Mr. Popularity & the Nerd

Mr. Popularity & the Nerd (20)

Mr. Popularity & theNerd (20)

"Come on Paris. Just trust me. It won't hurt at all."

"No Austin. I don't want to do it. I want to wait."

"We've been dating for 2 years. What is there to wait for. Do you not trust me?"

"I do trust you. I just don't feel like it's safe."

"What is there to feel safe about? It's a wonderful feeling. It will make you feel like nothing you've ever felt before. I mean babe, look at me. I've done it all the time. Do you see anything different or wrong about me?"

"Austin just give me time. I will do it. I want to try it but just not now. I have a test to study for tomorrow."

"Fuck your shitty ass test. Why do you have to be such a goody goody all the time? Tale a risk for once dammit."

"You know what, fuck you. Just fuck you."

I got up trying to walk out of the room, but he didn't allow it. He grabbed my arm and yanked me back really hard...

 

"Achoo." I woke up on my bed with a huge headache. "Ow." I groaned rubbing my head. I looked around me and saw I was on my bed under the blankets. That's weird, last I remembered was pouring my eyes out in the rain.

"Hey, you feeling better?" I turned towards the door to see Timothy standing there with a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other.

"My head hurts a lot." I whined as he walked over to me.

"Here, take this." He handed the pill and glass of water to me. Instead of taking the pill right away, I stared at the pill in my hand. What if this was a drug? Why was he being so nice to me?

"Don't worry, it's just pain killers." He chuckled. It was like he read my mind or something. I shivered at the thought and took the pill. When I chugged down the last sip of water, he took the glass from me and left my room.

"Thanks." I told him when he came back a few minutes later.

"No problem. Now I have a question." I gave him the look that said 'yeah sure, what?'

"Why were you passed out in the rain when I came over?" I sneezed again. Luckily, I didn't have a fever. I was only sick.

"I don't want to talk about it but just know you don't have to worry anymore. I'm feeling fine." I sneezed again.

"Okay, fine. You don't have to tell me yet but you are not fine. You may be telling me you are but your nose is telling me the opposite. I have to watch you tonight. Your brother's staying late at college tonight. He had to make up some work."

Seriously? I'm 17 almost 18 and my brother thought I needed a babysitter? Instead of complaining, I just nodded my head. Then it became awkward.

"So.." He dragged out trying to break the ice.

"So.." I mimicked. We sat in slience for about 3 minutes. 3 really long minutes. When none of us decided to say a word to each other, he got up and left my room. I layed back down on my bed and drifted back to sleep.

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When I woke up, it was really noisy. The tv was on really high and there was a lot of screaming. Annoyed by the loudness, I stopped downstairs to tell whoever it was to be quiet. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I wasn't expecting 8 of my brother's friends, my brother, and Timothy watching football. Oh right, it's football season. 

"Could you guys please lower it down? You're giving me a huge headache." I groaned. I wasn't lying though. They really were giving me a headache. This headache was different from the headache I was feeling last night. This headache was hurting through my ears to my brain.

"Hey look! My sister's awake!" My brother shouted as he tried to walk over to me without tripping. Okay, he was definitely drunk and I did not want to be around him. Shaking my head, I went back upstairs and locked myself in my room. I took out my phone and decided to call Tori. After 2 rings, she picked up.

"Victoria speaking."

"Hey Tori. Are you busy right now?"

"No, not at all why?"

"Meet me at the mall?"

"I'll be there in 30." She spoke before she hung up.

I grabbed a quick outfit from my closet; a purple crop top, black skirt that ends mid-thigh, a leather jacket and my white high tops nike dunk. I quickly changed my clothes and went to the bathroom to put on my contacts and make up; a little mascara and a little eyeliner. To bring out my eyes, I decided to put on a little white eye shadow. Walking back to my dresser, I plugged the straightener in and quickly straightened my hair. When I was done, I walked over to my mirror and did a little spin. Quickly, I grabbed my bag and headed back downstairs. 

Since I was heading to the mall, I needed a car. Since I don't have one of my own, I had to take my brothers. It's not like he needs it right now. He was drunk, very drunk. I grabbed his keys off the stand and left the house. Before I shut the door completely, I shouted I was going to the mall. Quickly, I drove off to the mall.

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Instead of calling and asking where she was, I knew where to look. I walked over to the food court and found her there with some curly fries.

I slid in the booth where she was sitting, opposite from her and stole one of her fries.

"Hey! Get your own!" She tried to slap my hand away but missed. I laughed.

"So, is there a reason we're here?" She asked while chewing on a fry. My face completely dropped at the mention of it. There was a reason I asked her to come. I had a lot to tell her.

"Austin is back." I stated, short and simple. It was enough for her to know what I was thinking.

"Are you fucking serious? Has he not remembered what he did to you? That little fucker deserves to die. Where is he?" Her face grew mad in an instant.

"I-I sort of miss him." I honestly told her.

"Paris, are you serious right now? He hurt you."

"No, I know. I mean I'm not getting back with him ever. I'm never taking him back but like I still love him. Deep down I still do. When I bumped into him at school, the feeling I had when we first met, it came back. It's the feeling that makes me weak. It makes me vulnerable around him. I feel so helpless when I'm around him."

After hearing my whole confession, her face softened.

"Look Paris, I have to be honest with you. I don't get how you feel so I won't tell you that. I don't understand what you're going through. Maybe one day, I will. But as of right now, all I can say is you either forget that he exists or you confess this to him. Get this off your chest. Maybe, you'll feel better doing so." She adviced me.

Maybe, just maybe I'll confess to him...

A/N: I know you guys have waited for this chapter for a long time. I"M TRULY SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AND THAT THIS CHAPTER WAS REALLY SHORT. I just needed to get a point across. This chapter does not explain a lot about Paris's past with Austin but y'all will soon find out a lot more. Another thing I want to say is thank you guys for reading. I noticed a lot of people are loving this story and that makes me feel really good. Thank you guys for reading, voting, and commenting. xoxo- GossipGirl lmfaoo just kidding