The Bad Nerd

CHAPTER TWO

The final bell rang and everyone rushed to get out of the building. I wasn't an exception. Today was a long one. Sighing, I walked out of the last classroom and headed towards my locker. "How was your first day back?" Raising an eyebrow, I turned and looked Marcus dead in the face. "Like any normal school day." Slam "Goodbye." I turned away from him and began walking off. At the same time, I could hear two more voices speaking to him. "You still trying to talk to that nerd?"

I didn't even bother trying to hear what Marcus had to say. Pushing the doors open, I took a deep breath. Most of the students had already left but there were a couple of stragglers. "Indigo!" My dad yelled, catching my attention. As quickly as I could, I ran to the car and got inside. "I thought you would be at work," I said as I buckled my seatbelt. "I decided to get off for a few minutes to pick you up. I'm heading back after." He responded, pulling away from the school. "Sidney came over this morning after you left. She wanted to know if you two were still going out tonight."

"I don't know why she didn't call me," I grumbled as I pulled my phone out of my bag and turned it on, well, tried, to turn it on. "She said she did but it went straight to voicemail." He replied, looking over at my phone. "It died." After listening to my dad laugh at me for the next five minutes, he finally pulled up in front of the house. "Is Vi in here?" I asked, grabbing my things as I got out of the car.

"Nah. Vi is at a friend's house studying for a test. I'll pick her up on my way home from work later tonight. You go have fun." And with that, my dad drives off. I opened the door to the house and walked inside, taking a deep breath. Sid wasn't planning on coming later around 8 so that left me around 4 and a half hours to rest.

Humming, I dropped my school bag on the couch and pulled my hair out of its ponytail. The moment I felt it hit my shoulders, a sigh of relief left my lips. Pretty soon, the glasses were off as well. I put my phone on the charger, leaving it there for a bit to let it charge before walking into the kitchen. "What to eat, what to eat," I mumbled softly to myself as I fumbled around in the fridge. Normally, I would just order something from Papa John's, but I didn't really feel like spending money. Finally settling on strawberries and pineapple slices, I closed the fridge and walked into the living room. I turned my phone on once I sat down, figuring my phone was charged enough, and was immediately bomb barred with 19 phone calls and 57 messages. Each and every single one from one person, Sidney.

Chuckling, I quickly scanned through the messages and listened to the voice mails she sent. I knew she was pissed at me. I haven't called or texted her since I moved. It's not like I meant to. It's just I haven't been paying any attention.

Oh well, she'll live.

Settling back on the couch, I began watching some random Asian drama I happened to find on Netflix. I don't know when or how, but I managed to fall in love with them. The one I'm watching now is about this man creating a group consisting of 3 girls and 2 boys.

Just as episode two started, my phone started ringing. I quickly glanced down and saw Sid's name. Rolling my eyes, I answered. "Indigo Collin's phone. How may I help you?"

"Yes. I would like a twenty-page essay on why I shouldn't kill you. I want it on my desk by tomorrow morning." Her voice mumbled into my ear, causing a grin to appear on my face. Sidney is that one best friend to threaten you whenever something doesn't go her way.

"Well, let me start with I'm sorry. My phone died. I didn't know until my dad picked me up. Anyways, what time are you coming to pick me up?" I asked, pressing pause on the show. "About that. I'm gonna have to cancel tonight. I have some business to tend to. We'll go tomorrow. Promise."

Groaning, I laid my head back on the chair and rubbed my face. "Sidney, you know I can't wait until tomorrow. I contacted the place yesterday letting them know I'll be there tonight. We can't just not show up." Sidney was silent for a while before speaking. "How about you just go there by yourself? No one knows what you really look like, right? You can easily go in by yourself and not have to deal with much trouble." Lord knows how much I wanted to disagree with her. I wanted to so bad, but she was right. No one knows who the real Indigo Collins is.

