The Nerd Has A Boner: Chapter Four

"Everything starts with a little bag of snakes and ends with a barrel of knives."- Anonymous

Sarah Hill

Monday, the day I am fucking dreading. The first day of school after the wackiest party was not a good start at all.

Recently, with the whole diabolical about my Mother last Friday, I have put thought into what I said. Everything that transpired I don't regret. What I said hit hard at my Mother when she cried. If Papa knew then would he be upset that I lied to him?

Overall, the weekend has been tense having to cover for what my Mother did.

Max is not suspicious of what happened with Mother and Papa. I didn't have to say a thing because Max is too young. This is a good thing because he wouldn't have to worry about them. I love him and he is my brother that I want to protect at all times.

Friday was the worst day of my entire life. Nothing can amount to how much that has happened. When I say nothing I mean it since the day my wisdom tooth was pulled.

"Ladybug breakfast is downstairs. I hope you have a good day back at school. Your brother was dropped at school by the nanny." My father passed my door. I heard his knock on my bedroom door.

The footsteps grew softer as he moved downstairs. Keeping a secret is harder than it looks in movies. I close my eyes and turn over. I need a couple more minutes to myself. Papa picked us up last night from the Main house.

Packing the important items for a two-day weekend with dad was already there because I knew soon something would conspire.

I went to Max's room and shook him lightly gathering a couple of clothes in a knapsack in the meantime. I sling the pack on my back with a half-asleep max in my arms.

I moved down the steps and out the front door. I looked up and Papa was right in front of the house. His car's engine is still on and the headlights are as bright as ever.

"How come you needed me to pick you guys up, ladybug?" Papa observed me before unlocking the door for me to get in.

In a quick response, I said, "Well nobody was home so I was afraid to stay at home. Then I heard noises like someone was breaking in."

"That is weird, usually your Mother is home to keep you guys company." Papa rubbed his chin to himself before sighing.

The lie held him at bay. He watched me while he drove. I should tell the truth instead of sneaking around.

The car sped from the concrete pavement onto the street roads. Street lights flashed as we went through tunnels and bridges across to Papa's home. They are not even divorced and it feels like they are. Must be hard to let go.

The alarm on my phone echoed causing me to roll over and slam my hand against it, recoiling back at the stinging sensation.

"Fuck, I am late. I need to hurry up before I miss the first day of school." That's the worst impression I can make for my first day as a senior. Papa must have left for work. That means I overslept.

Raising from my bed, I got out of my blanket with my feet pressing to the floor. I yawned with my mouth stretching wide. My legs extended to wake up.

This room isn't like mine at all. I have been here twice. The room has plain blue walls and some clothes covered the only wardrobe in here. The floor felt soft and rigid at the same time.

There is only one good thing about this room. It's the bay window large enough to fit two people to sit. I walked over and pulled the curtains to reveal the two seated areas. The wind gusted and rain sprayed on the windows which covered my view. The weather is very gloomy today. Exactly like me.

I got myself out of my sleepy state and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. I scrambled to find a long towel. While in the shower, my thoughts ran on the encounter I had with Oliver. I did not expect it to happen. My hands quickly scrubbed along my body with soap. The water is sliding down me.

The shower made me forget my worries for the small amount of time I am there. The heat from the shower makes my curls clump up. I washed my face by the sink. A small round soap suds from me using it. The toothbrush rinsed under the water after I was done brushing my teeth.

One fact about me is my mixed hair curls up when it is washed and a dark brown color when dry. I have never gotten anything done with it. My Papa's side is Dominican hair and my Mother has a straight look to her hair being short. With that being combined, you have me.

Then I came out of the bathroom to dress. I've realized I haven't been rushing like I have school. My feet slide to the side of my room with the bag I packed. My hands went through until I found something.

The dresser in here is empty. I inspected the clothing before choosing out of four. I went in with a comb to the tangles of my wet hair. There aren't any hair products so I would have to leave it wet. The tangles came out within ten minutes.

If only it could be the same with real- world situations.

I decided to leave it out to dry during the day. Unlike other girls, makeup is not my thing but occasionally, I would wear mascara. I slipped my undergarments on and put on a crew neck shirt. An old hoodie came on top. We bought it the day we went to Universal. Good ole days.

I added the only pair of pants I put in the bag. They're too big and baggy. The good thing is it covers anyone from seeing my flabby skin. That's the hardest task of doing every day.

On my way out, I grabbed a yogurt and put on my raincoat. I don't have time to grab an umbrella. My row of shoes is at the main house along with my backpack. I pick up a note downstairs. Papa said that he walked to work.

This weather wasn't holding up so he must have walked in the rain. Poor thing. I rushed to put on shoes and mistakenly had on my Papa's old sneakers. Just great. I have no clue where his feet have been. I curled my toes at the thought. No socks could protect my tiny toes.

I stepped into the humid and stormy weather. The trees blowing swiftly. The rain poured heavily. My hand flipped my hood up. A loud clap of thunder erupted. I ran to my Papa's car with my feet smashing puddles.

The streets accumulated water for the canal. These shoes are not made for the crazy weather of today. My hair is still wet from my shower earlier. I sneezed after I closed the car door. The keys went into the compartment next to me. I hit my head on the car wheel repeatedly. A long beep responded to me.

..

The sound of my Papa's car gave me reassurance that I locked it. The rain hasn't stopped and I'm sprinting with clogged sneakers. My feet are having a dance with the water from the ground in the sneakers. The yogurt I ate is jumping in my stomach. I haul the school door open with too much force.

It swung back as I stood in the middle. The thunder behind me. My body is soaked except for my top.

