The Nerdiest Bad Boy [UNDERGOING EDITING]

ᏟᎻᎪᏢᎢᎬᎡ ᎢᏔᎬNᎢY-ᏚᎬᏙᎬN

I spotted Colton outside of the banquet hall, goofing off with his friends.

"Hey," I called out, gaining their attention.

Beanpole was the first to look at me. "Look, it's the ugly guy with glasses."

I gave him a dry look. "I'm the ugly one? You have seen your reflection before, correct?"

The shorter of the four laughed. "You're a goddamn idiot, Charlie."

"Coming from you, Tucker," the other one said.

"Nice joke, Dylan," Tucker scoffed.

Colton slung an arm over Tucker and Dylan's shoulders. "You guys are so funny," he slurred. "I'm gonna piss myself with laughter." Colton then proceeded to laughing his ass off. Eventually, his laughing turned into a coughing fit and he dropped to the ground. Colton laid on his stomach and smacked the cement as he continued coughing.

Heaving a sigh, I grabbed Colton by the back of his collar and I pulled him to his feet. "We need to have a talk," I told him.

"Who are you?" he asked confusedly.

"I'm Santa Claus," I deadpanned.

"Santa!" Colton shrieked. Without a warning, he leapt onto me. To prevent us -namely myself- from falling, I stuck out my hands and held onto Colton in a bridal style fashion.

"Get off of me," I hissed.

"I want a puppy, a ducky, a kitty, a panda, a koala, a-"

"I'm not Santa, moron." I released my grip on him and Colton fell to the ground. "Now come on, we're going."

Surprisingly, Colton cranked the waterworks and he began to wail loudly. "You're such a meanie, Santa." The idiot sobbed uncontrollably. "You're supposed to make kids happy!"

"When I give a shit, I'll let you know," I scoffed.

"Nicky?" he asked bewilderedly. "Is that you, Nick-Nack?"

"My name's Nicholas."

"Don't lie, Nick-Nack," he sang out.

"Call me that one more time and I swear I'll-"

"Nick-Nack," he called out mockingly.

I gritted my teeth and exhaled loudly. "We're leaving now." I grabbed Colton by the back of his collar.

"Where are you going?" Beanpole slurred.

"Home," I snapped.

I dragged Colton with me as we walked to the parking lot. I fished his car keys out of his dress pant pocket.

"You're tickling me," he guffawed. "Nick-Nack, stop it! It tickles!"

I smacked the back of his head. "Shut up, you drunkard."

"Drunk not I am!" he testified.

I shook my head at him. How the fucking heck was I supposed to deal with him? Using Colton's car remote, I pressed the unlock button as I tried finding his car in the parking lot. After nearly an hour of me searching for Colton's car, chasing the idiot when he tried to run away, and stopping him from stripping countless times, I finally found his car. I spotted his silver Porsche and I strapped Colton inside.

"You're so sweet," he cooed.

"You reek," I gagged.

"You reek a... Hey! Eureka!" he exclaimed, sounding so amazed, as if he had discovered the cure for eczema. Yeah fucking right. The small patch of eczema on my ankle begged to differ.