Street Nerd

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chapter three
"get your cum coated fingers off of me!"
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THE FANTASTIC THREE. The boys that every girl wishes they would spare a glance at. The boys that have multiple rumors about them being involved in gang action. The boys that have tattoos scattered all over their very toned bodies. Those boys, those off limit boys were standing at my table.

Three pairs of beautiful brown eyes burning through my head. On the left, was Hunter Kline. Hunter has long shaggy brown hair that swoops to the right covering his right eye, his figure almost looks too small compared to the other two but man, you can still see his abs through his shirt. He has two sleeves of tattoos and what looks like some chest tattoos.

The right side is Miles Kline. Yep, Hunters older, hotter brother. Name a girl, Miles has most likely boned her. Miles has slightly curly brown hair that runs to the side of his face, if its not styled back to the side. Miles has tattoos everywhere, they slide up both sides of his neck and straight back down to his v-line and up again to his fingertips. 'Those fingers...' No stop. What is with you today Ada?!

In the middle of the two boys is Clayton Maddox, basically the 'leader' of the fantastic three. Clayton has perfect curly brown hair that falls to the left, he always has perfect shaved sides to match with his tiny stubble and his perfect white teeth. Both arms have tattoos surrounding them. With his perfect white v neck T-shirt that clings to his toned chest and biceps larger than the width of my head. Seriously, I need to stop.

"Um, can I help you?" I asked them without realizing the bitch in my tone, my eyes never leaving theirs.

All three boys sat down like they owned the table because honestly, they probably did. "How?" Miles spoke once he was perfectly seated on the bench across from me.

Confused at first, but soon realizing that they were talking about the punch I acted timid and afraid. I can't let people know, I won't.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said timidly while tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

Before any of the boys had the chance to reply the bell rung dismissing us from the cafeteria. Now that's what I call heroism. Before they started speaking once again. I quickly got up, gathered my trash and ran through the door stopping at the trash bins to empty my ten dollars in the can right next to the door.

Suddenly stopping in my tracks, I remembering my last classes, I share with the boys. Fuck! There is no way they're letting this one slide. Mentally groaning I walked up to my locker to grab my books for Science and Geography.

In Science class, I sat in the far back corner, the only class I wasn't in the front middle seat. I walked back to my seat the see that it was taken, not just by anyone nooooo, of course it had to be Miles.

"Hey hot thing." Miles said cockily with a wink once he noticed my presence.

This boy has never talked to me in my whole 4 years of going to this school. Why now? You caused a scene Ada, a bad-ass scene. That's why now.

Before replying back with a rude comment, I reminded myself who I was at school, "Please move?" I said in more of a question than a statement.

"Why would I? There is a perfectly good spot right here for you." I looked around for a second and noticed his spot on the far left of the classroom next the the wall with all the windows, in between Hunter and Clayton. Was he flirting? He's never talked to me, why is he flirting?

"Where?" I looked back and met his gaze. But he didn't say anything. Anything at all.

Before I knew it there was a muscular arm wrapped around my waist and I was swept of my feet and into the lap of Miles Harrington. His chest was vibrating from his chuckles but his face showing no emotion.