The Nerdiest Bad Boy [UNDERGOING EDITING]

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My breathing had finally gotten back to normal only after I handed in my calculus test. I was almost late today. I nearly ruined my perfect attendance record! I blamed this all on Colton. If he didn't waste his time goofing off with those thugs, then we could've been out of there faster. I made a mental note to wring that bastard's neck when I got my hands on him.

When the bell rang, I put my notebooks and pencil case inside my backpack, and I stood up to leave. I exited the classroom and I walked to my last class: Art.

While I was walking,
someone placed their hand on my mouth and dragged me into a room. I couldn't really do anything because I didn't want to risk blowing my cover, but that didn't stop me from freaking out when I noticed I was inside the girls washroom.

"What the—"

"Nico!" an awfully familiar voice chirped.

"What the hell Amanda? You nearly scared me to death!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry, Nico," she apologized.

Amanda was my older sister. She was only a year older than me, which meant she was a senior in high school whereas I was a junior. Amanda also happened to be captain of the cheerleading squad, which meant, stereotypically, she appealed to all of the horny adolescents in this hellhole.

"Is there a reason why you brought me here?" I questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Do you have my duffel bag?" she asked me. "I brought yours by accident."

My eyes widened. Shit, shit, shit! My duffel bag was filled with things Amanda should not, I repeat, should not see!

"Did you go through my bag?" I demanded.

Amanda shook her head. "Gross, I don't want to touch your nerdy stuff."

I mentally exhaled a sigh of relief.

"So do you have my bag?" she asked.

I nodded. "It's in my locker."

"Great, let's get it!" Amanda practically dragged me out of the washroom - thank God no one else saw - and we went to my locker.

That has to be the one and only thing I like about Amanda; despite her high status within Monroe High, she isn't a bitch to me. We've been through so much together and Amanda's a great sister to me, though she's incredibly annoying.

I opened my locker and gave Amanda her bag.

"Thanks Nico!" She leaned in and kissed my cheek.

Amanda was about to leave but turned around. "Oh, and you're staying for my cheer practice," she informed me.

I made a face. "No thanks."

"You have to," she urged. "I'm your ride home, remember?"

I mentally groaned. "Fine, I'll be there."

"Thanks, Nico!" Amanda kissed my cheek one more time before leaving.

I checked the time on my watch and let out a few incoherent words. I was late for Art!

I practically sprinted to my Art classroom and barged inside. Immediately all eyes were on me.

"Nicholas Jackson," my art teacher, Mrs. Corbett said, looking surprised. "Why are you so late?"

"My sister needed help with something," I responded.

"Very well, just try not to make it a habit."

Mrs. Corbett had to be one of the chilliest teachers at Monroe High, she was so laid back about everything. It also helps that I'm in her good books, so she would usually let me off the hook.