This is my story

I'm just your average nerd, Jeremy Von Driek, 17. My life isn't this interesting and addictive thing that will keep you craving but it is something that you could have never expected, at least from me.
So all I can give you is this cheesy story, I just hope that you'll read it


2. Chapter 2

I was sitting on a bed in the infirmary with icebags on my cheeks and stomach. The other three were beside me. Two of them were unconscious and the first humpty dumpty was wide awake although a little stiff with an ice bag on his face. The snitch was sitting infront of us with a person which I guessed was another one of his friends, I just glared at them, the snitch flinched but the other one remained unaffected.

I heard the door to the infirmary open and I lied down and acted as if I was sleeping. The person was walking fast towards me. I could feel the person's breath fanning my ear.

"I know you're awake." Leyla said.

"Oh it's just you." I said as I returned to my sitting position.

"What the f**k were you thinking? Wait, you weren't thinking. You're going to get into some serious sh*t with the parents. Seriously, a fight? You beat up three guys in school for no f**cking reason. Are you proud of this? You put me to shame. What's gonna happen to our rep?" She said quickly probably in one whole breath.

"Sister watch your language. And I think you meant 'what's gonna happen to your rep'." I said with annoyance.

"I dont f**king care about my language. I will swear all I want. You are going to regret this. You might get suspended. And you're going to get all depressed and want all the attention and I'm going to be the one who will have to deal with all of your bullsh*t. I bet you feel like crying like a f**king hormonal teenage girl. Well I don't give two shits at the moment."

Ladies and Gentlemen, here is Leyla Von Driek. The most annoying, self centered, egotistical, cheerleading prick that I know. Sometimes I wonder how we are related and yet so different. We don't hate each other but we don't love each other that much. We have our good and bad times but mostly bad. She barely spends time with me. She spends her time with her boyfriends that change every month, if they're lucky  they'll last two months. Most people consider her nice and kind but I beg to disagree. Two months ago, she had burned the closet of one of the cheerleaders because they had three dresses that were the same. The whole thing. 

"Did you hear me?" said Leyla's annoying voice. Why must people disturb me while I think?

"What?" I said confused.

"You're not even listening, I'm not surprised, nevermind. Someone sent you a text." I took my phone from the side of the bed and stared at it, trying to read it.

"Could you read this for me?"

"No, and where are your glasses?"

"The three and a half musketeers broke them." I said staring at the bullies. Leyla took the phone from my hands.

"It's from Hugo. He's asking if he can take 50 buks for some 'ash'." She said using her fingers to quote the 'ash'.

I nodded and she replied to him. What a hopeless friend I have.

I noticed that all of the bullies were awake now and staring at my sister. I coughed loudly to get their attention. When they looked at me I shook my head signaling that they shouldn't look at her.

"What are you doing here?" asked the boss bully.

"Uhhmm... I don't know. I just came here because I felt like I had been punched so I wanted to get treated."

"You're going to pay for this" he shouted or more like growled.

"Right." I said sarcastically.

"Calm your hormones guys." said Leyla.

"Don't butt in little girl." said humpty dumpty number 2. Leyla walked up to him and before she could start speaking, the principal showed up as if he had rehearsed his entrance and that entrance has prevented WWIII.

The Principal, Mr.Brawner was wearing a cream coat which matched with his pants, his shirt was sky blue and his shoes were formal leather black shoes. He had slightly tanned skin and light brown stubble growing on his chin. His brown hair was omber perfectly back.

"Good Afternoon. The ones who were fighting please cometo my office." He said every word as if it was rehearsed. Maybe that's what cause him to get here late. The five of us followed the principal to his office which was in another building. We had to walk approximately 190 metres to the next building. We walked silently without uttering a single word and whenever we passed a grouo of people, they would stop their conversation and wait for us to pass.

We had reached the principal's office and sat down on a sofa. It was difficult to move because we were all squished. The pricipal sat on his desk.

"Why must you make my life so difficult? Julius, you've only been here for a week and you were already caught in a fight." I noticed that Mr.Brawner was referring to the boss bully."What am I going to do with you guys? Detention, Suspension or Expulsion?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat and I could feel my palms start to sweat and I was really nervous. What if he suspended me? It would be on my permanent record. What if he bans me from the swim team or the science club? What if I get detention? I've never gotten detention before.

"Jeremy, Jeremy, did you stop going to your classes?"

I just nodded.

"Do you still take your pills?"

I shook my head.

"You do know that's a problem, don't you?"

I nodded.

Mr.Brawner sighed and asked us what had happened and I told him everything, from the being pushed to the kicking in the face. The humpty dumpties tried to object but the snitch was a double agent. The snitch also had a video of the fight and showed to the principal.

Mr.Brawner sighed and rubbed his forehead. "This is a complicated issue, al I know is that all of you are at fault, some more than others." He said looking at the bullies.

"How am I at fault?" I asked Mr.Brawner nervously.

"Are you seriously asking me that, have you seen their faces?" He said impatiently.

"No, no I have not, because they broke my glasss." I said. There was a long silence before Mr.Brawner spoke.

"I would normally suspend you but you guys are new," he said gesturing to the bullies with his head. "and this is your first time in a long time that you've been in trouble and you're a great student so I will not make your punishments so severe. 2 weeks of detention, including saturdays." He stood up and handed us slips.

"Is that all they get for what they did to me?" I asked.

"I'm letting you off easy, Jeremy, be glad it's only detention. Now please leave my office and don't let this happen again."

"Yes, sir."  I said as I left his office.



This has been a rather awful day. First I get an A on a chemistry project and now I get detention. I know this day is going to get worse because my parents will find out about this and they won't be happy. I headed back to my locker and when I opened it, a lot of papers fell out. I knew they were pictures from the fight, girl's phone numbers, guy's phone numbers, that thought made me shudder, and other papers congratulating me on the fight and others are death threats from other bullies. I heard this is what most people get after they win a fight. I've seen so many of these in Hugo's locker, Clark's locker, Paul's locker and my sister's locker and a lot of other people's lockers. Cleaning my locker is going to be a difficult task but that is not why I am here. I grabbed my sports bag and headed to the swimming pool. I changed in to my swimming trunks and stood on the diving board. Luckily my swimming goggles had my eyeglass perscription, so I could see pool properly.

The area was empty which was a good thing. I took my stance and dove in. I was swimming in freestyle. 

I am in the swim team because I'm good at it and it helps me calm down. I am so glad that Mr.Brawner didn't suspend me from the swim team. Although I still do three other sports, this is one is pretty important because it helps with my asthma. Yes, I am that nerd that wears glasses, has asthma, does math for fun and carries an inhaler but by looking at me you'd never guess that I'm a nerd. You would think that I'm one of the jocks. My glasses are raybons--the one that make you look like a DJ-- or at least were, I don't tuck in my shirt, my hair is usually dishevelled, I always wear jeans. Most girls here like to describe me as a badboy or a player. I don't see what's so bad about me. I think they call me a player because I play a lot of online games but if not, I don't know what they are trying to say.

Girls actually try to flirt with me everyday but I have a friend that helps me out with that, you'll meet her soon. 

I finished 5 laps and got out. I better get home or else my parents are going to think that I went out with my friends to do some 'ash'. They actually do think I do such things for reasons that are unknown to me.

I ran to the parking lot and got on my HD night rod special --my bike--, it's a little over my budget or something, but a boy's gotta have his toys. I revved the engine and sped out of the parking lot and raced home.

As soon as I got to the drive way of our house I saw my parent's car and knew I was late. Darn it.


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