Nerd To Jock: a nerd's glow up story

Chapter Two: Good Ol' Days

Earlier that day

I was going out of Clay's apartment at noon when Martin called me. I started shaking because I knew he's plotting how get rid of me.

"Hey buddy, come over tonight my parents are out of the country for a while and some girls are coming", he said as I picked up.

"But y'know I hate this kind of parties" I replied, trying not to seem scared.

"Okay, no girls, as you wish Sir," he said as he hung up.

Rude much?

I spent my whole afternoon preparing my words, I tried not to, I tried to keep my mind out of it. But I failed, as always. Anxiety devoured me.

It always does.

Though it's not the first time we fight, but I knew this was the last one.

I don't have to tell you how fake people are, but Martin?

He's the fakest.

The first day he came to our school, he was that coward chick,

"Hey, are you the new student Martin?" I said as I reached his desk.

"Hey, yes I'm Martin Crimsen, who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Andrew Harrington, nice to meet you Martin"

"Nice to meet you too"

We shook hands.

"How's your first day going anyways?"

"Oh, it's fine except for those bullies"

"I've been there before. Don't listen to them you're cool."

"You think so?"

"Yep I do, you're hot too," I joked.

"Someone has a crush," he replied with a smirk.

"I doubt so,"

The bell rang

"Goodbye hot boy," I said with sarcasm as I headed to my next class.

Good old days

We became friends so fast, he came two years ago and at senior year he wants to get rid of me. I don't really care, but he should appreciate I'm the one that stopped them from bullying him.

I've never transferred to another school, even though I was bullied. But meh, all of my schoolmates were snakes and fake. Wait no. Let me rephrase, almost all of them were fake. I'm not excepting Martin y'know. He's probably the most.

I was remembering our memories. I was seeing our pics. But for how much? I deleted all of the pics. All of them. I shouted. I screamed. I broke my mum's favorite vase (which I still regret doing).

I was ready to face him.

Not at all.

No, not really.

Never mind I'll move to an old mountain house drink coffee and-

ANDREW MAN UP a voice in my head shouted. Martin is just a guy out of 7 millions, I'm not so sure about my numbers, but you got my point.

And once again the voices in my head started fighting, but they disappeared once my phone started to ring.

It was Martin.

I declined the call, he'll know I'm coming, went upstairs to shower and leave fast.

I'm going to post chapter three soon wait for it.
I'm sorry for the mistakes. I'll review every chapter to correct the mistakes don't worry.