The Nerd Has A Boner: Chapter Two

"The life of the party can only last so long before it becomes dull and fragile." - Anonymous

Warning: Heated content below

Sarah Hill

The corridors are endless once we reach the stairs following the crowd. Juliet joined the others in a circle cross-legged in the middle of the hallway. My long blue cardigan with mom jeans and plain flats looked underdressed to some girls here.

Have they no dignity for themselves?!

"Look who is sitting next to you, Hills," Summer whispered while nudging me in the direction of my right side.

I hadn't seen her when she sat next to me. I knew it wasn't because she wanted to. The seat next to Fredrick was taken by two other girls. She probably felt more than upset.

Who is she talking about and why would I care?

Summer Anderson is daddy's little girl. It doesn't help her personality. She acts like a snobby bitch. Yes, I've said it. Summer is a previous bully of mine from Freshman year. Her clothes were more expensive than everyone else's. Not many people pay attention to her if any at all.

She believed people did though.

I turned around scooting back realizing how close this chestnut-haired boy is to me. The scent of something sweet and strong made my senses intoxicating. His posture is sitting up with his arms leaning back.

My eyes roamed his outfit, a button-down black and white shirt that showed off his Vans. The white streak around the Vans was crisp and new. The thoughts in my head fogged trying to process who this manly god is in front of me when it clicked.

Oliver?

"Aren't you going to embarrass him or something? Summer egged on an argument for an issue to break out between anyone. Her phone needed a new recording to go online about. She aches for something to post about or maybe take away from her own worries.

"There is no reason to do that so can you please fuck off Summer." She gave me the side-eye and a flip of her finger. It's good that she knows how her fingers function. For a second I thought she only knew to talk shit.

This is beyond me standing up for others since I never, mostly because of how selfish I was just to be out of the drama. In a way, I wasn't standing up for that Oliver guy but me. I never liked her attitude anyway.

Sandy, my body confident sister would disagree her life is a walking model for an agency called 'Posher.' A known modeling agency all over for recruiting people like Sandy right out of college.

Who knows why.

All that she has chosen to do in life has slipped through my parent's mind like butter. It's like they were just there to be in presence but stopped guiding us from what's harmful.

I turn back just to get another look at the mathematical geek next to me. The scent of Oliver's cologne caught me off guard and is so intoxicating. My body felt drawn just by being near him. His attention was elsewhere as

Fredrick started truth or dare. He continued talking until he asked, "Can we start already? Who wants to go first?"

I looked around to see everyone looking at each other. Juliet being the bigger person raised her hand. This is how she usually acted so I am not shocked. "We have a real party girl in the house!" Fredrick rooted.

"Yeah!" Random guys with beers in their hands rooted. Some of it splashing out of the red plastic cup and to the floor. Fredrick's mouth ticked at the sight. Those clean floors are now murkier with booze and garbage.

All the boys chanted 'Juliet' when Fredrick asked her Truth or Dare, she chose Truth. I knew she was trying to get out of choosing dare, it only sunk deep for the question Fredrick asked her.

"What is your body count Juliet Anne?" Fredrick questioned while everyone awaited an answer. It felt like years before she would open her mouth to say. I haven't ever seen a Juliet approach a guy or for that matter want one.

My conscious side felt bad for her being put on the spot, but she did insist on playing so now she has to handle the heat.

"More than your small dick can handle Gonzalez," Juliet said proudly. Her charade had everyone believing it. Except for Oliver who prattled his slender fingers on his phone. The fact that Fredrick did not fire something back intrigued me. He must be at loss for words.

Fredrick scoffed in embarrassment. Juliet did the same gesture to her middle finger. Frederick's dirty secret got out, his nudes couldn't be safe with a catfished woman of the name 'Miranda' on Snapchat.

What was exposed on Media last year went viral is nudes of his dick when the so-called 'Miranda' that wanted a good stack of cash ended up not getting it.

When Fredrick didn't give it up apparently, his nudes were out to the open. It went all over and when I got word of it, I had to say, he has a small wiener. It got taken down once teachers found out.

Crazy I know, right?

