The Nerdiest Bad Boy [UNDERGOING EDITING]

ᏟᎻᎪᏢᎢᎬᎡ NᏆNᎬ

My teeth were chattering and my entire body was shaking. Despite the number of layers I put on, I was still freezing to the bone. I reached up to pull off my glasses so I could wipe the fog off of the lenses, but I had a mini pain attack when I didn't feel it there. Oh no. Oh freaking no! Where the hell are my-

I stopped worrying when I realized my glasses were in my pocket. I had long since abandoned them because the fog that was constantly appearing on the lenses were pissing the hell out of me!

A football suddenly knocked into me, sending my falling backwards, right off of the bleachers. I groaned in pain just as Graham and his posse joined me.

Graham snorted when he saw me. "That's the third time the ball hit you." He bent down to retrieve his football.

"Huh, it says something about your aim, doesn't it?" I mused. "I reckon your teammates are out on the field, not on the bleachers." When Graham clenched his jaw, I knew my blathering had some sort of effect on him. I smirked at Graham as I stood up. "I mean, how are you even a QB, let alone a football player?" I continued. "You can't even throw a football in the direction you're aiming for."

"Maybe I was aiming for you," he spat. Some of his teammates stifled laughs, so Graham turned around to glare at them. "You're so fucking lucky you're my girlfriend's brother," he hissed through his teeth. "If you weren't, I swear to God I would-"

"Graham?" a voice called out.

We whipped our heads around to see Amanda coming towards us, pompoms in hand.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Graham instantly threw an arm over my shoulder. "Nick, bud, you gotta be careful, alright?" He turned to look at Amanda. "Nick fell off from the bleachers."

Amanda's eyes widened and she immediately ran towards me, inspecting me. "Are you okay? Should I take you to the hospital? Will you make it?"

I tried to recount what she said as I answered, "Yes, no, and are you kidding me? I just fell, Mandy."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "I'm just caring about you, doofus." She turned to face Graham. "Thanks so much for looking after my idiot of a brother, babe."

Graham shrugged, smirking at me for half a second. "It was nothing."

He and Amanda started kissing and it took me everything I had to not tell them to at least have the decency to shove their tongues down each other's throats behind the bleachers.

When Graham started to tug at Amanda's cheerleading shirt, I knew I had to step in.

"All right, guys," I said. "Break it up. No one - and I mean no one - wants to see that shit."

Graham glowered at me. "It's not shit."

"My mistake," I amended. "Your face is."

Graham balled his hands into fists and Amanda sent me a disappointed look. "Nicholas," she scolded. "Don't be mean to my boyfriend."

Oh, right. Because knocking me down with a fucking football thrice wasn't mean at all! It was actually pretty nice of him to do that. In fact, Graham was like an angel sent from above. Actually, he was a devilish angel. Nice oxymoron, huh? Graham Walters everyone; fucking saint of the year!

"I'm so incredibly sorry for telling you the truth about your face," I said with no sincerity whatsoever.

"Apologize accepted," he said gruffly.

"Great!" I said with fake enthusiasm. "I'm so glad you forgave me, Graham! I'd do anything to make you forgive me! I'd even carve a statue of you." I paused. "Out of shit, of course."