Skylar's pov
"Look at that nerd," my friend says,
laughing and pointing at a boy.
"Leah, be nice," I tell her.
"Don't defend him, Skylar," Amy
scolds.
"Don't be assholes. You two don't even
know him," I reply, watching the boy
walk down the hallway, while people
made fun of him.
"And you do?" Leah asks, reapplying
her lipstick. I roll my eyes at her.
One of the the football
players pushes the boy's book out of his
hands. Everyone bursts into laughter,
as he scrambles to pick them up. The
bell rings, and everyone starts walking
to class. A few people kick the boy's
books, spreading them even further
apart.
"Let me help you," I say, dropping
down to my knees, and helping him
pick up the books.
"Umm, thank you," he mumbles.
"I'm Skylar," I tell him, handing over
the last notebook.
"Riker," he says, looking up. He
immediately blushes a deep red color.
"Let's get to class," I say, standing up,
and offering him my hand. Riker
blushes again, and takes my hand. We
walk to first period in silence.
"Ms. Jones. You're late," Mr. Tate says,
as Riker and I walk into the classroom.
"She was helping me pick up my
books," Riker cuts in. Mr. Tate looks at
me for a minute, then turns his back,
dismissing the entire topic.
"You walked
into a classroom with a nerd!" Amy
exclaims, as we walk through the lunch
line.
"So what?" I ask, grabbing a plate of
pizza. Leah glares at the pizza like it
was stealing her makeup bag.
"He's a nerd! You're popular! You two
don't mix!" Amy scoffs. I roll my eyes,
and type in my punch code. Then I grab
my tray, and look around the lunch
room. I spot Riker in a corner by
himself. Some of the football players
threw trash at him. So I walk over to
Riker's table.
"Is this seat taken?" I ask, standing
beside Riker. He looks up, and his eyes
almost pop out of his head. "Yes. I
mean no. I mean, by you. I mean, you
can sit there," he struggles to finish his
sentence. I giggle, and sit down next to
him.
"What homework do you want me to
do?" Riker asks me, after a few minutes
of silence.
"None," I reply, confused.
"Really? Everyone who talks to me, just
wants me to do their homework," he
mumbles.
"Riker, I promise I'm not using you to
do my homework," I say, resting a hand
on his shoulder. Riker stares at my
hand like it's a million dollars. We
finish our lunch, then head to sixth
period.
"Ms. Jones, Mr. Lynch, may I have a
word?" Our history teacher, Mrs. Heith
asks us, as we walk into the classroom.
"Sure," I say, and Riker nods.
"Ms. Jones, you're failing my class. If
you want to graduate in two months,
then you need a tutor. I was hoping Mr.
Lynch would tutor you," she says.
"I'm fine with it," Riker says. I nod.
"Great! Now go take your seats. Class
is about to begin," she commands,
shooing us away from her desk. We sit
down, and Mrs. Heith starts to teach.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Enough For You
Fanfiction"Are you sure you want this?" Riker asks, panting. "I'm sure," I reply, breathing heavily.