Writing Snapshots

the revenge of the academic slut

Teen Fiction

"Hey." A pair of brilliant blue, ocean eyes peer down at me, swirling whirlpools of blue.

I start, slamming my locker door shut so fast the edge nicks my finger and draws blood. I press the pad of my thumb to my mouth, sucking it. Alex watches me, smiling lazily.

"Sorry for startling you, babe."

My heart is pounding furiously and my lungs are burning. I can't breathe. I cannot believe the most popular jock, Alex, was talking to me. I am not a loser by any means, but only popular in the sense of academics and nothing else. While I have my fair share of friends, most of my peers always cast a glance of annoyance and irritation my way for always being the topper of the class. Alex himself had never spoken to me before. Now that he is, I am reduced to a speechless fool. I cannot make the words come out of my mouth.

Moments later, I finally squeak, "It's all right. What can I do for you?"

He leans into me, his breath caressing the shell of my ear. His blonde curls touch my cheek and I freeze at it, the soft silkiness of his hair like a feather brushing my skin.

"Well, a little birdie recently told me you had a crush on me. It was only when I learned this, I realize why you had let me cheat off you for half the year. I just thought it was sheer luck you never noticed, but I guess not. Thank you for that, by the way. I was failing AP physics. You saved me."

It takes a moment for his words to sink in, for my very skin seemed to be hot and cold and burning and ice at the same time. "Wait, you cheated off me?"

He steps away, raising his eyebrow cockily. "Yeah, babe. I have been for a few months, just discreetly. If I knew you wanted to help me, I would have not tried to be so secretive. But I needed a good grade of this final for me to be on the team next year. Just came to say thank you. Don't be mad, ok? You want me to play, don't you? Is that a problem? I mean, don't you want to help me because you like me?"

How could I have ever thought his almond-shaped eyes were kind and gentle? It is only now I could the slight cocky tip of it, hear the same arrogance in his voice.

My heart squeezes painfully. This asshole had cheated off me the whole year and somehow, I hadn't noticed. And he had the gall to say if he had known I liked him, he wouldn't have tried to be so secretive about cheating because I 'wouldn't have cared.' He would have used my crush on him to his advantage. In a flash, all the mushy feelings I have towards him vaporize into thin air. I can feel him squashing and grounding my heart into the ground and I want to punch that strong jaw for hurting me.

"No, not a problem at all. I love helping. Especially you." I bite the words out.

He gives me a smile- the dimpled one that made me fall in like with him in the first place. All I want to do know is claw those inverted small smiles off his face.

"That's what I thought babe. You know," he steps closer to me again until my breasts are pressed against his chest. "as a thank you, why don't you come to my party tonight? I could thank you very well." He winks and slides his hands down his waist, squeezing my ass slightly.

My eyes almost pop out of my sockets in surprise at his unsolicited touch and I have to tamp down the urge to slap him across the face. I suck in my cheeks. A simple slap would not do for this violation.

"Why not, Alex? I would love to." I raise up on my tiptoes. "At your party, I'll have a surprise waiting for you as well.

He rakes a lewd glance down my body and winks at me. "Looking forward to it, babe." He gives my ass one more squeeze.