Driving up to the student car park, my nerves started up again.
“Right, so we’ll get out of the car, all cool like, yeah?” asked Morton.
“Yup,” agreed Greg, “Em, you ready?”
“Mhm,” I said quietly.
He looked back at me and smiled kindly, and I remembered his promise.
They got out of the car, and Greg gave me his hand to pull me out of the car.
Taking a deep breath, I slunk behind him slightly as we made our way up to the school building.
We were taking in each kind of student there seemed to be until I saw Morton’s eyes glaze over slightly.
“Dude, you okay?” I asked.
He said nothing, so I followed his eyes to a pretty girl cycling over to some guys, and rolled my eyes at my brother’s antics.
We almost made it to the school, but we were stopped.
“Hi,” said a tanned guy with short brown hair and a huge Adam’s apple.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Sup?”
That was, in order, Morton, me and then Greg... and I whispered mine.
“That your car?” asked the guy, indicating to the white muscle car.
“Yeah,” answered Greg.
“What is it, like ten miles to the gallon?” he asked.
“Try seven, you?” asked Morton.
“Oh mine’s biodiesel dawg.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at that, and had to lower my head so nobody would see.
“Smells like egg rolls,” said Morton, and I laughed airily at his obliviousness.
The eco-guy smiled a dazzling smile at me; “Hi.”
“Hey,” I whispered.
Greg took me behind him a bit more.
“We try to ride bikes when we can,” the guy told Morton, “What with the global crisis and whatnot.”
I had a feeling that high school had changed a lot since we attended it.
“Oh, I don’t care about that,” said Greg and I grimaced... bad choice of words.
“You don’t care about the environment? That’s kind of fucked up man!” exclaimed the guy.
“Hey, hey. Will you all shut the hell up, I’m trying to study. Thanks,” said a short, skinny black boy.
“He’s trying. Look at him. What a nerd” Greg laughed and I could tell things weren’t going to end well for him.
The black kid stood up straight from his place leaning on a car to write, and came to stand in front of Greg; “Who you calling a nerd man?”
“I’m sorry what?” asked Greg before stepping forward and punching the guy hard in the face.
“Shit!” I screamed, going to step in front of Greg and face him.
“Shit, man!” yelled the eco-guy.
“And turn that gay-ass music off,” demanded Greg.
“You hit me because I’m gay?” asked the black guy.
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Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story
FanfictionEmber Schmidt (or Em as everyone usually calls her) is the sister of Morton Schmidt. During high school the two were bullied by Greg Jenko, but years later they form and alliance with him during police training. Now they are all on an undercover mis...
