The Nerd and the Jock (1st bk of Nerd Series)

Chapter 2- Bailey

I slammed the janitor's door shut behind me, my body shaking from raw nerves and anger. I could not believe that I had been placed with that... that imbecile of a child, who was swimming in money and having a "me" attitude.

Sure, I had money as well, being the daughter of the famous model and fashion designer and pro-wrestler/boxer, but I couldn't really touch the money until I was eighteen. I had no idea why, but they had placed that in their will.

"Four more weeks," I muttered to myself, pushing my fake glasses up my nose. I walked faster and got out of the school building, hiking my bag up my shoulders. "Four more weeks, and then I can take care of my family's business."

"Which one?" someone asked, slinging an arm across my shoulder.

I jumped up in fright and grabbed the person's arm. I flipped the person to the ground before kicking whomever in the side. I was in flight or fight mode, and I normally chose to fight because of being a part-time wrestler/boxer, just like my father.

The person groaned, and I could tell that it was a male. However, it wasn't any male that I thought would talk to me at school. His brown hair was sprawled all over the ground, and clutched his side.

I scoffed and kicked the fallen male again, and he laughed before groaning again. "What the hell, Trevor? I thought you said that we weren't supposed to talk to each other at school."

"We aren't," my "cousin" groaned, holding his side some more. "But I need a ride. Dad said everyone could go home so he can have 1 x 1 practice with Blake. Said that there was a spotter for him on Friday."

I bit back a scoff and rolled my eyes at the mention of Blake. I knew that he was very good at football, but he didn't need his ego stroked. "You wanna come over to my place? I made cookies that I haven't finished yet."

Trevor sat up and grinned, his side forgotten. "Yes, please," he said. "Now, do you have the kids, or will you have them?"

I shrugged, frowning, and thinking of the four children that belonged to my neighbor. "I don't know," I said, honestly. "Sara and I have talked about me being their legal guardian, but since I am not eighteen..."

Trevor nodded his head and stood before starting to walk to one of my two vehicles. "Four more weeks," he said. "But with your connections..."

I nodded and followed him to my jeep. I knew people who would help me get all four kids under my guardianship if Sara's sent to rehab. "I want Sara to stop doing drugs. Ya know? She has to be there for them and not just wastin' away her life. She won't go to rehab to get help, and I fear that she would lose her life."

Trevor nodded and sighed. "I'll talk to my dad to see if he can't foster them for a bit before you can have them."

"They are people, not animals," I said, rolling my eyes and shoving Trevor away from me.

Trevor just laughed and moved with my shove. There was a spark in his eye, and I knew that he was thinking of something dangerous. "Race you to the driver's seat!" he exclaimed, shoving me out of the way before running to it.

"You aren't driving my Jeep!" I exclaimed, running after him. "Trevor Martin!"

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The ride back to my apartment was short but eventful. Thankfully, I did beat him to my Jeep and was able to drive it back to the apartment complex that I had been living in since I was fifteen.

Trevor had made the drive eventful by grabbing my phone, hooking it up to the aux cord, and then us singing and dancing like maniacs to Disney Songs.

Yes, an almost eighteen-year-old football player started to dance and sing to Disney songs, being a stupid idiot. And I didn't care. I joined in with him because it was times like these that I was glad that my Coach and my Uncle took me in after my parents had died. I was glad that I could find a brother that would be weird and make me laugh, even when I was upset.

"Yo, Four Eyes," someone said, snapping their fingers in front of my face. "You blacked out again."

I was jerked back into reality by him and blinked. I was a bit surprised that I was at my apartment complex, and we weren't dead. "Did I cause any wrecks?" I asked, and Trevor snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Thankfully not," he replied, opening his door and getting out. "It is weird how you can drive without problems when you are in lala land."

I rolled my eyes and hopped out of my Jeep before patting it. "I take care of my baby, and she takes care of me," I replied, grabbing my bag. "'Sides, it's not like I zone out a lot."

"Which is good," Trevor said. He walked towards me and took my bag from me before running to my apartment building. He knew that I hated him taking my bag, but he does it anyway.

"Fucker!" I yelled at him as I chased him, and he barked out laughing. "Stop trying to take my bag!" I ran faster and tried to get him, even though he was way ahead of me, so I couldn't. And, so, when I reached my apartment building, I found him behind four young children, hiding.

"Mama said for us to come over," the oldest child, Ryan, said. "I lost the key to the apartment again."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and shifted through my key ring for the door key. "I'll try to get Antwan to make me a couple of more keys. You are going to have to find your key, Ryan." I placed the key into the lock and opened the door to my two-bedroom apartment.

I was grateful for the size of my apartment. It was large enough for two bedrooms with their own bathrooms and a half-bath in between them. The living room was big enough for a couch that could change into a bed and two single seats.

I thought that the apartment building would be small by looking at Sara's apartment room when I moved in and was surprised when it wasn't. However, I had learned later that my parents had made me this apartment room while the apartment was being built, so I could hide away when I was older and able to drive.

Deep longing filled my body, and I couldn't help but miss my parents even more.