"Hey! Four eyes!"
You flinched at the nickname but you grit your teeth and tightened your hold on your books, determined not to look at him. Grin and bear it, as your mother used to say.
"Hey, four eyes! I'm talking to you!"
God, why couldn't he just leave you alone?! You saw all the girls in your class fangirl over that jerk, though you didn't understand why at all. Sure, he was Canadian, but what differance did that make?
God, how you hated him. You hated that stupid, shit eating grin of his, that stupid Canadian accent, and his stupid I'm better than you attitude. To top it all off, he felt the need to bully you constantly and remind you why you were part of the unpopular crowd. Oh yes, you loathed him, and you were starting to get sick of his bullshit.
You felt a hand slam down on your shoulder and you whipped around, your patience wearing thin. Sure enough, you came face-to-face with jock Matthew Williams and his usual goddamn grin, long blond hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. "What is it?" You asked in your most cool and collected voice; you always tried to be polite, even to cocky jerks like him.
"You're a nerd, I'm sure you did last night's math homework." He held his hand out expectantly. "Give me yours, I need to copy it."
You raised your eyebrows. "And why would I do that?"
He leaned against the lockers, his arms crossed over his broad chest and his deep purple eyes, barely visible behind black aviator sunglasses, narrowed. "You do realize I can beat the shit out of you, right?"
If this was the anime universe, you were certain you'd have an irk mark the size of mount Rushmore. That was it. You were officially done with this guy! Day after day he teased you and constantly tried to bring you down, simply because of your straight A's. Well, you were sick of it and you weren't going to let him treat you like shit anymore. Politness be damned, you were going to show him up for once!
Whatever the Canadian expected to here, it certainly wasn't that. "What did you say?"
"No." You repeated, a little louder this time, grabbing the front of his hoodie. "I'm sick of doing all your work for you! Yeah, I'm a nerd, so what? That doesn't make it OK for you to treat me like shit!" With that said, you released your grip and stormed away, pissed but somewhat satisfied.
Matthew Williams just stood there, watching your retreating figure with shocked eyes.
He, honestly, didn't think you had it in you to say such things. This is _____ he was talking about, the nerd with coke bottle glasses who never talked and always read in the school library.
The nerd he had a crush on.
Matthew's cheeks felt hot just thinking about it. Yeah, he had a crush on you, so what? He thought you were pretty cute, and he actually liked how bookwormy you were.
Swiftly lighting up a cigorette, the Canadian looked at your barely visible figure with a wistfull look in his eyes.
It was a shame you hated him.