My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

51: Holy shit, that hurt like a bitch!

Ever offered food to a band of pigeons? Whenever I visited my grandma’s, I always enjoyed feeding the pigeons which flocked to her backyard. After sprinkling the food around, I’d watch fascinated at the manner in which they'd all come scrambling for it – each one eagerly wanting to partake.

In a way, the students at Ravens High were like pigeons. Whenever any new incident popped up, they dived at it all at once. And that was exactly what was happening now – their whispers and snickers following us like background music. 

But unlike those pigeons who didn’t care about whether anyone watched them as they ate, the students here weren't as open with their dealings. Snickers would be suppressed when we drew closer, and whispers would meet an abrupt halt, only to continue when we were a little ahead.

As I watched it all now, I found myself moving back in time to a similar scene, but a different story. 

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*2 years ago*

I braved another glance at the video on my phone. And like the previous times before, I felt my insides turn at the sight.

How could someone be so sick as to do this? Because only someone with a sick mind would be fine with recording something like this and posting it all over school. I mean, it was literally such a twisted thing to do. 

In the past, I’d come across a number of videos like these, but I never cared to dwell on them. If anything, I was never really able to understand the obsession most people had with them. And now that it was happening to me, I still couldn’t understand people’s obsession with it.

As if on cue, two guys who I recognised from the baseball team were now erupting into loud cheers as I got out of my car, saying something along the lines of: ‘way to go, Brooke – that’s how you do it!’ 

However, in the face of my pointed glare, they were quick to scurry out of my sight.

Now though, I ignored the stares from everyone around me. Although, to be fair, that wasn’t exactly something new; they were always staring anyway. However, this time was different.

It was the way they stared, gazes piercing, like I was some lab rat on a table which they were examining through and through. Under their gaze, I felt…exposed.

My first instinct was to run, to go as far away as I possibly could from their prying eyes. But I didn’t do that.

Instead, my jittery hands clutched tightly to my phone for support, strutting cooly past the eagle-eyed students as though I wasn’t aware of their presence.

But I was. And with every single step of mine, I became even more aware of it. Still, I continued on anyway – perfectly calm on the outside, a wreck of nerves on the inside.

Hence, I couldn’t help but be a little relieved when I caught sight of my friends standing a small distance away. As I approached them though, I found myself sucking in a small breath, feeling my initial bravado begin to falter. 

I mean, it was one thing to act like I was okay, and it was another to act like I was okay in front of my friends. Still, I was determined to try anyway.