The Nerd and The Jock

Chapter 8

Sleepover

"Nope, he's definitely not." Brooklyn said as we walked in into Starbucks, our new favorite coffee place, side by side with Alex.

Over the past few weeks, I've been hanging out with them, and they were growing on me. They made me realize that having fun with friends is just as important as studying. My mind needed a break from constantly being on academic mode, and I also needed a balance between the two sides.   

I tuned back into them bickering.

"I can't believe you guys are seriously debating who was the hottest member of One Direction."Alex complained.

Brooklyn and I giggled. He hated when talked about girl stuff in front of him. He said it "demasked his masculinity " whatever that means.

The blonde barista politely asked us for our order. I ordered a iced americano with extra cream and sugar. Brooklyn ordered a mocha frappé. Alex ordered a black coffee.

We continued our conversation as we paid the barista and sat down at a outside table, "I can't believe you won't help us decide. It's too hard of a choice. Harry Style has dreamy curls, but Zayn Malik has that dark and mysterious look." I pouted.

"Why should you even care anymore? Didn't One Direction break up?" He said. Brooklyn and I frowned.

"We still love all of them even though they decided to follow separate paths. It's just like when Beyonce left Destiny's child. " Brooklyn said with a fake sniffle and a hand on her heart.

"Only she had talent when she left." Alex said matter of factly.

Brooklyn turned to face Alex. Something in her clicked, and she was about to go John Cena on him.

If there's one crazy thing about Brooklyn, it's that if you come after Dylan O'Brien, Zayn Malik, Lucky- Blue Smith, Harry Styles, Kian Lawley, Zac Efron, Ian Somerhalder, Jenson Ackles, Matt Lanter, James Franco, Johnny Depp, or, you're as good as dead.

"Do you wanna to fight? Come at me bro!" She said grabbing the nearest knife and bending over the table. Alex reacted quickly and grabbed the fork on the left of him and faced the teeth of the fork towards Brooklyn.

"Woah, woah! As much as I want to see this go down and put it on Snapchat and DM it to World Star, I think it's a better idea for everyone to disarm themselves." I stopped looking at Brooklyn, "Put it down." She pouted.

"Brook!" I enforced, giving a disappointed stare as I held my hand out.

"Fine." She handed me the knife forcefully. I turned to Alex and held my hand out for him to give me the fork back.

"And look guys we've been over this, if you are going to talk about girl things, please leave me out of the conversation, and next time this won't happen. " He said.

"Truce?" Brooklyn asked with her hand out, "Truce." Alex shook on it.

"Well, now that we've got that settled, let's go get our drinks." I said.

Alex shook his head and simply walked with us to the counter to receive our drinks.

Alex reached over and handed Brooklyn her frappé. Their hands touched awkwardly as Alex gave her the drink, and she blushed. Brooklyn quickly got her drink and withdrew her hand from his. His eyes became shifty, and he wouldn't even look at Brooklyn. He stared at the ground and stuck his hands in his pockets. Brooklyn drank her drink to occupy herself. They shared glances and looked away. I looked at Alex and Brooklyn with a weird stare.