All Chapters of The Nerd Can Fight: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I woke up fairly late the next day to the pleasant chirping of birds. Ha. I wish. I woke up to the yelling of the boys. I groaned and cursed the barbarians. Couldn’t they just let me sleep in peace for once? I stretched on my bed, my body feeling sore everywhere. My back started cramping up while I was rolling on the bed, making me immediately stop stretching. I went into the bathroom with a set of fresh clothes to change into after washing myself. I quickly brushed my teeth and got out of my room. The voices were getting louder, as if the two of them were trying to out-scream each other; which was ridiculous. I thought these people were supposed to be adults. “People! Shut up!” I screamed at the top of my lungs when I finally found them. They were standing in the middle of the living room, facing each other off. Adam’s finger was digging into Preston’s chest as if he was trying to push the point he was tryin

It was safe to say that I was not emotionally stable the night that I was supposed to fight. But I don’t really have a choice, do I? I was standing right beside the stairs that led to the fighting ring, the crowd’s roars ringing in my ears. It repulsed me how excited they were to watch such violence and it repulsed me even more when I remembered I was providing them that entertainment. It made my stomach churn but I quickly got a grip of myself. I’ve made the decision that I can’t let myself get killed. Too much was at stake. I was so close to having my family and all the people I love within safety. I just needed to beat Cole. But I have to climb my way up that ladder first; by fighting every guy I have to fight to get there. I needed to do whatever it took. Anyone who took a good look at me would see how unstable I was. The scorning looks I got from the woman who called me out from the dressing room was proof of that. Sh

I’m no saint when it comes to how I treat the environment. I’m no tree hugger.I don’t always recycle well.I pick at leaves sometimes. But I’ve never thrown trash anywhere else but the trashcan. I’ve never cut down any tree.I’ve never burnt trash. So, I really don’t understand why the universe hates me so much. It wasn’t like I committed some deadly crime that can end the world. I mean, seriously, you have got to be kidding me. The irony of this situation is unreal. She’s the ex of my dead brother and then there’s Preston, someone who just told me I was basically his little sister, dating her. God, why does the universe hates me so much? What did I ever do to it? I took cautious steps towards her. I honestly had enough shit on my plate right now. If she was about wants to start a public drama, I’ll just walk out of this place before she could even utter a single word b

I passed Jerry on the way out of the living room and immediately ran to him, seeking for a much needed hug. His face broke into a concerned one and he wrapped his arms around my trembling body. I haven’t seen him since I got here but I was relieved that he was there when I was about to have a melt-down. He had been a father figure to me and I probably needed that the most right now. “Oh Case, I’m so sorry.” Jerry whispered in a broken voice that mirrored how I felt. I simply shook my head as I kept my face pressed to his chest. The pain was too much and I felt like I was going to burst. I felt myself being pulled to the direction of the kitchen and he sat me down on one of the stools under the kitchen counter. “Tell me what’s wrong,” Jerry coaxed, sitting down on the stool next to mine. He raised his arm to hug me sideways and I leaned on him, not knowing where to start. “You told me, when I mad

After dinner that night, my parents completely avoided talking about Adam or anything that had anything to do with him. I appreciated their efforts in tiptoeing around the topic but I was afraid that their efforts were made in vain. Ever since I met Kiara, everything that reminded me of him seemed to be amplified. I find myself laying down on my bed awake at night thinking of how things could’ve gone differently. I’ve had school to occupy me at times during the week from the crap surrounding my life at the moment but that was temporary. The second I finish all my assignments, there was nothing keeping my brain busy. Sunday came by quickly and sooner than I realized, I was driving my parents to the airport once again to send them off to their next trip. My dear mother was in the backseat, crying softly saying how much she misses her baby and complaining about how much she’s starting to hate the airport. When we got to the airport