His Nerd
Author
Sir Ellious
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Chapter 1
Ava
Do you ever have those days when you donāt even want to get out of bed? Today is one of those for me.
I groan and roll over, looking at my alarm clock. I may be a nerd and all, but even I hate getting up at the crack of dawn to learn and study. Still, Iāve already snoozed my alarm twice, which wasnāt the best of plans.
Lucky me, Iām only ten minutes lateānothing a quick rush around wonāt fix.
I crawl out of bed and make my way to the bathroom across the hall, where I scrub my teeth and do my business and stare at my reflection. I brush my brown hair into a loose ponytail, letting it sway behind me as I head back to my room to get changed for school.
There, I throw on the big, black-rimmed glasses that everyone at school calls āugly,ā a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee, and an oversized Harry Potter top with the Hogwarts crest upon it. When I say āoversized,ā I mean two sizes too big for my petite figure, but thatās the way I like it: hiding me from the outside world.
Itās the start of my final year of the sixth form, and boy, am I dreading it. Another year to be picked on, used, and threatened.
I canāt wait to escape to university somewhere, to have a fresh start.
I grab the bag at the foot of my bed, which I packed the night before, and head down to the kitchen. All the lights are off, but I can see a note on the fridge.
I walk over to the kitchen window and pull up the blinds, letting my eyes be blinded momentarily before they readjust themselves to the light streaming through. I then pull the note off the fridge, sighing.
Working double shift, thereās food in the fridge, youāll have to make it yourself. Mum x
When I pull the fridge open, cool air blasts across my face, causing goosebumps to rise over my skin. Nothing takes my fancy, so I shut the fridge, grab an apple from the counter, and make my way out the door. I donāt want to be late for my first day back.
Donāt get me wrong, this is a normal routineāor at least, it was. But with the summer break over, I need to get back into the swing of things, to stop this sort of thing happening.
Itās only me and my mum now. Two years ago, a drunk driver swerved and collided into my dadās car, instantly killing him. While my dad was taken from us, the drunk driver walked away with just a few bruises and breath in his lungs.
I was a daddyās girl. He was always there for me when I needed him, and now heās gone.
And now to provide for us, Mum must take extra shifts as a nurse for the National Health Service. They are understaffed and underfunded, but it makes her happy to help others, so that makes me happy too. Even though we had to downsize from our lovely home because we couldnāt afford to pay the mortgage.
I feel my eyes well up with tears, but I push them away. I donāt want to cry on my first day back to sixth form.
When I reach the schoolās gates, I notice all the people with fancy cars and expensive clothes. I go to a public school, but there are still a lot of people with a lot of money theyāre not afraid to show off, and theyāre all gathered here to catch up after the summer holidays.
Walking with my head down so that no one notices me, I slip into the school. My locker is at the end of a corridor, so no one notices when I am thereāa bonus for me.
If you havenāt already noticed, I like being invisible, the person people overlook until they need someone to do their homework or they need to let off some steam. The world gives me the gift of invisibility, and Iād be a fool not to take advantage of it, right?
At my locker, I find a blonde-haired girl waiting. I smile. Itās my only friend, Lily.
Letās do introductions, shall we?
Lily has been my best friend since we were little, when we discovered our shared hatred for this horrible girl called Jessica. Jessica had stolen and ripped up our work, so we split a packet of sweets to commiserate.
We may have only been five, but who cares? Friendship is friendship at the end of the day.
Lily is stunning. Her blonde, curly hair falls to the middle of her back, and her bright-blue eyes catch your attention. Sheās five feet six inches with super long legs that girls envy, curves in all the right places, and naturally tanned skin. All in all, sheās what most boys want.
If youāve ever seen The Duff, youāll understand how easily ignored I am, but I donāt mind.
āHey bitch, how was your holiday?ā
I smile at the way Lily greets me before replying. Sheās so confident in herself, and I admire her for that.
āYou know me, I was very productive and managed to eat all the ice cream and watch loads on Netflix.ā
āI noticed. You watched all of Shadowhunters in two days.ā
I laugh. How can you not love The Mortal Instruments?
Now if youāre wondering how I manage to pay for Netflix, I donāt. Lily, my babe, lets me use her account. Her parents are quite rich; they own an amazing Italian restaurantāif you could try it, then youād understandāand Iām like their own personal taste tester!
Itās hard to think that weāre so close when we come from very different places and when Lily looks as good as she does. I never really understood why she would stay by me, but I am grateful for it.
