The Bad Ass: Nerd

14: You-daho

****Lucas****

I woke up to the soumd of an alarm. Groggly I sat up amd took in my surroundings. Black walls with multi-colored paint splaters. Lots of band posters like, Black Veil Brides, Green Day, Pierce The Veil, and All Time Low. Pictures covered the walls to, one had a little boy around the age of six or seven eating ice cream with a big smile on his face. So the is the 'forbidden' room Chris told me to never enter.

I looked down and saw Chris still sleeping, completely ammune to the sound of the alarm. She looks younger in away, relaxed, not tense. She looks so peaceful. A tinge of guilt grew in my stomach as I shook her shoulder, "Chris, wake up." She stirred, but didn't wake up. "C'mon Chris, it's time to wake up," I urged, shaking her her with a bit more force. She moaned, stirred again, and her eye lids fluttered open. "Hey," her voice was think with sleep. "Hey." 

"What time is it?" She yawned. I picked up her phone that was next to her head, "five minutes to seven." She nodded, and slowly pushed herself to a sitting possion. Her eyes half open she whispered to herself, "Okay." She got up, and went to her closet. She was about to grab something, but turned around with a smirk on her face. "Want to help me pick something to wear?" She asked. Grinning I replied, "well, of course." 

She started to pull out clothes that she'd normally wear to school. "How about this?" She held up a longish, gray, sweater with weird butterfly things that looked like they were made out of yarn, a pale peach colored speghetti straped tank top, and blue boot cut jeans. I gave it a hard look, and shook my head. She sighed, and mumbled, "Fine." 

She showed me a couple other outfits, and I said no to all of them. She sighed a sigh of defeat. "Then why dont you come and pick something," she snapped. I shrugged, "Okay." I walked up to the closet -still in my boxers- as she went to sit on the bed. I started pulling things out from the back of her closet. What came out of it was a leather vest, a shirt that said 'I sold my sole for rockin roll', a flowy like leather skirt, and fish nets. I layed them out carefully on the bed, and put my clothes on, ignoring the fact that they wrinkled over night.

When I looked at Chris she was gaping at me. "What?" I asked. "I-I cant wear that to school," she stammered. "People will think differently of what they do now," she trailed off. "Yeah, thats kinda the point here my dear Christina. If everyone is going to know about us, then they should know about you to, the real you," I said.  "Not about your life, your personality," I added quickly after seeing the look of horror on her face. "Anyway, it's not like you can look for anything else, we have to leave in ten minutes." Her head snapped up, and her eyes opened, "Well get out then!" Chuckeling I left the room.

As I shut the door, Marcus walked out of his room. When he saw me and took in my apperance and smirked, and turned away. I just rolled my eyes and follwed him down the hallway. "So, someone got lucky, huh?" He asked, his eyebrows raised suggestively. I scoff, "No. We just slept." He gave me a puzzled look. "What?" I asked, getting slightly annoyed by the look. "Chris doesnt just sleep, like actually sleep, with guys. Even if they're her boyfriends.." He trails off. "Well not last night," I say defensively. "Whoa, calm down man. I'm just confused, as all," he assures me. "Yeah, I know.." 

We sit in silence for a good five minutes, until we hear Chris' footsteps from down the hall. "Whoa! Chris, um.. Whats up with the clothes? We're going to school ya know? Or are you ditchng?" Marcus asks in a rush, scanning the outfit I picked for her.  She breaths in deeply, then slowly-like really slow- lets it out. "Well, I guess I'm trying something different," she mildly glares at me. I just shrug. "Well, uh, okay I guess," he says still sounding unsure.

"I guess we should get going then, huh." I suggest. "Yeah," they say at the same time. They walk to Marcus' motorcycle, and I walk to my car. "See ya at school," I wink at Chris. A small smile grows on her lips, "See ya." She bites her lip, joining an impatient Marcus whose pretending to gag. I roll my eyes, and hop into my car, and quickly start the ingine.