I sighed in defeat before responding. "Fine, but you have to come tomorrow. Can't cancel on me again." I could tell she was smiling. "Deal. I'll be there at 10 tomorrow." Sid and I went on to talk for another two hours before we decided to hang up. It left me 2 more hours to relax. Yawning, I laid down on the couch and pressed play on the show. I lay there for the next hour and a half just watching the show. I would have watched longer but it kinda ended. I hated that some k-dramas don't have more seasons. For example, Strong Woman, Do Bong Soon needs a second season. I want to see what happens with her daughters.

I quickly checked the time and groaned, noticing that I had to get ready. Grumbling about how unfortunate it was that I had to go by myself, I rolled off the couch and my way towards the stairs. "And the torture begins." 28 minutes later, I took a quick look at myself. I still couldn't believe the sight that was in front of me. My hair was no longer blonde, but matte black. My skin had this bright tint to it compared to the pale skin I had years ago. My lips looked plump and juicy thanks to the lip gloss I had spread across them not less than two minutes ago. My eyes, oh my eyes, looked beautiful. No one knew this but I have a speck of green in my eyes. It's faint and I don't really boast about it. But now, I could really see it. God, it is really beautiful.

I glanced over at the clock and smiled softly. I had finished getting ready right on time. Swiftly, I grabbed my keys off of my dresser and began making my way down the stairs. Just as I was about to walk out of the house, my phone began to ring. "Indigo Collins speaking," I answered. "Hey, can you leave your key under the mat outside? I'm getting off late so Vi's friend brother is gonna drop her off."

Looking down at my keys, I left the phone pressed against my ear and shoulder as I began pulling the house key off. "Doesn't Vi have her own key or did she lose it?" I grumbled, walking out of the house and locking the door. I could hear my dad chuckle while moving around. "Yeah. She said it broke off her keychain at school today." Chuckling, I placed the key under the mat. "Makes sense. Anyways, I'll see you in the morning, dad. Love you." He mumbled his quick goodbye then hung up the phone. The garage door opened, revealing a motorcycle and a Dodge Charger. "What to pick, what to pick," I mumbled, running my forefinger across the car. "Next time, girl." I patted the car before turning towards the bike. "Hello, beautiful." Grinning from ear to ear, I sat down and kicked the kickstand up. I placed the key into the ignition and turned it, earning a pleased purr from my bike.

Humming softly, I grabbed the helmet and placed it on my head before driving out of the garage. The door closed once I was on the driveway. I was getting ready to leave when a black Ford truck stopped in front of my house. Raising an eyebrow, I put the kickstand down and slid off the bike. "See you tomorrow, Violet." The driver spoke as the door before him opened and out came my little sister. "Bye!" She waved as she began walking towards the door. Once she noticed I was there, she stopped and smiled. "I thought you would have been gone by now."

"I was actually getting ready to leave. Since you're here, I'm gonna take my house key, okay?" Vi nodded and walked towards the door. I eyed the truck for a minute before looking at Vi as she handed me the key back. "Here you go. See you in the morning."

She gave me a quick hug before running off into the house. I walked back to my bike and climbed on. "Aye girl, where you heading?"

I looked back to the truck, noticing the person behind the wheel. He looked familiar but I couldn't put my tongue on it. "It doesn't matter," I responded as I kicked the kickstand and drove out the parking lot. Of course, the truck followed me. I don't know if it's because they were heading in the same direction or if they were actually following me. Either way, I just wanted the truck to leave.

Sighing, I stopped at a red light and flipped the lid up on my helmet. The truck rolled up next to me not long after. When the window rolled down, I couldn't help but cringe.

Marcus watched me for a moment before turning to say something to his buddies. "Why don't we just turn back around so you can drop your bike off and ride with us?" He asked, a smirk appearing on his face. It soon disappeared when he noticed the disgust that was showing through my eyes. "I wouldn't ride with you even if the bottom of my feet were bleeding. I would deeply appreciate it if you leave me alone now." I grumbled as I slid the lid back over my eyes. "No need to be a bitch." One of his friends commented, causing a scoff to leave my lips.

