Not Your Average Nerd

Bitch #1

"I know that. But I didn't actually think you'd do it." He smirks. "Well here I am... So who's the girl giving you the trouble?"

I fake gasp. "Oh my god.. Are you actually... Concerned? Wow, somebody get a camera and capture this shit." I say sarcastically. Kendall and Riley laugh. "Wow, Aiden. You really know how to pick em. Hot, and feisty." I kick his leg under the table. He grabs it. "Hey! That actually hurt!"

"It was suppose to."

"okay, so tell us who it is." Drake said, nudging me with his elbow. I shrug. "I dunno. She had red hair, dressed like a slut, obsessed with Aiden, annoying, bitchy, deaf as fuck-"

"Scarlet," Aiden mumbled, frustrated. I furrow my eyebrows. "Why is she addicted to you?" He shakes his head. "She never leaves me alone... It's always like this."

"Yea, well if the bitch threatens me one more time, I'm gonna pound her."

Aiden then smirks. "She's bitch number two," he ruffles my hair. "But font worry, your bitch number one- ow." I punched his gut. Drake looked at us weirdly. "Uh... When did you two become so close?" I shake my head. "I'm not close to him. He's just annoying as fuck and wont leave me alone. Plus he lives next door."

"Aiden! Why didn't you tell us that?!" Riley and Kendall said in sync. I laughed and Aiden shrugged. "Wasn't a big deal." Riley scoffed. "Bullshit! A hot girl moving in next door... How could that not be a big deal!?" I glare at Riley.

"Well this 'hot girl' is gonna beat your ass if you keep calling her that." He smirks and winks at me. "Feisty. Gotta love that- DAMN! What are your shoes made of, steel?!" Everyone laughs and I cross my arms. "I told you to quit."

He smirks and shakes his head. "I won't ever do that, babe."

"What'd you just call me?" I gave him a warning tone. He put his hands up in surrender. "Nothing! Nothing..." I smirk victoriously. But it soon goes away when I feel Aiden flick .y forehead. "Don't act so proud. Anyone can take down Riley."

"Hey!"

"Everyone but you." I taunt. He shoots his brows into his hair and gives me that 'oh no you didn't' look. It makes me want to laugh. "Excuse me?"

"Ooo, cat fight!" Aaron yelled, laughing. Aiden glared at him. "Shut up, Aaron." Aaron just laughs.

"You keep on talking, shortcake. Soon your words will catch up to your mouth." I laugh and shove his shoulder. "Your one to talk, hardass."

"Oh... When we get back home and alone I'm gonna-" I smirk. "Your gonna what? Kill me? Oh please, I'll hand you the gun," I shake my head. "Don't say your gonna do something then don't do it."

And that shut him right up. The boys and Fiona all died laughing. And I just sat back and enjoyed my moments of triumph.

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I had to walk home. Andrew still had my car but I really didn't mind walking. We didn't live that far from the school so it wasn't much of a walk. Besides, I run track so its not much. Track season isn't until spring though.

I start walking down my street and hear the bounce of a ball. I walk faster and look at Aidens yard. I see he's playing basketball. Man... I want to play so bad.... But he's a jerk. Besides... He would distract me because of what he has on.

He has a big red muscle shirt with black shorts and Nike's. Plus there's a bandana around his sweaty forehead, his hair flopping over it and sticking to his face. I bit my lip.

Damn... He looks hot.

I so didn't say that.

"So, shortcake? You gonna just stand there and check me out all night, or get your cute little ass over here and challenge me to a game?" I bite the I sides of my cheek when he stops and holds the ball under his arm, smirking at me. I cross my arms. "I wasn't checking you out. I was looking at your shooting skills." I lie.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe. Now come on. I want to beat your fat ass." I furrow my eyebrows and walk towards him. "I thought I had a cute little ass?" I mock. He shrugs and dribbles the ball. "It's cute. But its fat. Which makes it hot- ow!" He rubbed his bicep from where I punched him. Then smirked.

"Just can't keep your hands off me can you, short- OW! That one actually hurt... Bad!" I laugh and set down my bookbag. "It was suppose to. Now come on bad boy... Lemme see whatcha got."

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BASKETBALL TIIIIIIIME! Sorry guys, I like basketball, if you can't tell. I don't play for an actual school team, but my gym teacher saw me shooting free throws from far back and making them clean shots, then told me I should play.

So that made me happy and now I'm writing a basketball scene. Yes, I'm weird. And yes, I know. But hey, your the ones reading this soooo.... That makes you one of my little weird minions too.

But I love y'all! Lol, bye!

√•JORDAN•√