My Geeky Boyfriend

Chapter One

I once read an article which said people thrived on gossip, hence, making it an indispensable part of life. Back then, I didn't think much of it. But now, looking at the students scattered around the hallway in groups, with each one staring at their phones and murmuring amongst themselves, I realized those words were nothing but the truth.  

"And he outright told her that he wasn't interested in front of everyone. He said that having s*x with her was like a chore. You should have seen her face; she seemed like she wanted to cry and disappear at the same time. It was pretty hard to watch."  

The last part made me chuckle inwardly.

Typical Juliette.

It was pretty hard to watch yet she'd devoured the entire video multiple times. But that was just Juliette for you.  Juliette Brown, my number one best friend for life, or as I'd like to call her, 'my ride or die b*tch.'

We've been friends since forever, well basically since we were seven.  The first time we met, she pointed out how our teacher seemed to have a third boob. After that, I was never able to look at Mrs. James without taking note of her apparent 'third boob.'

Her love for details had not waned overtime. If you saw a pretty dress, Juliette saw a nice dress which looked like what a retired nurse would wear. If you saw killer shoes, Juliette saw shoes which weren't exactly bad, but just too last season.  If trendy and stylish ever needed a definition, then Juliette was it. So, when it came to style, Juliette and I pretty much set the trends around here.  And all of that ever detailed nature of hers, was housed in a stunning black girl of 5'8.

With her smooth dark skin which resembled the color of melted honey, bold eyes, and curly black hair, Juliette was a natural head turner.  

"I don't get why she wanted to cry though - I'd be happy if I were in her place. We all know Jibreel Ollivierre has the lamest jokes. At least she wouldn't have to fake laughs anymore," I mused, leaving Juliette chuckling.  

"Don't ask me why, but I want to bury myself in a pit of despair and never rise again."  

We didn't need to look beside us to know who just joined us – Becky Applewhite. And no, it was not a short form for Rebecca, but rather a short for Beckham. Yeah, her mom was so sure she'd be having a boy when she was pregnant and had even planned to name 'him' after David Beckham. But she got a girl instead and decided: "f*ck it, I'm going to name her Beckham anyway."  

And now that's Beck.

Just like her jet black hair contrasted starkly with her fair skin, her cute, Asian, doll-like features contrasted starkly with her personality. Honestly, in a clique like ours, Beck provided just about the right amount of normal. And by normal, I didn't mean the sweet, studious girl. I meant more of the gothic one in the quad, even her clothes were mostly dark colored. 

But asides that, everything with she was pretty normal.

Well, that's if you ignored her usual weird and dark comments, and her intense love for horror flicks. 

When we first met, she told us that our Janitor was a vampire, and that we needed to be prepared so as to avoid him taking our blood. Being the eight-year-olds we were, we believed her. Because what else could explain the paleness of the man, and the fact that he always stayed in school till the nighttime?

Back then, we always carried small pieces of wood which Beck gave to us saying it was oakwood - the only thing which could destroy the vampire. Of course, it was actually just pieces of wood which she picked up from the woodshop beside her house.

 Later on, Beck was convinced she was a witch. At another time, she worried she had no soul. So, yeah, Beck was pretty much Beck. Don't ask what that meant.  

"Why?" Juliette asked to which Beck sighed.

"I said don't ask."  

We nodded in reply, Juliette and I sharing knowing glances. 

Three. 

Two. 

One.  

"I hate chem class, I hate Mr. Black, I hate my stupid lab partner, and I hate my life," she blurted. 

And that's another thing another Beck - she sucked at not saying what was on her mind.

"You got paired with your boo, Jackson Robertson?"

And that earned me a playful glare from her.  

"Don't even call him that. I'd rather date a fridge than date him," she scoffed.

"He keeps staring at me like some creep, and when he's not, he's talking nonstop and making lame attempts at humor. It's like he just can't take a hint! Like today, he kept acting like we're best friends, and then spent the rest of the time telling me stuff I don't even care about, like the Eva Daniel's video for one."  

Jackson Robertson.

He was just your average guy. A member of the track team and an ever bubbly guy. Only problem's the moment he chose to have a massive crush on Beck, his love story was over before it even began. 

I thought he was kind of cute though, but Beck just couldn't stand the guy. It's like anything he did annoyed her. But again, it's Beck. That's basically how she felt about everyone else.  

"But he's cu--"

"Don't finish that," Beck chided, making Juliette laugh, something I soon joined in.

"And what's got everyone laughing? I always knew you guys talked about me behind my back."

I put on a mock thoughtful expression before shaking my head.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure we do it in front you."  

"Yup, definitely. Like how that lipstick isn't how it was when we last saw you. I wonder what could have possibly happened," Juliette added, joining in the act. 

The recipient of all this however, let out a small chuckle in reply.

"Why am I not surprised that you girls have your mind in the gutter? I was studying in a secluded location. And as for my lipstick, I rammed..."

"Your face on a door?" Beck offered.

 "Y-yeah, of course. It was a big door, I was so lost in reading and bam, next thing I knew I was getting a faceful of door."  

And that earned a string of "oh" and "really?" from us. 

She threw us a duh expression before adding, "yeah. I mean, what else could I have been doi--"  

But the rest of her words trailed off when she caught sight of the junior who was heading out of the direction which she just stepped out from, with a smug grin on his face as he winked at her.  

