My Favourite Geek

12. I've got Pizz-aaaaaaaahhh!!!!

Dallas' POV

It is really terrifying. The dim lights. The drunk and the high people. The blaring music. The make out sessions at almost every corner. The dancing. Everything reminds me of what I used to be. What I used to do. What I made happen. Absolutely everything. I feel like I'm being sucked into a black hole. I need to get out of here.

"Hey babe. Don't you wanna dance?" A drunk girl flirtatiously purrs as I'm about to turn around to leave through the front door. She's so drunk that she doesn't know she is flirting with a nerd.

"No I don't want to. Now please just leave me alone." I reply, getting irritated by her trying to rub her body all over me. I gently push her away. I know she's drunk. And vulnerable.

Just as I do that some other guy takes her away and in some corner, holds her by the waist and she squeals surprised and he starts making out with her.

I stare at them in disgust. What pleasure do people derive from doing that so disgustingly? I'm pretty sure they'll be throwing up on each other soon.

As I turn to leave again, I hear somebody calling my name. Well not exactly my name. The name I am called by asshats.

"Hey geeky!!"

Just great. I turn around to see Tyler, Zach, Kyle and some other people smirking at me but also annoyed.

"Who invited you here?" Kyle asks.

"Oh who invited me, Me you say? Who was it?" I say trying to annoy them by pretending to rack my brain. I'm definitely not going to tell them it was Yvonne.

They start scowling. Zach walks slowly towards me. We are about the same height but my aura of geeky nerdyness makes me look small.

"This our territory kiddo. You better stay away and not try to spread your dorkiness around sane people. Anyway I like where this ended. You're really keeping up the nerdy thing as though that's what you actually are."

I grit my teeth and look him in the eye, clenching my fists. He remembers. His friends are snickering but I know for sure that they don't have a clue of what his talking about. Airheads, Jocks that think through their muscles. They probably think he's saying something to scare me. Well he is. But not in the way they understand.

He then whispers. "Cause we both know who you are. Don't we, Xander?"

I suck in a breath. That's my gang name. This guy is out to haunt me.

"So get out now. Without any bruises or injuries. Just leave."

I turn around and leave. I'm weak. I know. But I want to be the opposite of everything I was before.
As I head to the car with my hands in my pockets a lonely tear escapes my cheek. I stare at my reflection at the window of the car. I parked my car far from Tyler's house so it gives me the opportunity to do this. 

"Why?" I whimper. "Why am I so foolish? Why am I so worthless? Why am I so senseless? How will I ever be able to get rid of this guilt? It's eating me up so bad! "

I run my hands through my hair repeatedly. Sometimes I feel so worthless that I wish that suicide should be the answer. The answer to my pain.

Yvonne. Where is she? It doesn't really matter anyway. She's probably with her friends and with Zach. It doesn't bother me really.

"Hey Dallas. What are you doing out here? I've been looking everywhere for you." I hear Yvonne say behind me.

"Nothing. Nothing. It's nothing. Just go back to where you came from."