The Nerd Introduced to the Jocks Parents (In Editing)

Chapter 51-

Okay, so If you haven't noticed, my last chapter and this chapter, are not named. This is because, all the chapter names will be changed when I go into my editing process. So don't expect them to be named from here on out, unless I know that its the name it will have after my editing process. Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter 51-

"AND IIIII STILL WANT FOOODDD!" Tyler screamed, in what was supposed to sound like singing. I assume it was the 'And I will always love you' song. I groaned and clamped my pillow over my head. My eyes were sore and puffy, my throat ached, and I wanted to sleep for about three more days. Tyler started poking my side repeatedly. I was thankful my stitches were no longer needed.

"Fuck off, Tyler" I groaned. "I wanna sleep." I begged, but he continued to poke at me.

"Fella, iI am a big boy, Big boy need breakfast." He said childishly.

"In light of last night events, I just want to sleep for the next three days, and wait till it no longer hurts to think." I said quietly, no part of me was ready to wake up, and accept the disownment of my mother. It was like now I knew what it was like for one parent to be taken from me, and the other to choose to leave me. I yelled my protest when blankets and all I was lifted off the bed, and cradled in the arms of a fully dressed, obviously awake, Tyler.

"Hey." He said softly. I rubbed my eyes, that were sore from crying, and sore from contacts, wearing them 24/7 was rather uncomfortable.

"What?" I grumbled, wishing he would put me down but knowing it was no use.

"Look at me." he said, I huffed and looked at him. I am sure I looked like a disaster. Puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a glare. "Your mom is a heartless bitch. But the way you make it sound, she was always gone, and never really there. How will it be any different?" I tried to think about how it was different, but I really wasn't sure. As of college I would of never seen her again, anyway.

"I know, it just hurts, that she would choose to leave me." I made emphasis on the choose. "I mean I have had people taken from me, but she just left. All on her own." I said not truly looking at his eyes.

"Look at me." He said directly, I rolled my eyes but looked at his eyes again.

"What?" I asked.

"She doesn't deserve you. You obviously got your traits from your dad. Your cold to those who deserve it, but your loyal, loving and witty to everyone you care about. I don't want you to be sucked into some self hate, or depression. She is not worth it in any way. She may be able to take herself away, but don't let her take your happiness away." His words were whispered and feverant, and he clutched my side tightly, as he held me closer to his chest. I couldn't help but be touched by his words, my heart beat thudded.

"Thanks Tyler." I said giving him a small smile. He sat me on my feet, and took the blanket away, but pulled me back to him.

"Now, where is my graduation kiss?" He teased. I smacked his chest.

"Its gratification. You know if I wanted to commit suicide, I would jump from your ego to your IQ." I mocked, he didn't really seem bothered about me insulting his intelligence.

"I cant argue, I only have one thing bigger than my ego." He said with a smirk of the devil. I shoved him away.

"Time for break-fast horn dog." I said smiling. I need to enjoy my time here. Hell, if my mom is paying for it, I will spend my worse. If this is the last thing she can give me, then by damn it, I will enjoy it.

"Okay, lets go! Lets go!" He yelled excitedly, I laughed and got dressed, so I could feed the big hungry jock.

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"Are we really doing this?" Tyler asked, I grinned at it. I nodded. It was bright yellow, and beautiful.

"Damn right, we are so doing this. And its under my moms names." Tyler glided his hands over it in awe.

"Its a real-pussy wagon." He said, and randomly he jumped on it, with his arms widespread. I laughed at him.

"ITS SO BEAUTIFUL." He gushed.

"I am doing it first!" I called, he scowled and pouted.

"But Fella!" He groaned.

"You can drive it later!" I yelled, he grinned and jumped in the passenger seat. It was a canary yellow brand new Lamborghini, rented courtesy of my mother. I laughed jumping in the driver seat and punching it out of the parking lot.