And our society wonders why women aren't attracted to men nowadays.

"Your lost, baby girl." Marcus shrugged as the window rolled up. The light soon turned green and his truck pulled away. Words couldn't describe how happy I was to see that he wasn't heading the same way I was. Maybe he was going to some lame high school party I heard about today. Maybe he was going to go drive into a lake. It didn't matter to me as long as I wouldn't see his face again.

Almost 30 minutes later, I managed to make it to the club. It wasn't as packed as I expected but it was still pretty packed. There was even a line outside filled with people itching to get inside of the building. I, on the other hand, didn't have to wait in line. Since I called the owner ahead of time, he put me on the VIP list.

"Name." The bouncer asked -more like demanded- as I walked up to him. "Indigo Collins," I responded. He glanced at the list before running his pen against the paper then opening the door. "You're number 5." He spoke before slamming the door shut once I was inside. Remember how I said it wasn't as packed as I expected? Well, my eyes clearly deceived me. From wall to wall, people were pushed up against each other yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs. Don't even get me started on how it looked like some of the girls were using this to their advantage to push their silicone pumped butts against some drunken 40-year-old. The smell of booze-filled the air. The number of drinks that were in the air or in a hand was insane.

If it weren't for the metal cage placed in the middle of the room, I'm pretty sure that more people would already be inside. Inside the cage, two men circled each other. One was bruised and bloody whom looked like they were getting ready to lose to the other who stood there untouched. To the trained eye, they would clearly see that the bloody man had the fight in his hand. The other man wobbled when he took a step toward his opponent. One more hit and he would be out like a light.

Pulling my sight away from the fight, I made my way towards the back room. Just like the main room, it was packed with people. These people were at a table making their bets for the current fight and the upcoming fights. When the night begins, the owner releases information on the fighters. I pretty much knew that no one placed a bet on me. I happened to be one of the first females to fight in this club.

"Excuse me," I mumbled as I pushed my way through the crowd of people. Somehow, I managed to make it to the table. The owner looked up at me and smiled. "Indigo, you made it. Come, follow me." He stood up and began walking further to the back. I turned and looked back at the worker that now sat alone at the table. She looked like she was going to blow a fuse at any moment and sadly, I wouldn't be here to see it.

Quickly, I ran behind the owner to catch up to him. "This is going to be your room from now on. This is going to be where you train and get ready for matches. Tonight is your first night and normally, I would be showing you everything but considering it's fight night, you need to change. You fight in 15 minutes. Do whatever you need but stay here until it's your turn to fight. If you need anything, press this button and ask for Rodney. Got it?"

I nodded my head and sat my bag down on the floor. "Good." Rodney smiled and opened his mouth to say something but stopped when someone ran into the room. "Rod, Tiffany is fighting again." Rodney sighed before waving the person away. "I better go get my wife. She has a really bad temper and tends to lash out when betting happens."Giving me one last smile, Rodney ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Once I was sure that no one was coming to the room, I locked it and began to get ready. It didn't take long considering all I had to do was change clothes and take off the little bit of makeup I did have on. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and bounced around a bit. I did that for a few minutes before I heard someone knocking at the door. "Rodney?"

"Last time I checked, my name wasn't Rodney." A rough voice responded from the other side of the door. "Well, until I know your name, I'm not opening the door," I replied, placing my hands on my hips. The man grunted as he tried to turn the knob. Jokes on him.

"If I tell you my name, are you really going to open the door?" He asked, no longer messing with the door. "Nope." I popped the 'p' and went back to stretching. "Damn females." He mumbled. I soon heard more voices and realized that he didn't come alone. The rest of the fighters probably came to see who this female was.

