The Nerd DJ

*Claire’s Point of View*---The loud and annoying alarm clock woke me up from my blissful sleep. And I sat up on my bed and stretched my arms.Sh*t, another Monday. I'm not too fond of school, but I have no other choice. If I want to have a promising future and go to college, I should withstand that hell hole.Then I got out of my bed and went to the bathroom to take a warm shower to get ready for another long week."Morning, Mom." I greeted my mother, who's sipping coffee on her mug while she's reading some newspaper."Good morning too, Claire. Why have a scowling face so early on a Monday morning?" She greeted me and then asked me as she puts her newspaper on the table."Well, it's another school day, Mom. I will be missing my bed, and of course, I will miss you too." I replied as I sat down on my chair, and I took a sip of my favorite chocolate drink that she prepared. I just love chocolate, but I love my mom more."Okay, just call me if you need anything

*Samantha’s Point of View*---"Sam, do you think that Claire has a boyfriend or a girlfriend already?" Becca asked me curiously, and I frowned upon hearing it.Yeah, what if she has already? No, she should not have any."Hey, Becca, you're only making Sam upset again," Morgan answered her twin, who is sitting on the edge of the bed."No, I'm just thinking if... what if she has already and they're living together, and you know." She stated, and I glared at her; Then she just shrugged her shoulders.We are currently here at the twins' condominium unit and having a meeting slash girl bonding."Seriously, Becca? You're not helping the situation here." Charlie butted in and took a bite of her green apple."Well, I'm just stating some opinions here. Like, come on, when did we see her being picked up by a car before? Not just a car, but a luxurious blue Jaguar C-X75." Becca stated, and yes, she got the point there.Red never rides a car going to school or going

*Samantha’s Point of View*---It's been two freaking weeks that I am avoiding Red, and it is so freaking lonely for me. But I know that it's for the better. I just have done many unpleasant things to her since we were little. And she deserves to have friends here at school, and she deserves to live a peaceful school life.Sh*t, I'm feeling so out of the world. It's like I don't want to wake up every morning. I don't want to hang out with the girls. I just wanted to f*cking die. I am so f*cked up. What's with that nerd that I can't get her off my mind and my heart?When we're still in elementary school, I was really obsessed with her. Damn, I even begged my mom if I could bring her home. But Mom said no, for she will be mad at me and her parents will also be mad at me.So, what I did was... I got angry. And from that moment on, I make things that can make her cry. I’m just so stupid way back then. Well, until now, I guess. Definitely.She's just so irresistible and

*Claire’s Point of View*---As I am spinning here on stage, I saw familiar faces of people who are dancing on the dance floor.These are the girls. I can't possibly be wrong. It's really them. But I can only see Charlie, Becca, and Morgan. I wonder if Samantha is here too. And how the heck did they get inside the club?While the music is blasting inside, I just hope for one thing... That the girls won't recognize me.Sh*t! I really don't know what will happen if they find out. But I will still sing for the final time. Geez, they shouldn't be in here. How the f*ck did they get in this place anyway? It's freaking far, and they are still minors. And for the nerd's sake, how am I gonna hide myself? Will I just let them know? Damn it!I roamed my eyes around, looking for the blonde, and fortunately, she is with Cassidy at the back.---It's finally for my final performance. And I'm so freaking nervous, and it's because she is here.Damn, stay calm, Claire. Jus

*Claire’s Point of View* --- My right cheek still stings from her slap. Damn, being a cheerleader really helped her to be so strong. And thank goodness that she is not a volleyball player. As I was about to put on my helmet, I heard someone scream for help. And there's no doubt that it's Sammy's voice. Well, I just loved to call her that. Then I hurried to where the voice came from, and it was near a tree at the club's parking space where a blue old pick-up truck was parked. What is she doing out here? I just knew that it's her voice, and I can also hear some men talking to her. I went near them, and when I saw them, my heart started beating fast. There are three ba