"This thing could pick up more girls than a school bus, and it only has four seats!" Tyler continued to gush over it. I rolled my eyes.

"So what's first?" Tyler asked. I smirked.

"You know, I had your kind of fun, but you should see some of my version of fun. Well, the less trouble version of it anyway." I said smirking, I pulled into a very expensive parking lot. There were lots of cars in the lot, I dug in the center-consel ignoring Tyler's confused look. Finally I found it. The insurance cards.

"Watch this." I got out of the car, motioning for Tyler to follow. He climbed out, and put his hand in mine. I smiled and pulled him to an expensive looking car. I smirked. I pulled out the pin, and wrote on the card. I laughed putting it on the wind-shield.

Tyler looked over and read it out-loud.

" You wrote on an insurance card 'Sorry for the damage'?" He posed it as a question.

"Yup. Now we do it to a few other cards." I said grinning. I handed him half the stack, there were only about ten.

"You get five, I get four. Then we sit back, and watch them look for the damage." Tyler laughed, and started writing, 30 minutes later we were sitting in the car with McDonald's, blaring music, and waiting for someone to come and look at their car.

"There is one!" Tyler said through his food. I laughed and turned down the music. It was a overweight, older man with a beer belly. As soon as he saw the card, he screamed.

"God dang it! Son of a hootin shootin poopy pot!" Tyler and I laughed our asses off, watching him bend every which way, looking for the damage. Soon he was taking off his business shirt, to climb under the car, as if someone might of hit underneath it. For a good 15 minutes he walked around his car, until finally scratching his half bald head, he gave up.

We waited for the next one, and soon we gave up and drove away.

"Is that all?" Tyler asked, I heard disappointment in his voice. I laughed.

"Oh no."

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"How long have you been here miss?" The girl who had been sitting there for about 15minutes. I had decided to go into a walk in therapy building. Tyler sat with a newspaper.

"Miss?" She asked again. I looked up to her with the tears running down my face, and the saddest look I could make.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a heavy Italian accent. I was kind of shocked she even spoke English. I hadn't even thought about it.

"You can see me?" i sniffed. She nodded. I smiled.

"Oh my god! You can see me?" I screamed. The woman looked to Tyler who, with a straight face. looked down at the paper.

"I can't believe it." I cried, falling to the floor. "No one has ever scene me! I talk, and I beg, but they never do. They never see me, not since... Not since I died." I sobbed, the woman looked horrified, after a few moments of watching me sob, she looked to Tyler.

"Sir?" She asked, he looked up.

"Yea." He said staring at her.

"Do you know her?" She asked pointing to me. Tyler looked down to where I was, and then back to her.

"Who?" Tyler asked. I screamed as loud and as shrill as I could.

"HE CANT SEE ME!" I screamed, the woman turned pale and ran into the nurse office.

"Doctor, Doctor! Oh Moi! Lo sono pazzo! Lo sono pazzo!" The door slammed behind her. I burst out in laughter, Tyler following.

"Oh my god! That was perfect!" I said choking on my laughter. "I wish I knew what she was telling the doctor."

"She was screaming that she was crazy." Tyler said laughing.

"You know french?" I asked clutching my stomach. All of a sudden a loud crash on the other side of the waiting room. With one glance, Tyler and I took off, toward the door running out, but slowed down when we got down the hall, and past a few corners.

"No, I speak Italian, I learned it a long time ago. My aunt knew it, and it was the thing was did when-ever she came to visit." Tyler said, when we got over our second round of a laughing fit.

"That's awesome, I never...." once again I was cut off by loud noises. Again people yelling in English.

"Its not my job to be your best friend, its my job to stop you from pouring tequila in your cheerios! Its 12 step, not a fucking group hug." A Sharp dressed man was screaming, and pushing a staggering, drunk out of his door.

"When you want to get better come back!" The man said, slamming the door shut.

"Lo non sono ubriaco. Dim di spirito, la fica inglese." The man slurred angrily, and stormed away.