"I thought I told you to count to fifty before coming out?" She whisper-shouted.

Although, I really didn't get why she was going through all the trouble. We pretty much knew already, and now we were just struggling to hold in laughs as we watched them. 

He stared confused at her before saying, "oh, that! Yeah, I did. Immediately after we were done, I started counting it in my head."

 But if the hitting of her forehead was anything to go by, his reply only frustrated her more.

"No, stupid. I meant count it after I've left, not before."  

This time, we couldn't help the small giggles that escaped our lips.  

"Oh. I didn't know that. But...we're still on for next time, right?" He questioned, making a horrible attempt at a smirk.  

"Of course not, Romeo! Now, just go."  

Though he seemed disappointed at her response, he sauntered off, throwing us an awkward smile before leaving.  And that did it. We roared with laughter.  

"Seriously?"  

But if any of us heard her, we definitely didn't show it as we were too busy laughing instead.  

"You hooked up with him?" Juliette asked between laughs.  

"Hey, don't judge a book by its cover. He might look small outside, but he definitely isn't inside."

She added a small wink, to which I chuckled. 

Typical Sam.  

"But I thought you said you weren't having any 'D' this week?," Beck questioned, smiling slyly at her. 

Her response came as a nervous chuckle.

"Did I?"

But in the face of Juliette's raised brow, she added, "ok, fine, I know I did. But in my defense, I did make it through yesterday. You know the week starts from Sunday, right?"

And that just made us laugh more, and after seconds of pouting, she also joined in.  And that was Sam Charles.

Her blonde hair was just as bright as her name. From what she's told us, the name stemmed from the fact that her parents met in summer, married in summer, and she was also born in summer. So, since those three life changing experiences happened in summer, they named her Sam. Although, I still don't get why they didn't just name her Summer.  But again, at the time, her parents might not have known it, but the name actually helped in the rhyme scheme of her nickname - Horny Sam. 

And she sure lived up to her name, a result of which were various escapades in different corners of school. She's also a party freak. In the three years I'd known her since she transferred to Ravens High, I could count the number of weekends she didn't go out partying. Yeah, they were that few. She almost always had a new party every weekend.  But don't be deceived, because beneath all that, was one of the smartest people I knew.

While the rest of us had to read to pass a test, and maybe read again because you know, it never sticks the first time, at least in my case. Sam just flipped through a book playfully in like five minutes.  But that was all the time she needed to have mastered every goddamn thing in the book.

I had no idea how she did it, but she did. She's like a freaking genius. Something which might not reflect in her personality, but definitely reflected in her report sheets.  And there you had it - my three best friends.

"Stephanie, remember that guy Sam was with last month?"

Perhaps realizing that there were a lot of options for that question, Juliette narrowed it down with an addition of: "you know, the pronunciation dude"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I chirped, snapping my fingers excitedly at the recollection.

"That one that always pronounced all his r's like 'let's go to my carrrrrrrrrrr, Sam. It's not too farrrrrrrrrr frrrrom here.'"  

No sooner had I finished than I broke into a chortle, with Juliette and Beck way ahead of me; the both of them already wheezing with laughter.

"I hate you, Stephanie, so much," Sam choked out between laughs of her own. 

Yeah, that was me - Stephanie Joseph, daughter of one of the city's biggest business tycoons, Hamilton Joseph. Standing at a height of 5'8, with full chocolatey brown hair and a face which many would consider attractive, it's a no brainer that I'm pretty much what you'd call the "it" girl of Ravens High. 

When it came to the popularity ranks, my friends and I were pretty much at the top of the pyramid; the only clique who were able to command the envy, hate, love, and admiration of all the students here. It's funny really, watching some students 'whisper' about our loose lifestyle.

Although, I guessed I was the only one who found it funny when I heard people said stuff about me behind my back, which they could never actually say to my face. 

Now, as we stepped into the cafeteria, we were welcomed by the usual sight; hundreds of eyes on us, some of the guys looking like they were on the verge of drooling over themselves, and the girls just being, you know, girls.  With each step of ours, their eyes followed us, scrutinizing our outfits which would somehow end up as their next week style. And when they'd taken note of everything including the 'fake lashes, fake extensions, and probably even the fake faces,' they'd stop to whisper to themselves, because god forbid that they cared about fake bitches like us.

I was still eyeing the weird looking salad which the lunch lady was serving when I saw him - Bryce Langley.

Star captain of the school's basketball team, and also one of the most popular guys here at Ravens High. 

Standing at a height of 6'1, with dark brown hair and eyes so brown, you could get lost in their chocolatey sweetness. And his abs? Don't get me started on those sweet, strong babies.  And all of that was mine, well sort of. Basically, it's his because it'd be weird if I was a head cheerleader with that kind of body. 

But he's my boyfriend.

We've been together since junior year, during which we'd broken up and gotten back together so many times, that I'd lost count.  I watched him step into the cafeteria now, his eyes not bothering to scan the room but just moving straight towards our usual bench.

I would have smiled if his lips weren't set in a tight line.  That was never good.  He ignored the gawking girls and marched towards me.  

"Hey booboo bear," I cooed when he got to where I was sitting.

But his face showed no trace of a smile when he said, "we need to talk."

Told you. It was never good.

I simply nodded and followed him