The Nerd Boy

Chapter 6- Well Alrighty Then.

Adonis POV:

So it's just my luck that my art teacher, AKA the she-devil herself, Miss Teblam, caught me running off. And of course she stopped me from leaving and dragged me to art.

Fun fact about me: I hate art.

And it's also my luck that Zaia was in the same class.

Walking inside was like doing the walk of shame, with my head down and my shoes scuffing the floor, I reached my seat. Which, I forgot to mention, turned out to be directly next to Zaia.

"Partner projects, one of you will draw and the other will model and colour using tone and shading," oh dear lord.

Zaia and me simultaneously turned to look at each other, both of us getting whiplash in the process.

"But Mi-"
"No buts, I don't care."

This would be a long month.

"Well why are you so silent for, sort out who's doing what with your partner and make plans to meet up!" Snapped the witch.

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"Are you just going to ignore me for the entire project then?" I asked softly, not wanting to erupt a volcano.
Zaia sighed, knowing she'd have to give up the silent treatment eventually.

"No, but just because I'm talking to you doesn't mean we're mates or anything," she replied with a scoff.
Well alrighty then.

"So are you and Widdowson like... together then?" I asked, hoping to persuade her to leave him.
"Uhm," her face flushed and she became flustered.

"He hasn't really asked but everyone's saying it's bound to happen soon," she let out a breath.
"Oh." I mentally slapped myself. What a stupid answer?!

"Oh? Is that all you have to say?" Why did she seem confused.
"And why did he seem scared of you? And why don't you like him?" She definitely was a curious girl.
I began to grow annoyed. Why did she ask so many questions?

Zaia's POV:

"I can't tell you."
Ughh again with the blunt answers. There's something I don't know about him, something I want to know. I guess it's something quite alluring about him.
And there I go again. Why am I being such a love sick idiot?

"The fuck? What d'you mean you 'can't tell me'" I ranted, saying the 'can't tell me' part in a deep voice which was supposed to match his but obviously flopped.

He chuckled lightly before pushing his glasses up his nose with his pinky finger.
"Sorry bro, I just can't. But I guess from the way you seem to be slagging around Widdowson like that, you'll find out yourself."

First of all, bro? Did he really just call me bro?
Second of all, slagging? Me? A slag? I'm virgin for fucks sake!
My ears went red with anger, so I did the only logical thing to do.

I slapped him.

I was expecting him to cup his cheek or even flinch, but he didn't.

He simply sat there, a blank expression on his face but I didn't fail to see sadness and hurt in his eyes.

"I understand," he said calmly as the bell rang.
"I'm sorry, when d'you wanna meet up, maybe the library tonight?"

I was in complete and utter shock until I realised.

I can't go out.

"Wait!" I called out for him as he walked, shoulders slumped, glasses low.

"My house, today after school. And I want a full apology, I'll find you straight after school. We can make ways together."

Now it was his turn to be shocked. Adonis just stood there like a fish, his mouth opening and closing. I was obviously still very pissed off but I wanted an apology and to get this work done as soon as possible.

Who knew, maybe we'd become friends? Maybe more...?

I actually face palmed myself and people stared at me like I had grown 5 heads.

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Adonis' POV:

"Your bag," I said.
"Yes, what about it?"
"It's a rucksack, usually the 'popular' girls at this school above year 9 have a handbag, most likely branded, aaaaand, it's from Primark," I said, while catching the worried glint in her eye.

Something was off.

"Well I'm a simple girl, now drop it dick 'ead!" Zaia snapped at me. Damn, something definitely is off.

Why was talking about a bag such a sensitive subject? Was she financially unstable?

What was she hiding?

A/N:
Guess everyone's got secrets then.
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Picture at the top is Zaia's bag