The Nerdiest Bad Boy [UNDERGOING EDITING]

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"So...do you see anything interesting now?" Arden asked for the umpteenth time.

"Zilch." I looked around again. "I see zilch."

"I'm hungry," she said with a sigh, "let's go eat."

I wasn't about to object free food, so I followed around. We spent the better part of two hours aimlessly walking around the entire town, trying to find something to write our article about. Arden had a pencil behind her ear and a notepad in her hand, whereas I was holding a camera. It had a loop attached to it and slung around my neck.

"Are you fine with a sub?" she asked me.

"So long as it's edible," I assured her.

We ordered a footlong sub each and we brought our meal to an empty booth inside. As soon as we sat down, I dug in. I spent the entire lunch hour arguing that I didn't get a chance to eat, hence I was starving.

Going to the guys was a waste of time anyways. I ended up getting a pair of pants, but unfortunately it was from Graham Dickhead Walters. Amanda was with him when I asked her to drive me home so I could get something, but the bastard offered to give me one of his spare pants. I'll probably catch STDs just by wearing it. Imagine what a headline that'd be: "DON'T SHARE PANTS! You can get STDs!"

My eyes widened in surprise when I saw Arden eating like a pig. And I thought I was hungry... "Whoa, take a breath, Sparky," I said jokingly.

"That sounds like a dog's name," she scoffed.

"Well you are a bitch- I mean, female dog." I immediately corrected myself when I saw the glare Arden was giving me. In my defence, she can be incredibly intimidating when she wants to.

"You're no better," she told me. "Dig in is just an expression; you don't literally have to go in face first. Geez, you're acting like you haven't eaten in days!"

For the record, I had been eating, but the last time I had a sub was years ago...when my parents were still alive.

I remembered one time, when I was nine, my dad and I had a one on one basketball match and my mom called us in to eat dinner. But it was sushi night and I used to hate sushi, and I still do. So my dad made a deal and he told me if I could score a three-pointer, then I could eat whatever I wanted, but we all knew it was impossible.

All of a sudden, Amanda came running home, so that she could show off the tooth she lost. My dad got distracted with that and I quickly shot the ball in the net, and by some sort of miracle, it went in. I scored a perfect three-pointer shot and we all went out for subs, as promised. Since then, it became a tradition to go out for subs Thursday, instead of sushi.

I smiled at the memory.

"That's such a sweet story," Arden said in admiration.

I gave her a confused look. "What are you talking about?" Realization suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

Arden smiled at me. "Do you have any other stories?"

I looked down at my feet. "I'd rather not-"

"Could I meet your parents someday?" she asked and I nearly choked on my food. "I mean, you met my dad, so..." she trailed off.

I shook my head. "You can't meet them." I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Arden frowned slightly. "Aww, why not?"

"Because...Because..." I tried to think of a rational reason. "My parents are on a business trip."

"Really?" She was interested now. "What for?"