"Um.... Sir.. Miss.. Uhh.. Celia wants to see you"
"Hmm ok, class, I want you to write 5 essay questions and plan an essay for each of the questions".
Moans and groans were heard from all directions of the class. I guess we could be a groaning band. i should join in so I dont seem like a nerd.
"Uuuuugghhh" truthfully, I enjoyed english work.
Mr Cradshaw was walking out of the class when I saw him whisper to the student who just walked in. Just before he left the room Mr Cradshaw said with his back to us.
"If you dont complete this work by the end of class, it will be homework due tomorrow"
Another load wave of moans and groans came. This class seems to like this odd sound, or better yet, making the sound. They should really consider making a groaning band.
The boy was standing at the front of the class, looking around. What for? A book? Pencil case? Bag?
He started walking towards an emtpy seat next to a jock. He must have found what he was looking for.
Wait.. no... He was sitting down. He was sitting in me class! Hes transferred to my class!
He's sitting next to a jock... OH SHIT!
"You transfer to this class looser?"
He didn't reply. He started pulling his books out.
"Oy, nerd, I asked you a question"
The jocks voice became really loud and stern. The whole class turned and looked. The scene became a show, the whole class is watching. He still didnt reply. He just opened his book.
"Fucking nerd, answer my fucking question!"
Still no reply, not even a reaction. He just pulled his pen out and started writing.
In one quick motion the jock managed to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pin him to the wall.
Shit. Oh shit.
"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION! YOU FUCKING WHIMP OF A SHIT HOLE NERD! DO I NEED TO BEAT THE ANSWER OUT OF YOU?! ANSWER ME!!"
He just looked down. Shit. God dammnit answer his question. Please, please.
The jocks hand raised, his fingers curling into a fist. His fist was raised! Oh shit!
The whole class watched in awe as the jock was bullying him. Why are people so mean?
The jocks voice lowered, becoming deep, demanding and well, scary.
"If you dont fucking answer me this fist will become your answer"
SHIIIIIIIIIIIT! SHIIIT!! SHIIIT! Every swear word i knew flew through my mind. About 200 times.
BAM!
"MR DASTON!! LOWER HIM IMMEDIATELY!"
The jock let go. He fell to the floor in a thud. I hope he's okay.
"Boy, are you alright?"
He answered with a muffled "Yes"
Thank. God.
"As for you Mr Daston, straight to the principals office and detention for the next 2 weeks!"
"Aw shit!"
"Make that 3 weeks"
I heard the jock mumble something under his breath, probably swearing. He bloody deserved it, that prick.
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Loving a Nerd
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