My African Nerd

8. How you look at your 'victims'

Mia Brown

It was now 3am, after our make out session and studying 'history', we were now laying down on my bed and I guess we feel asleep in each other's arms which was surprisingly comfortable. It was the first time a boy has slept in my bed. I had a rule against sleep overs, I have never slept in a boy's place nor has one slept at mine. Well, I guess David's case doesn't count because we didnot do the deed. I looked at David while he slept. I knew him more than anyone in America, wow! I knew things about him no one knew. I now understood his every action. Why a guy who easily kicked two criminal's butts allows himself to be bullied around. He trusted me, he cared about me, he valued me. I never knew I needed any of these until he gave them to me, making me feel, Needed.

A smile creeped its was on my face and I went to lace my hand through his hair. He looked unguarded for the first time since I met him and I loved that I made him like this. I probably grinning like a fool such that I didn't realise when he when woke up

"I do not know about you here, but where I was raised, I was taught it is rude to stare." He said, smirking, hot!

"Hi!" I said genuingly smiling

"Hello." He replayed in a deep morning voice. Then a thought hit me

"Well, Nice to officially meet you Mr. Peterson. How did you learn to fight so well?" I inquired

"Well miss Brown, you are not the only Martial Artist in town. Well I also mastered Karate and weapon fighting. Maybe we can go train together sometime." He suggested as he stood up and stretched his toned body.

"I would love that. Wait, you do know I am still the school's bitchy player right?" I asked realising that our relationship is going to have to be a secret if we wanted to keep our respective statuses. Wait. Relationship. I have got to stop having such thought.

"And am the school's nerd who happens to be your favourite target. Can this get any more cliché?" He realised and we both started laughing. His laughter was cut short as he reached for his phone and his eyes widened.

"What is it?" I asked now worried.

"My uncle. I forgot to tell him I am sleeping out. I have never slept out before so he must think I finally succumed to depression and ended my life." He said the last part in a strange way, am assuming mimicing his uncle and we both laughed like little girls. "Just listen to this." He said, playing a voicemail on speaker phone. The first were funny, the last  were sad. After listening to about 40 voice messages, he called him to explain everything. Mid-conversation he started blushing and rumbling things to his uncle I could not hear. When he was done I thought I should have my fun.

"So he said he will send someone to get me." He said as got off the phone. Perfect.

"So." I said flirtatiously holding the helm of his shirt. "What do we do with this time seeig we woke up early." I said kissing his coller bone. He groaned the looked at me, his eyes full of lust and said the last thing I expected to hear.

"Well." He started. I inhaled sharply as he nibbled my earlobe. "We could finish that history we were studying." Then proceded to laugh at me, this guy is so annoying, so challenging, he rejected me, again! I sighed. I guess am not getting some today. A horn honked outside signalling his departure.

"Rememeber what I told you, you are too precious a girl to see go through the same shit I went through. And I care about you Mia." He genuinly smiled and walked out.

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It was now lunch break, me,Brie, Sally, Robert, Philip and Eddy douche (the hot team captain) were now sitting on the popular's table. They were discussing a prank they wannet to pull on the Math teacher but my mind was on the Brown eyed boy on the nerd table and I was shooting daggers on Elsa's arm on his shoulder. Both laughing hard and Elsa was leading the conversation I could tell from here. He looked so carefree and i smiled at the thought that I was responsible for that, i should be enjoying the fruits of my labour. I was snapped out of my gazing by Sally's whistle like voice calling my name. I realised the whole table was now looking at me. Philip in particular who was sitting besides me was looking at the direction I was looking at, I swear I saw steam from his ears.

"What?!" I snapped at them narrowing my eyes. Rob and Eddy Laughed. Boys! Philip for some reason was furious and the girls were too busy drooling on the boys to realise what was happening.

"You totally spaced out dude. I called you like, a million times, I even called you mushy, but you didn't react. Thinking about playing that poor Nerd?" he said, pointing at Dave, which made my blood boil. Ofcourse not! But I could not say that now could I.

"Yeah, totally, whatever. Make him my bitch then break his heart. Sure to send him back where he came from." I said in a monotone

"Bullshit!" Philip lost it. What is wrong with him today?

"What did you say?" I retaliated

"I called you out for your bullshit. I have seen how you look at your 'victims'. He said emphasising Victims. "You are looking at him like he is a rare fucking species of parrots!"

"And why the fuck do you care? I am not your child, i can be with whoever I want, whenever I want so go fuck yourself." I spat inches away from his face

"You messed with the wrong person Brown, and you precious nerd is going to be road kill." A sinister smirk forming on his lips causing me to punch him hard on the jaw. He fell down at the impact and clutched his jaw, spitting blood. These assholes I called my friends were watching with amusement in their eyes. The whole cafeteria was basically watching. From the corner of my eye, I saw David smirking at me before exiting the cafeteria. There was a sharp pain in my hand, am sure it was broken so I stole a page from David's book and stormed out of there towards the nurse's office. I didn't get far before I heard the crowd screaming for me to look out.

I was hit with something on my back with sent me flying face first into the ground. The pain was unbareable. I flipped on my back so that i was facing upwards to see philip with a baseball bat in hand. He raised it and lowered it. I tried to minimise the impact by placing my forearms in front of my face, leaving my ribs bare. I guess he was hoping I would do that because he hit my ribs with so much force I coughed and chocked on my own blood. Any  attempts to stop him resulted in someone getting hit on the head. I was fucked

Another day, Another chapter complete. No matter the reception this book gets, I had absolutely so much fun writing it, exploring deep into my imagination. Philip, Who knows what is up with him? I picture him having mental problems only known by his mom, pacing around his room breaking stuff, pictures of girls and crosses on their face. What do you think of him?

X Leo