Here Comes The Nerd ♥♥

[Soruc]

Awesome again. <3

[BlueKestrel]

awww its so great *tears up* lol

[Mrs. Harry Styles]

I Need More Or I Will Die!!

[LiccleLimee]

All of a sudden I found myself whisked away to his bedroom, which might I mention is immense. I sat down on one of his blue-and-white-checkered beanbags and slid my bag behind it. "You asked me to come for tutoring, right?"
"Uh, yeah, but we can do something else first if you want. I mean, I sort of-" James started, but was abruptly interrupted by a group of people coming through the door, which I really didn't want happening since I was alone in a room with him, but oh well.
"Hey up, James. Who's this girl you got with you?" One of the boys said, who looked cute, but not as cute as James.
James shifted slightly on his beanbag. "Aubrey."
I saw someone in the background of the small group that had come in, someone with long black hair and was pretty tall. Madison? But I was happy to see that it wasn't Madison, it was a sweet-looking girl with pigtails in, and crystal-blue eyes, and pretty purple nerd glasses.
I sat there, awkwardly, as the group of strangers merged themselves into a circle, which I was part of, each sitting on a different beanbag. Two boys were eyeing me up, a girl looked really cheesed off, and I just felt generally embarrassed. When I finally had courage to say anything, I burst out with, "Who are these?"
James bit his lip and muttered, "A few friends. Just going to play a few games, you know. Harmless fun."
It didn't sound too harmless, but I shrugged and relaxed a tad.

One of the boys grabbed his bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka and some plastic cups. He poured some cups out then handed them round. I quietly refused and glared at all the others, that seemed out of their minds. Drinking? How old were they, thirteen? Gee, I went there to tutor someone on maths and they end up drinking. Talk about typical, eh.
The boy placed the empty glass bottle in the middle of the circle. "We're playing spin the bottle." He declared, and spun it.
Don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me don't pick me...

It flipping picked me.

[Mirry]

I laughed... A lot!
More?

[BlueKestrel]

awesome i love it!!!! moaarrr!!!

[twistedimagination]

This is amazing<3
*Stalks*

MORE!

[Into the Sky]

AWESOME! I am now stalking this.

[Mrs. Harry Styles]

more now

[LiccleLimee]

James stared at me knowingly, although he probably did NOT know what I was thinking at that moment. I was eyeing the window, ready to run up and pounce out of it. Well, that's not what I was going to do, but I did feel like dying or at least getting away from the spot I was in now, but my mouth was dry and my feet were glued to the spot which was extremely awkward.

Before I knew it, I was watching the green, glass bottle spin once more. Once, twice, three times it span round before halting.
My brain froze at that minute, which was probably the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me. My mind went blank and I just sat there, staring weirdly at the shimmering bottle under my nose. I didn't look at who it landed on. I just sat there.
But judging by the way James absolutely kissed my face off, I'm guessing it was him who it landed on. See, I'm so clever for sussing THAT one out. /sarcasm.

Anyway, while he was kissing me, although I was trying so hard to be happy, I felt really... violated. No, not violated. I felt violating. Why? I felt sorry for Madison.
Yes, sorry for the ugly little slug everyone calls 'Maddie'. To be honest, I wished that my brain would sort itself out, knock itself into gear and realize that feeling sorry for a turd is a BAD thing, and kissing James is a very very GOOD thing. But nooo, my brain goes into moral check mode and shoots emotion signals to my nerves telling me that it's a bad thing.
"James, I think I'm gonna leave now." I muttered regrettably, trying to fight the words out of my brain but failing.
"What? All I did was kiss you, Aubrey. It's a game, that's all. I don't like you, or want you, it's just pure chance."
I blinked. "So why did you kiss me then?"
Awkward silence.
"Because I felt sorry. No ones ever going to kiss YOU, so I figured if I did then it'd be nice for you."
Ouch. That hurt. And it sent my brain into defense mode.
"Oh, so you're sooo good and popular and amazing that you have to be Mr. Hero too, and fly round kissing all the girls you think will never get anyone." I said quickly, then I started to sharpen my tone. "Yeah, well you're wrong. When I've got a job and a nice house and a self-actualizing husband, I'll come round and check on you. Then maybe I'll kiss you, because I'll figure that it'd be a nice thing to do, seeing as you'll be living with that sluggish tart you've got, and probably she'll be pregnant with the sixth child that isn't even fathered by you, and you'll have to beg for money on the streets but everyone'll just ignore you and let you rot within your own standards. Have a nice life, James."
And I walked out.

Hahahahaha. I love kickassing people. Although maybe I took it a little too far then. Oh well, he probably feels so bad right now. Ha.