"Guys, leave the lady alone? Also, don't hurt her too badly. She is a lady after all." A new voice spoke out, earning a few laughs from the other guys. I held back a grunt and walked to the door. Quickly, I unlocked it and opened it, revealing about 9 buff dudes. "Who knew you meatheads were sexist? If I was worried about being hurt, I wouldn't have come. Now, get the hell away from my door." All 9 men looked at me for a few seconds before letting out a roar of laughter. "She's so cute." The rough voice laughed out, placing his arm across my shoulder. "Forget fighting. How about you come to my room and I help you with that anger problem?" I rolled my eyes before grabbing onto his crotch and squeezing it. Hard.

I had to stop myself from laughing at his face. His eyes looked like they were getting ready to pop out of his head. The other guys stepped up and I turned to them, tightening my grip. "I wouldn't step closer if I were you. Your buddy here could lose his chance to have children." They stepped back, sending their friend a pitying look.

"Now, you." I turned back to the man. "For you to be, what, 36 years old, hitting on me is disgusting and disturbing. If I wasn't worried about getting kicked out my first night, I would beat you so bad that you forget your own name. Don't say nothing else to me, got it?"

I let go of his junk and he fell down on the ground groaning in pain. "See you later, guys." I sent a smile to the rest of the guys before going back inside my room, locking the door once more.

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"He's everyone's favorite to hate. He makes the ladies run for the hills whenever they see him. Standing at 6'1 and weighing 267lbs of pure muscle, THE MUNCHER!" Everyone began to boo as my opponent ran into the cage. I'm pretty sure he's standing around looking smug as if he knew he won the match. "His opponent is a new face to this club. She's the first female to fight here as well. Standing at 5'6 and weighing 155lbs, Destroyer! She may be short compared to The Muncher, but she's a small ball of pure fire." The crowd didn't cheer nor boo. They didn't know how to react. I was just thankful for the loud music blaring or it would have been silent.

I walked into the cage and looked around. The crowd gawked at me, trying their best to see who would win. I could already tell they think this Muncher dude would win. Some even looked like they were getting ready to plan my funeral. Muncher looked at me and started laughing. "Why did you guys allow home cleaner in here?" Okay. I was gonna try and go easy on him but now he wants to be sexist. There are things that I let go but comments like that deserve to be beaten down.

"Here are the rules. There are three rounds. Each round is 15 minutes. You will keep fighting unless someone gets KO. No weapons. No kicks above the waist. Shake hands." The ref held his hand out to use. Muncher scoffed before walking to his side. So, he wanted to be like that? I walked to my side, listening to everyone yelling. People that bet on Muncher yelled for him to destroy me. It was faint but I heard someone screaming for me to win, that they depended on me for the money. Well, whoever you are, you better thank me for all you're about to win.

"Kiss your pretty little face goodbye." Muncher announced just as the bell rang. He walked towards me trying his best to find a weakness. His eyes soon landed on my legs and I knew what ran through his mind. As soon as we were close enough, he threw a fist toward my side. I quickly blocked it as he swung his leg down under me. I jumped back just a bit before throwing a punch into his gut.

He grunted, holding his gut, and glared at me. "So you wanna play?" He growled as he ran towards me. I moved to the side and brought my knee up to his stomach. Muncher landed on the ground coughing. "You b***h!" He grabbed onto my leg and pulled me down to the ground. When my back landed on the ground, his fist connected with my side, knocking the breath out of my lungs.

The roars of the crowd grew when they noticed Muncher was on top of me. Too bad for them. Locking my legs around his waist, I flipped us over so that I was on top of him. The crowd's cheering died down as my fists pounded against his face. His grunting and moving around started to slow down. I only stopped punching him when I heard the bell. I stood up and noticed it was silent. The crowd wasn't cheering and there was no music playing. "Get up!" His coach yelled.

The ref began counting down from 15. With each second passing, his coach tried less and less to wake him up. When the ref said one, a group of guys ran into the ring and picked up Muncher. "Ladies and gents, here's your winner. Destroyer!"