When I started to walk, I lost my balance. The wetness under my shoes made me skid. My legs went into the air as my backpack hit the floor. My back still felt a hard impact. The hood knocked off my head. Some strands of hair stuck to my face.

I heaved a breath to come out of my mouth. I felt like a wrestler punched my lungs out. My back felt like it detached from my body. My legs didn't feel any better than my back.

With the help of a locker, I got up from the ground. A girl walked into the main hallway. Her eyes opened wide at me.

I gave her a confused look. I took my phone out to see what's the big deal. The camera came on. My face looks like the girl from the well. The wet strands of hair are draped from my forehead to my chin. There's yogurt stained around my lips.

I can officially call myself a wet dog.

The girl stopped staring when she saw I noticed. After walking up a flight of stairs, another hallway to my locker. The late kids walked with no care in the world. I bent my head from their view.

The hood came over my head again to hide my face. Another set of people stop near me. I couldn't see their faces from my head bent. I looked up at them. There are two girls with gum in their mouths.

They chewed it like a cow. The girls pointed at me and then to their friends. Then their friends watched to the only laugh.

Did something happen without me knowing?

The way they laughed I thought it was because of my appearance but then I remembered. The random usernames sending humiliating photos and videos to Juliet's and I's Instagram. She has not sent me a single text. Juliet can slip into her bitch moods. I bet she enjoyed the spam of random people. She loves the attention.

Juliet is not on my good side since she fell asleep on a couch at a party. We were supposed to have the buddy system.

What happened to that?

I'm thankful it was someone I knew at the end of the street. If it wasn't for Oliver, I do not think I would survive that night pepper spray or not.

Number one rule when going out partying with friends; Look out for each other from any danger. The walk is coming to an end when I'm near my locker. Someone crept behind me. I heard their backpack make a noise.

When I turned, it's Juliet in a crop top and leather skirt. She scared the living daylights out of me. I didn't want to see her this morning.

I wish for her to disappear from my sight.

Though, she was still standing after my wish. "Bestie, you left me to get caught by the police if it was not for Fredrick. I would've been at the station waiting for a bailout." Juliet blabbered about what I could have done better. This is not the first time she acted like this.

"You want to know what gets me pissed off? This became all about you," I cut off her ranting. Juliet's smile slowly faded. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"I did you a favor by taking you to this party. We both know you can't get anyone to like you. Friends don't leave each other," she pressed her lips together. That's not true.

A lot of people here talk to me, right?

"If I had stayed, Juliet, waiting on your drunk ass to come back, the police would be taking us both down. Unlike you, I want to see past high school," I bellowed, leaving her behind me. Juliet was flabbergasted. I reached my locker in no time.

There is a newspaper shoved between the space of my locker. When I pulled it out, the bold print letters of a headline. There are small initials that I am unable to see.

Who published this?

The newspaper unfolded. I look over the headline 'School journalist getting down for her grade point average?' attached with a photo of me sitting on a chair and Oliver on top of me.

What type of sick joke is this?

I boiled in rage at who could have made a headline like this. No popular kids are in that club besides Juliet. The irritation in me made the newspaper become crumpled and torn in a matter of seconds. My palm is holding back from hitting something. I slammed open the locker. I stripped off my coat in anger. My hands shoved it to fit.

There's no way a nerd could fit in here like the movies. When I was done, I slammed the locker closed. I turned to the empty hallway and yell out,

"Whoever the fuck did this shit. I swear to god you're going to regret fucking with me," I reckoned. I'm losing my brain cells. Nobody is here but me. I tried to calm myself down. Some students looked at me through the window of the classroom doors. I turned away from their stares. This day is going absolutely horrible!

A teacher from the homeroom opened her door. That's my first-period teacher. I got the schedule online. She came out with a fixed look. "Ms. Hills, please head to the principal Stewart's office because not only are you late but you are disturbing people who are trying to learn."

The teacher who has bobbed hair and a long skirt tapped her foot. She offered to walk me there herself and with how at loss I am, I declined. Today is the worst day ever. I wiped my dry face. I knew there weren't any tears. I felt them coming on. The office is nothing good.

I made a fool of myself.

The door to the principal office opened, revealing a very flustered Mr. Stewart walked in buttoning his shirt. He was definitely having a quickie with one of the new employees for a raise.

Just nasty.

They'll do anything for more money around here. The trophies and the reputation of this school are held by money.

I knew he did things secretly on the down-low. That could explain the sex smell in this room. My hair left droplets onto the padded chair. Not being the first time I spoke out my opinion this bald is used to seeing my face. The face he doesn't recognize today is rage.

"Ms. Hills, what is it that you came to trouble me with?" he said, sitting down in his rolling black leather chair while fixing his toupee. The color of his toupee is dark black.

A square window and is behind him. You can see the rain that has settled to a drizzle outside. The ground is irked with mud and water.

"Well, people think it's okay to harass me. Somebody in this school wrote something absurd as a headline for the newspaper committee. It should be taken down because it's bullying." I refused to look this man in the eye for showing up here. He has a way of punishing the innocent.

"There is not much I can do about the news other than sending a report in which it would take more than one incident to occur for it to be reviewed by me, Ms. Hills." He looked at me bored with what I had to say.

A toothpick sat between his lips. He used it to pick at the yellow grime on some of his teeth.

"I should say the same thing about the lady you just fucked in the closet. I bet that would take more than one time for there to be evidence, right?" I smile happily at him. The Principal nearly flew out of his chair. He looked at me bewildered.

"Wait. I think we can agree," his voice trailed off. I continued to listen.

This is right where I want him.

We talked and he concluded that there would be an adult set up to watch what processes through to the public of this school. That ain't a lot but it's something to stop it. When people do me wrong I come back ten times worse.

They better watch out for me.