Gone With The Nerd

Picture of Nick in his suit ----------->

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Nick's P.O.V.

I pulled up into Zoe’s driveway to pick her up. We were going to the dance together. Somehow, Zoe had convinced me that everything was fine and that our relationship was strong. I couldn’t help but feel bored when I was around Zoe though. Maybe I grew tired of her? Maybe, we just needed a long break. I didn’t like the idea of throwing away our relationship just like that though. Maybe if I tried my feelings for her would return, right? What’s wrong with me? I have the hottest girl throwing herself at my feet and I wasn’t into it? Maybe I need to see a therapist. I tightened my black tie and ran my fingers through my hair. I had run my hands through my hair so many times out of boredom, it must’ve looked like a hurricane had passed through it.

After spending about one hour in Zoe’s living room waiting for her, she had finally decided to descend the stairs. I got up from the couch and turned around to face Zoe. She looked absolutely stunning. The category ‘Hot’ definitely fit her. She was wearing a crimson red mini-dress. Her blonde hair was straight to perfection. Her eyelids were covered in pink sprinkles and she had on crimson red lipstick that made her lips look oh-so good. I looked at her from head to toe, appraising her.  She had a smirk on her face. I didn’t blame her. I was probably even drooling. I shook my head and smiled sweetly at her. I stretched out my right arm for her to take, she took it and smiled back at me.

“Ready?” I asked. She nodded and we got on our way.

“You look beautiful.” I commended, glancing at her from the driving seat of the car.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I could tell she was feeling confident. Zoe had probably had her dress on hold ever since the idea of the dance came up. She was preparing to look her best for a long time. I must say, she did a really good job.

“Listen, you’re going to be by myself all the time and you’re not going to look at any other girl. Okay babe?” She said in a demanding voice.

“What?” I choked out.

“You heard me. Tonight is my night and I need to look good for everyone. And you need to be by my side so I don’t look bad?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she had to be joking. Was she that shallow and self-centered? Wait, she is! Why am I with her again?! She didn’t honestly think I’d be her fucking tag-along. I wasn’t going to be anybody’s slave. I’m Nick Miller. It should be the other way around. But it’s not because I’m not shallow and self-centered like Zoe.

“No. do you-“

“I’m not going to be your fucking slave tonight.”

“I’m not asking you to be my slave!” She yelled, throwing her hands in the air, “You’re my boyfriend. It’s just your duty to be there around me all the time. I can’t be alone at the senior’s dance!”

“Well guess what? I don’t want to be your boyfriend. I will not be your fucking backbone!”

“Wh-what? You can’t do that!”

“Really? Cause I just did.” I encountered casually.

Tears were beginning to spring in her eyes and I felt guilty. But if I let that guilt get to me, then I’m just going to be her toy for the rest of my life. I turned my head to focus more on the road.

“But Nick...” she whined, “I can’t walk into the dance all by myself.” Of course she couldn’t. Zoe had too much of a big ego to ever admit to people that she was single. If she walked in there alone, then everyone would figure out that I dumped her and her social status might depreciate. I sighed heavily. Zoe was mean and selfish but if I let her embarrass herself like that then I wouldn’t be any different would I?

“Fine. But we’re not going as dates. We’re going as just friend okay?” I told her, “And you can’t lie to anyone and tell them that we’re dating.”

She nodded at me. “Deal. I promise.” She pulled out a mirror and began re-painting her face.

We pulled up at the dance a little late. Zoe wanted to arrive late so that she can make a stunning entrance when we arrived. She wanted to show off herself, and me, to everyone and what other way to get their attention than arriving fashionably late?