The Nerd

ANOTHER BUMP...?

Raymond's POV

My head was stuck in my locker while I was arranging stuff, with thoughts in my head and my four inch heels killing me. It was just Wednesday morning and I had already had a headache coming, with pains in my ankles. Being gay was hard as f**k and I wished we could get a lead on this investigation and be done with it. Hopefully, the girl could get some info from the gold-digging asshole, but she had to look the part first. Candace did a good job on her, so she had to gain his attention latest Friday, I would make sure of that. This job was getting harder than I thought. Just then, I was brought out of my jumbled thoughts by...whistles? I bring my head out of my locker to peer at the rest of the room. Of course they were whistles, and they were directed at...my eyes landed on the entrance if the room, to the subject of the whistling. A girl...no. A hot girl was staring at the floor, her ears red from embarrassment. A simple navy blue bandage gown that ended on top her knees framed her soft but subtle curves complimented her rich brown hair that hung in waves to her waist. She stepped cautiously on her blue heels like she would topple over at any moment, and was coming towards me. Why was she coming to me? She stopped in front of me, brought her head up to gaze at me and everything stood still. Soulful brown eyes gazed at me.

"M...Missy?"

"Hi, Ray" she replied, giving me a small wave and looking back to her heels. She seemed fascinated with them.

"You can now shut your mouth," she said again.

What? My mouth? I shut it quickly and came back to my senses.

'I'm supposed to be gay,' I said to myself. This had become my mantra since I came in contact with this girl. She always made me act otherwise.

"You look beautiful," I said, and I hoped it sounded just like a compliment.

"Thanks, you too," she said, opening her locker which was two doors next to mine. She still looked embarrassed, though the room was clearing out and the whistles had ceased.

"I believe we have history together?" I asked, taking her textbooks from her while she closed her locker.

"Yeah" she said while she pocketed the key.

"OK. That's gr.. "

I didn't get to finish the sentence because I hit something hard when I turned around. It came crashing down with the books I held in the crook if my arm. It was a backpack.

Before I could mutter the strings of cuss words I could muster, Missy leaned down to gather the fallen books while muttering 'sorry' under her breath and it happened just at the same time the owner leaned down to retrieve their bag. Time stood still for the second time that day. Alex was staring down at Missy. Why does that seem to bother me?