A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

Two, Three, Don't Mess With Bree

Ian's POV
I was not mistaken in thinking that the Bree girl would be fun to hang out with. She socialized better with everyone than I would have thought. Her ideas were amazing and she had my whole football team wrapped around her finger within minutes. Her laugh was infectious and her sarcastic come backs made me double over in laughter. From the little time I spent with her I could tell she was someone I would like to hang out with on a friend’s level. She wasn’t like other girl who acted dumb or scared for attention she just did her own thing regardless of what others thought. Bree was an individual, something that was hard to find in this school since all of the girl tried to be Mini Carrie clones.

 What amazed me about Bree was that she was fearless, the other girls were afraid to be thrown too high but Bree went all the way. There were moments where she almost hit the ground and she would just get up and go again but what impressed me most was the way she was now standing up to Carrie Riverdale. The one thing I had always liked about Carrie is that she wasn't a pretend Queen Bee, she had the skills to back up her threats. Any other girl in this school would've stood there as Carrie trampled all over them but Bree slapped her hand out of her face the same way she did mine yesterday.  It was like nothing phased her or no threat was too big.

“For your information, we were just having fun”, she said in a dull tone like she hadn't just stunned Carrie with that slap.

“YOU BITCH!” Carrie snarled charging at Bree only to be sidestepped fall face first unto the grass. She got up and the look on her face said it all, blood was going to be shed. I knew that face all too well and it was never a pretty sight when Carrie Riverdale got that look in her eye.  I stole a glance at Bree who was smiling cockily. It didn't take a genius to realize she was enjoying taunting Carrie.

“I’m going to wipe that little smirk off your face,” Carrie growled rushing at Bree for the second time.

I was tempted to let them fight just to see the outcome but it would be illogical that I would stand there and watch my girlfriend fight without stopping it. There were downfalls to this deal it seems so with a sigh I stepped in between them pulling Bree into my side. Perfect boyfriend right?

“Now now Carrie, Bree’s my girlfriend so it’s obvious that I would do anything for her,” I grinned.

“What? What did you just say?” she asked in disbelief.

“As of today, Bree Anderson is my girlfriend,” I said and decided to add more fuel to the fire. I turned my attention to the cheerleaders, “And for the record, my girlfriend isn’t going to be cheer captain or join the cheerleading squad. The only person she is going to be cheering for is me in my bedroom.”

“True that E!”

“Work that ass bro!”

“Daddy’s home!”

My guys began to high-five me and make wolf calls. Bree ignored me to my surprise and walked away to answer a call from her mom. When she was finished she came back over to me as white as a sheet.

“What’s  wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she murmured jumping out of whatever trance she was in. “ I have to go,” she said looking at me but her eyes seemed distance.

“I’ll walk you out,” I offered.

“Ok,” she agreed and I was sure something was going on.

“Aren’t you going to tell your friends you leaving?”

“Right,” she said and walked over to her new clan.

They hugged and said their goodbyes and she made her way back to me with her eyes focused on the parking lot. I draped my hand over shoulders and she didn’t even seem the care. We made our way across the field and towards the parking lot. The silence was maddening.