"What did he say?" I asked Tyler, very amused by the pissed of therapist.

"I am not drunk, Dimwit, Englishmen cunt." Tyler said laughing. I laughed with him, unsure why it was so hot that he spoke Italian. Tyler, not the drunk. A fire couldnt make the drunk guy hot.

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"Fella!" Tyler whined, I huffed. "PLEASE!" He yelled. I glared at him, and turned back to the road.

"No!"

"Please!! I just want to once!" He pleaded. I was seething.

"I told you, you could later." I said annoyed.

"You said that earlier!" He cried. Lights went off behind us, I groaned, cops, just great. I pulled over, and waited for him to get up to the window.

"Hello, Officer." He looked at me oddly, I glared at Tyler.  He rolled his eyes.

"Ciao, ufficiale" Tyler translated. The man spoke fast, and I relied on Tyler for translation. "License and Registration." I had an idea, smiling to myself, I looked to Tyler.

"Tell him I need a pen. If he asks why, tell him its an American thing." After some fast pace talking the officer, starts walking back to his car, with a confused look. As soon as he opened the car door, I switched the Drive.

"Fella, what the fuck are you doing?" He yelled, when I slammed down on the gas, and peeling into traffic.

"I get this week, to hang out with my boyfriend, not sit paying traffic tickets. Its rented, and in my moms name, so I don't have to worry about shit." I shifted lanes, and pulled to a stop in  a shopping center parking-lot, the car surprisingly, blended in, with the many other expensive cars. Tyler threw back his head and laughed, and laughed, and continued to laugh. It was odd watching, it looked like a mix of amusement, panic, hysteria, and close to that face you make when your constipated.

"Are you okay?" I asked, when he finally calmed down enough to answer me, he was flushed and breathing hard.

"That is just text-book perfect revenge on your mom, for  being a bitch. Not to mention, genius criminal!" He said laughing again.

"Ready for revenge phase two of being, 'dead'?" I asked, Tyler nodded. I pointed to the mall.

"I wonder how much I can spend? She wont see the bill, until she checks out." I said grinning.

"You evil you!" He laughed, he kissed my cheek, and told me to stay put. He got out of the car, and ran to my side, opening the door for me. "Ms. Hades" He said in a rich voice. I chuckled and stepped out.  He put his arm up, for me to grab.

"Shall we?" He asked. I giggled.

"We Shall." I grabbed his arm, and we made our into the first building we saw.

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"Oh my god!" Tyler practically squealed. I glared at him, rubbing my ear.

"What are.." Tyler cut me off, wrapping something around my eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked. He started pulling me somewhere. I smiled.

"I know what we are going to do first." He said vaguely, after walking, and a lot of giggles from girls around us, I was sat down in a chair.

"Ty.." Warm lips cut me off, with a soft kiss.

"Don't talk. Don't peek!" He said excitedly, I tried to use the noises I heard, to find out where I was, but it just left me more confused. Finally after what felt like hours, Tyler told me to take off the blindfold. i fell into fits of laughter, at what I saw. Tyler was twirling, and dancing with an invisible partner. I a bright pink, mermaid style dress with purple glitter, everywhere. I realized we were in a dress shop, with many girls laughing and giggling at Tyler. He twirled up to me, and a very high-pitch voice asked me...

"Oh  you wonderful Fella, will you take pretty 'ol me to Prom?" He bat his eye-lashes. I thought he was joking, until he stopped smiling, fell nervous and looked at me expectantly. Suddenly I didn't notice the dress, when he bent down, placed his hand on my cheek.

"Seriously, would you be my prom date?" He asked, I heard awe's in the room, I assume more Italian people knew English, but my attention was somewhere else. As I looked at Tyler with wide eyes. If he was asking, instead of expecting, it meant he was asking ME, not his 'girlfriend'. Right? Did I want him to ask me? I took a deep breath.

"Tyler, I..."