it. I'm just not gonna talk to him anymore before I get into any other trouble with Ashley.

I finally reached my house after a while. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and sniffled a few times before entering.

"Yeah babe I'll pick you up tonight." I heard my brother say on the phone when I walked in the living room. What was he doing home? I tried to sneak up to my room without my brother noticing but I think he did because he told his girlfriend he had to go and he hung up on her.

"Hey what are you doing home so early?" He got up from the couch and walked towards me.

"Had a bad day and I didn't want to stay in school." I sniffled.

"Have you been crying? What happened? Who hurt my little sis and what about homework? Did you get it before you left?"

"No I'm not crying. I just... I just got some dust in my eyes." I blinked repeatedly. "And I'll just make up the work tomorrow it's fine."

"Well okay then. Mom's gonna be home really late tonight and I'm going to be out with my girlfriend so are you fine home alone?"

"Aren't I always?" I began walking up the stairs but then I stopped. "Wait what am I gonna eat again?"

"I've got that covered."

"Okay thanks. Wait.. what are you doing home?"

"I didn't feel like going to school. Whatever."

I shrugged my shoulders and walked inside my room. I threw my bag on a chair and went to lay down on my bed.