Oliver was still quiet as ever occasionally checking his phone when he seemed bored with the game.

My thoughts are curious about what he is thinking right now, his broad chest heaved up and down in a calm state. He must have felt me staring because the next thing I know he is looking directly at me.

Oh, Fuck Me.

Omg, I just said that. Did I say that in my head?

"Sarah you just said that out loud." Juliet mouthed to me from my other side. The only time she has spoken to me now. I need to get a hold of myself. I haven't even drunk anything and I feel like I'm losing my mind. There is no way in hell he realized I was checking him out. I put my head down feeling everyone's gaze around me.

The slight whispers of calling me a weirdo and drug addict from some girls and guys had me ashamed. Juliet didn't even stick up to what they said but just stayed quiet.

"Got something you want to express butterscotch?" the smooth voice slurred to the end of his words. I could tell he's never said anything like that before. His hands kept fiddling when they weren't on his phone. The floor squeaked from his feet moving against it constantly.

My body jerked at a sudden touch realizing it was my superstition focusing on Oliver staring straight at me. The look on his face showed he was unsure of what he even said there. This is how my last breath will be by just hearing the vocals of his voice.

The whole of this school year now in late September, I never heard him speak. This is most likely why his voice took me by surprise. Being me I started scratching my hand because of having so much attention on me. Back then, I was used to scratching my hand or arm to relieve the feeling of being the center of attention.

Some girls were watching in slight shock for him speaking out this way. At this point I could blame it on the drinks he went for.

"I will take that as an n-no," Oliver stuttered out causing everyone to laugh except me. I didn't find anything funny. An immature reason to laugh.

"You guys are idiots. How about we just continue the game?" Juliet exclaimed with a spark in her eye. The surrounding people nodded in agreement, drinking on their beer with lazy eyes.

..

People took shots on nipples yet it wasn't enough to cure the boredom though. Some of us started to leave or passed out drunk remaining with ten still here. One of them is a fat kid that chose to throw up in a plant.

Fredrick later kicked him out. A random girl raised ideas to spice the game. This has to be the moment something crazy happens, then I can get it all on my notepad and report it for headlines by Monday. My notepad remain in any pant I wear that day. They're better safe that way.

I just have to remember this is all I came for and that I have no business being infatuated with anyone here.

Meanwhile, Juliet is knocked out cold on a sofa downstairs forgetting what we came here to do. She moved from steady drinking to drinking herself to sleep."Lay it on me what do you have in mind?" Fredrick lazily said, holding a beer.

"I was thinking since Sarah is looks a little too comfortable. How about she goes next with a double dare?" The girl suggested with a glare towards me.

What is up with this girl?

The room grew silent until I broke it by saying the worst words I can reply with. "Bring it on," I agreed with sudden encouragement from the math squad. This is the first time I have seen them at a party I am at. It's also the first time they spoke to anyone other than themselves. They were nerds too but I didn't care now that I have someone cheering for me.

"Good choice, I will choose your dare Hills," The red-haired girl started. When I got a good look at her she seemed to be a freshman.

What is she doing at a party for seniors?

However, I kept my thoughts to myself looking to my right at Oliver's knees pulled up catching my gaze until something snapped us to attention. It isn't my business but I wanted to know.

"Why not freak boy Oliver here gives the journalist something to write like a lap dance?" Her gaze traveled intensely at me. He wasn't a total freak. He had no glasses. Though, it's very hard not to notice pens in his pocket and tissues in the other.

At this moment I could not process anything leaving my body to turn rigid and bright red at the sudden request. This girl needs to stop her eye glaring before she has no eyes.

Who does this Freshman think she is? Before even a whisper can leave my lips, I hear Oliver reply boldly, "Let's do it."

"Wait a minute, you're joking right like Prank Wars or some shit?" I snapped in panic.

When I heard no reply I knew then I fucked up with accepting. The circle dispersed and left me there sitting still in disbelief. After I caught myself, there was a chair in the middle of the hallway with a speaker for music.

This cannot be happening. I don't want this going down as my first time being danced on. I had a whole plan for that in college. My stupidity would make me land myself with a guy.

