When A Nerd Dates The Ice King

Chapter 2

Eliana

A hand wrapped around my waist, stopping my fall midway. I pried my eyes open to stare straight into annoyingly familiar blue ones.

His lips curved slightly, “Four eyes? Never thought I’d see you at such a place”

My lips pressed into a thin line, and I felt my irritation deepen. Of course today just had to get shittier. “Let go of me.” I snapped.

He raised an eyebrow, “What ever you say, four eyes” Then he let go, my body hit the floor with a thud, pain shot through my body,

“The heck. What is wrong with you?” I asked, more angry that I let this freaking manwhore of a man touch me than the fact that he actually dropped me.

He raised his arms in mock surrender, “You said I should let go. Just being a gentleman.”

“Oh please, you and gentleman don’t exist in the same sentence Snyder.” I helped myself up, shooting daggers at him through my glasses, before trying to storm off.

But as always, he never missed an opportunity, “The name’s Owen sweetheart.” He looked back where I was coming from, “Leaving the party so early? Not gonna play guard dog today.”

His words sent everything crashing back, a tear slipped before I could stop it, “Get the hell away from me. I hate you!” I yelled, snatching my hand from his frozen self and storming off.

I took off my glasses, the tears were already clouding it once more. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, standing by the road, the cold breeze barely able to dry up the snot and waterworks.

A warm jacket settled over my shoulders, its light weight nearly startling me, I shrugged it off, a hand pressed down, “Keep it on. You look like you need it.” Owen’s annoying voice came from behind, his body heat rubbing off too close for my liking.

“What do you want Snyder? Not done mocking me yet?”

He chuckled, “Never thought I’d see this day.”

“Well let it stick, you’d never see it again?”

“Really? So no more fangirling all over Sam like a pathetic loser?” He pursued his lips, “No offence of course.” He added.

I glared at him, “I don’t fangirl over him.”

“Really?” he shifted a bit, “Sam, do you need water? Snyder! How dare you talk to my Sam that way.” he laughed at his own terrible imitation of me.

“I don’t sound like that” I huffed, wishing he was next to me and I could smack that annoying look on his face.

“No!” he gasped, “Just meaner.” he added, “I mean, you’re like freaking Maleficient, maybe a nerdier version. But still.”

“You didn’t just call me evil.”

He shrugged, “If the shoe fits,”

“I’ll show you what fits.” I yanked my USB cord out of the little purse I always carried, determined to whip him with it. The moment he saw what I was holding, he took off like his life depended on it.

I chased him over a block, ignoring the stares from passers-by. If I don’t teach this asshole a lesson then I would change my middle name. By the time I realized it, his bike was already between us and we were in the parking lot.

I bent over, struggling to catch, my breath, his laughter echoed in the silence, “Just a little run and you’re already looking like you might collapse”

“Not all of us are the Star Hockey Sweetheart of the entire campus.”

“No.” he shot back, “Some of us are just either buried in books or too busy hovering around others to think of ourselves.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, my fingers tightening around the USB cord as I flashed him the sweetest smile I could muster, “Stay at a place for a moment.”

“So you can murder me? No, thank you.”

I scoffed, shoving the cord exactly where it had come out from, “Stay the heck away from me, and take your stupid jacket.” I flung the jacket at him and began leaving before he could say something much worse.

“Hey! Wait” he grabbed my arms, “Its late, let me take you home.”

“I’m too tired for these games, can’t you just let me be?” I asked, my voice low, the adrenaline from earlier already gone.

He put the jacket on me once more, “I know you think I’m a jerk, but I know better than to let a lady walk home alone at night.”

“I-”

“I can do this all night. Can you?” he cut me off before I could protest.

I pursed my lips. If my fights with Owen have taught me anything, it was that he was relentless.

“Fine. But I’m not riding that death ride of yours.”

He chuckled, “Come on, you finally broke free from that i***t, this will help.” he held a helmet in his hand.

I froze, “You know.” I barely recognized my own voice.

“You just confirmed it. Plus it wasn’t so hard to guess. With you coming out of that room, and those puffy second eyes, plus the horrible attitude. I’m certain you’ve seen him for what he is.”

“A bastard?”

”I was going to go for a loser. But sure, yours work too.”

In the past, his insults to Sam were always the starting point of our fights, but I found myself laughing, “You don’t ever miss a chance to attack him do you”

“At least now you’re smiling. So…?” he raised the helmet.

I rolled my eyes, “Why are you being nice? You’re not nice.”

“Believe it or not. I’m a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t love seeing ladies.”

I snorted, “Tell that to the sea of heartbreaks you leave in your wake.”

He coughed awkwardly, “Alright, that’s my cue.”

He was beside me before I could ask what cue, his manly scent flooded my nose, he put on the helmet and fastened it, I barely had the chance to process what he was doing when he finished, and hopped on the bike, come on.

I fiddled with my dress, “I’m not so sure, this looks dangerous.”

“Don’t be a wuss. Show me what you’re made of four eyes.”

“Stop calling me that.”

”Stop being a scaredy cat.”

“I’m not scared. Just being careful, do I have to inform you that bikes have one of the highest death rates in the country?”

He gave me a dry look, “See. Scaredy Cat.”

“Did you even hear a thing I said? I’m not scared.”

“Prove it.”

“Fine. I huffed.” it was barely a ten minutes ride, how bad could it be.

I hopped on, carefully placing my hands on his shoulders, and sitting upright enough that there was space between his body and mine.

He chuckled, “Sure that’s how you want to stay?”

“Yes.” I gritted.

He didn’t reply, but kickstarted the bike, and zoomed off, a scream tore through my lips as I held on tightly to him, for my dear life, the distance I carefully placed between us was now gone.

I shouldn’t have gotten on this bike. What had I let go through my head? That Snyder could be nice? No. He is freaking trying to kill me.

“I’ll hunt you from the grave if I die out here.” The wind swallowed my voice as he wove through the asphalt, but I was certain he heard me.

“What’s that? He yelled, “I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said, don’t freaking Kil-Ahhhhhh” an inhuman sound left my lips, my heart lurched as he increased his speed. This is it, I’m definitely about to lose my life.