All Chapters of Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Third Person POV "Caleb just asked the nerd on a date," Cindy reported to Olivia with a sneer on her face. The words slipped from her glossy lips like venom, each syllable dripping with malice. Her fingers drummed against the sticky table surface, the sound barely audible above the pounding music that vibrated through the floor and into their bones."How do you know?" Olivia asked, her forehead furrowing even as the hateful look remained in her face towards Deborah. The ice cubes in her drink clinked together as her hand trembled with barely contained fury. The sweet scent of her strawberry cocktail mixed with the heavy perfume she'd doused herself in, creating a cloying cloud around their table."I can read lips," Cindy replied in the same menacing tone. With her eyes still on Caleb and Deborah, she leaned forward, her breath warm against Olivia's ear, carrying the sharp tang of vodka and mint gum. The disco ball overhead cast fractured rainbows across her face, making her eyes glit

Third Person POV A triumphant smile appeared on Olivia's face as Deborah's hand reached for the cup. Her pulse quickened with anticipation, and she could taste the sweet satisfaction of victory on her tongue. The cold glass felt smooth against her palm, while her fingers tightened around it like a weapon ready to be deployed."Actually, I think I'm okay," Deborah said with a smile as she felt it was much better to fix her drink by herself no matter how thirsty she was. Her throat felt parched from dancing, but something in her gut warned her to be careful. The words came out steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest.Olivia's smile disappeared from her face in an instant, but before she could say anything else a commotion broke out behind Olivia. The sharp crash of someone dropping a tray of glasses echoed through the room, followed by scattered gasps and nervous laughter. The sound it made was so loud that Olivia and her minions turned to look behind them to see what it was. T

Deborah's POVThe next Monday, as I walked into the school in one of the clothes Maya and Alex had bought with Liam's card, the atmosphere felt different. The soft fabric of my new blouse whispered against my skin with each step, a gentle reminder of how much had changed over the weekend. Even though I had my glasses back on as I had removed the contacts I wore that night, the wire frames felt lighter somehow, like they weren't weighing me down anymore.The morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the main hallway, casting golden rectangles across the polished linoleum floor. Students moved around me in their usual Monday morning shuffle, but something was distinctly different about the way they looked at me. The familiar scent of floor wax and teenage cologne hung in the air, mixed with the faint aroma of breakfast sandwiches from the cafeteria.It didn't feel like I was the ignored loser Olivia and her minions had made me to feel in the past weeks, it now felt all different.

Third Person POV "Mister Hall, you said you'll pay back your debts today," Steve said with a stern voice as soon as Caleb walked out of the gym. His dark sunglasses reflected the harsh afternoon light, making it impossible to see his eyes beneath the black lenses. The words cut through the humid air like a blade, sharp and final. Steve's voice carried the weight of authority that came from working for someone like Mr. Lucas Ross, a man whose reputation preceded him in the underground gambling circles.The smell of fresh asphalt from the parking lot mixed with the lingering scent of sweat that clung to Caleb's clothes. Students walked by in the distance, their voices creating a backdrop of normalcy that felt almost surreal given the tension crackling in the air around them.Even though Caleb had walked out of the gym because he had sighted Steve coming towards him to look for him in the gym, Caleb backed away in an attempt to run away from him, but Tommy stood behind him blocking the

Liam's POV "Alright. Fine," I replied, knowing fully well that I have to hold my end of the bargain. The words came out rougher than I intended, my voice catching slightly in my throat. The afternoon light streaming through her window seemed brighter now, making everything in the room feel more vivid, more intense. "What do you need to know? Apart from the whole smokey eye thing or whatever?" I asked. My hands felt restless against the soft fabric of her comforter, and I could smell the faint scent of fabric softener mixed with her perfume that seemed to cling to everything in the room."Well," she started, her smile returning on her face as she dipped her hands into the back pocket of her skirt. The movement was graceful, and I found myself watching the way the fitted fabric moved with her body, the way her hair caught the light as she bent slightly forward. "Which underwear? Red or white?" she asked as she brought out two panties that looked like a sling shot, holding one on each h