Then he'll do the magic mike and fall in love with me. Too late now, Oliver is an antisocial person. He's not what I had in mind. The alcohol in his system is on a rampage. The anticipation is eating me alive at how quick tables have turned.

"Are you ready?" Oliver asked, towering over my sitting position on the rustic chair.

The height of him could be intimidating at six foot five. I have been cursed with being shorter than everyone except the lunch ladies. My voice is now squeaking out of nowhere. I shook my head vigorously.

You do only live once but never thought like this. Toughen up Sarah this is it.

The song Marvin's Room by Drake came on blaring through the speakers. Everyone stood crowded to watch if Oliver would chicken out. He glided his hands along my shoulders and the chair. Oliver never broke his gaze with me before he enclosed the space between us.

He brought his face close to where our breaths combined. I held in my breath with wide eyes. Oliver leaned to my neck. He hadn't done anything. I can hear how uneven his breathing got when he was closer to me. I knew I wasn't the only one nervous. He teased me with his breath slowly falling upon my open skin from my neck.

My eyes widened for moments. The smell of booze and trident gum. Ever so softly, he bit and nibble my earlobe to leave kisses trailing behind. I sighed out of breath and from his constant touching. After that, he got down on his knees, his arms holding my thighs caressing them.

I held back a weird sound from my throat. The crowd only got bigger from the people downstairs coming up to see what is happening. I found Juliet to have disappeared since I sat here.

Where the hell is she?

The song hit a high note and suddenly, boomed through the speakers. In an instant, I roughly had my hands pulled onto his shoulders for support. My hands clung around his thin shoulder blade. I felt dizzy being this high. I could feel how hard he held my thighs around his hands. My feet dangle in the air. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I'm nothing more than a koala on him. I felt his back muscles contract. God, I hope he doesn't drop me. He slid onto my seat rocking his hips on my crotch area. My head leaned back slightly at how it felt in such unfamiliar ways. The lighter and extinguisher lit up a fire in me.

I am not going to lie when I say it felt good. I kind of enjoyed this side of Oliver. This is the only side of him I know. Tonight I am a sinner and I don't know if I should repent. My eyes opened momentarily to watch what's going on.

I started to panic over the number of people watching us. I hate crowds. When I am in one, it feels like they're all watching me. Waiting for something to happen.

"Too many people!" I gasped for air.

"Relax, if you focus on the feeling then there isn't anyone but us," He said.

Oliver brought his hand up to my face and rubbed it soothingly with his thumb. His gaze coaxed me to fall under his spell. I looked him in the eye like he grew a third head.

One too many must have hit this poor geek. I feel like he is forcing himself to act this way for the crowd and I believe some others are catching onto it too. I don't like this aspect of him at all anymore. His forceful look trying to match some of the guys who flirt with the casual popular girls.

Oddly enough, All of my body started going with the flow to get the dare over with.

What the fuck am I doing?

This isn't like me at all and on the inside, I'm screaming. The crowd started to gawk at how heated the situation got.

I heard a low groan covered by a cough leave his lips. I look down at the scene unfolding below me and his face is red to the max. My face couldn't meet his dating eyes.

That was weird. Isn't this whole party?

He ran his hands all over me. My nerve-wracked self is ready to leave my soul. I don't believe he willingly went along with the dare. Alcohol has a way to make you say yes when your answer is no.

Oliver made his way and kneeled, pushing my closed legs apart roughly. He moved in closer until he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me from the chair. His intoxicating breath hitting all the right spots on my neck.

The song came to an end which meant the dare was over. The movement of something below me twitched. I shook it off thinking it was because of how stunned I am. I stared up at anywhere but him and let out a nervous laugh.

Oliver put me back down on the chair, gently as I released my arms from around him. He turned with a bright red face looking down covering his crotch area. I had gotten a glimpse and so did everyone before he could cover and let me say.

IT IS BIG!

"Oh, shit." I hear before phones come out taking pictures from every angle. I'm sitting in a rustic chair, legs open and an embarrassed boy standing in front of me.

I believed I would get the news at this party, not people getting the news on me...