As I take out my books from my locker, Lily texts on her phone like a maniac. The tapping of her nails on the screen is somehow calming in the chaos around us.
Iām brought away from my thoughts when Lily begins slapping me on the shoulder repeatedly. I roll my eyes and wonder if sheās broken her nail with the force of the blows, but then I turn around.
There they are: the three sex gods. The Three Musketeers, as everyone in the school calls them. (Although in the novel there were four members of the Musketeers, so I guess everyone is technically wrong.)
The whole hall has gone silent, and students part like the Red Sea to let them through. Girls bat their eyes, hoping to be noticed, while boys glare because they want to be them.
I roll my eyes again. Sure, they are freaking hot, donāt get me wrong, but they are players, fuckboysāexcuse my French. They hump and dump. Fuck and chuck. Nab and shag.
Sometimes itās for fun, other times itās a game or a bet, but in any case, itās meaningless to them.
The leader of the group and the sexiest, in my opinion, is Hunter Black. Heās six feet tall and made of pure muscleānot the gross, bulky stuff you see on bodybuilders but the kind you see on models. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and his eyes are the color of the forest, a dazzling emerald green.
As dreamy and drool-worthy as Hunter is, though, he has slept with nearly every girl in the school, and heās never with the same girl twice. Except for that bitch, Jessica. He keeps running back to her, and she loves the attention. Since the most popular and sexy guy in the school wants her, all the guys want her.
Then thereās Hunterās best mate, Liam Thorn, a six-foot-tall swimmer with a gorgeous body, blond hair, and blue eyes. Though heās not as hot as Hunter, in my opinion, heās also not as much of a fuckboy. He keeps a girlfriend from time to time, which to me screams cute, and I think the others could learn a thing or two from him.
Lastly, thereās Declan Reed, who is over six feet tall and has black hair and blue eyes. Heās not only known for being a fuckboy but also for being a prankster, which is weird because most of the time he has a scowl on his face. You wouldnāt think he has a sense of humor because he only ever shows an intense dislike of people.
Declan hasnāt been with Hunter and Liam that longāmaybe about three or four yearsābut he sure as hell fits in with his looks. And he sure as hell is loyal to them.
Oh, and did I mention that all these boys are rich? Like ridiculously rich. They could probably buy the school if they wanted to and no one would stop them.
Everyone respects the sex gods: teachers, students, Iām sure even some of the parents. They all fear them and would do anything they asked. There have even been rumors that they are involved in some horrible things, like gangs and drugs, but the police are too scared to do anything about it.
No one really knows if itās true or not, but no one dares ask. With their money, Iām sure they could just buy anyone off anyway.
So, there you have it. These three boys basically run the school, and no one tells them otherwise.
As they walk past, I keep my head down. I donāt want their attention, maybe because I donāt like what the attention would bring for me: pain and fear.
***
When the bell goes off, Lily and I make our way to our first class, maths. I groan. People are walking everywhere in a mad rush, and Iām trying my best to avoid them so that I donāt receive any backlash.
āItās torture!ā I complain. āDo they really expect us to do maths on a Monday morning?ā
Lily just giggles and shakes her head at my foolish outcries.
āWell, they must really hate us this year.ā
Hearing her sarcastic tone, I turn to glare at her. Then we both burst into fits of laughter.
Iām not bad at math; I just hate the subject. I donāt even know why I chose it as an A-levelāitās pointless. When will I ever get asked to work out algebra or circle theorems? The answer is never!
Iām so distracted by all the students and teachers shouting around me that I donāt pay attention to where I am going, so when a guy pops up in front of me, Iām not able to stop myself. We crash into each other.
With the wind knocked out of me, I stumble back a bit, grasping at my stomach. Through the tears in my eyes, I look up at the guy who caused me this pain. We stare at each other for a moment before he barges past me, scattering my books and nearly knocking me over.
As if having the wind knocked out of me wasnāt enough, he had to scatter my books, which I had managed to hang onto in the first attack.
āSorry, gorgeous,ā he says, throwing a wink in my direction before getting lost in the sea of students.
I stand there, shocked. Some guyāand a hot guy, at thatācalled me gorgeous and winked at me! Someone noticed me!
Feeling my cheeks go a deep shade of red, I shove my head down and carry on walking, dragging Lily behind me. She had collected all my books, embarrassed by the whole fiasco.
