The jock and the geek {[(EDITING)]}

The almost end

"So, your back with him?" Connor asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "He explained to me what happened and I apologized for being a bitch to him." I shrugged.

"Talia!" Connor shouted. "My little sister will not speak like that!"

"I'm 15, 16 in two months. I'm not little." I pouted. "Your only a year older then me."

"By little, I meant short." He smirked.

"I'm 5 foot 5. What, would you like me to be six foot?" I asked sarcastically.

"That would be nice." He smiled. "I would love to stay and chat, but I have to go out and ask Jasmine to a rather important event."

"Bye, ConCon!" I yelled as he walked out of me room. My phone beeped.

'Hey babe, come over?

-Mikey Boo'

"Connor!" I called out.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Can you drive me to Mikey's house?" I smiled sweetly. He nodded and walked back to his room.

~•~

"Hey babe." Mike smiled when he answered the door. I leaned up and kissed him. I smiled when he kissed back. But we were rudely interrupted by Connor.

"Big brother, still standing here. I'm trying to get to my girlfriend." Connor said impatiently. I giggled and stepped into the house. "I'm off to find Jazzy, don't do anything regrettable." I laughed and turned back to Mike.

"I have a serious question for you." Mike said.

"What is it?" I asked with a pout.

"Would you like to go to the Spring Formal with me?" He asked nervously. I smiled and nodded. He sighed in relief and kissed me.

"Talia!" Jasmine yelled from upstairs. I pulled away from Mike. "Come up here now!"

"Sorry, babe." I pouted and walked upstairs. I walked past Connor on my way up, his hair was slightly out of place and he had a huge grin. I mentally gagged.

"Talia!" She sang.

"Jasmine!" I mimicked.

"Connor asked me to Spring Formal!" She beamed.

"Mike asked me too!" I smiled. "We can go dress shopping together!"

"You want to wear a dress?" She asked.

"Why not?" I shrugged. "It's a dance, a formal dance. And it's not like I'll ever wear one again."

"True." Jasmine nodded. "But, I already have a dress." I stared at her. Did I hear her correctly? "Connor and I broke up, so I just got a dress to go with Eric and Luke. But Connor just asked me out again. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I shrugged.

~•~

Since I didn't want to go shopping on my own, I decided to have mom help me sew a dress.

It's not like it's a random question. Mom works for a Taylor and always makers me cute scarves with the scrap material.

I chose a tan fabric with a small black pattern. I asked mom to sew it while I looked for accessories.

I found my white heel boots and heart locket. Perfect.

I walked back to mom to see that she was just finishing.

"Try it on, I need to know if I got your measurements right." Mom insisted. I walked into the bathroom and tried it on. I smiled at the mirror and stepped out. "I do great work." She smirked.

"Of course you do mom." I rolled my eyes.

~•~

"Hand in your stories class." Ms Layton chirped. I happily removed my story from my bag and sat it on my desk. "A Ballerina's tragic love story, I like it." Ms Layton smiled at me. "I'm looking forward to reading this." I smiled sat her before turning back to my laptop.

"Hey, Talia." A JV hockey player called me. I looked over at him. "You going to the spring formal?" He asked.

"Yes, with Mike, my boyfriend, and the varsity captain of the team your trying to be on." I smiled.

"Varsity is overrated." He rolled his eyes. "I only joined the team to get girls."

"Pig." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, dump him." He smiled.

"Go away." I rolled my eyes.

"No, this is class. And I happen to enjoy this class." He lied.

"What subject is this?" I asked.

"Geometry." He said falsely.

"This is English. You can tell by the stacks of books." I smiled and turned back to me work.

This guy must be am idiot.

"I don't care who this guy is, you're hot, I'm hot, it only makes sense that we date." He shrugged. I looked at my laptop and DM'd Mike telling that Justin was being a creep again. He quickly replied telling me to ignore him. This will go well.

~•~

I decided to stay and keep Mike company during laps, I was planning on running anyway.

"So, on a scale of one to Chris Brown how badly do I have to hurt him." Mike said in a serious voice.

"Not at all." I rolled my eyes and ran ahead of him.

~•~

I rocked my head side to side with pierce the veil playing into my ears. I'm sitting on the bleachers waiting for Mike, or Connor, to come out of the locker room so I can leave.

I really need a car, or a drivers license.

"Hey, I see you came to watch me work out." Justin smirked.

"Go away." I said before standing up and walking towards the door.

"Come on, no ones here, just give me a kiss." He said leaning closer to me.

"Please evaporate." I said turning to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. He leaned in and kissed me. But someone pulled him off and I sighed in relief. I looked up to see Mike punching Justin.

"Mike stop!" I yelled.

~¥~

A/N

Sorry for not updating in a month. I have writer's block. Also, I'm thinking about ending this story soon.

You guys should read my short story Dear Brandon.

Ps, sorry it's so short. .-.

Love y'all,

Janae.