Page 40 of Talk Nerdy To Me
A familiar fucker is dancing with Britt, and she’s smiling and laughing as she dances with him like they’re friends. At least I hope it’s a friendly dance.
She has had zero friends come over. She has also mentioned zero friends.
Then I realize why the dick is familiar.
“Oh, that tights-wearing, level-one, squire douche, nerd-girl-chasing son of a bitch,” I say as I start stalking forward.
“What the hell kind of insult was that?” I hear Sticks asking as I start working my way through the crowd.
I crack my neck to the side when Britt decides to turn into a damn vixen and shakes her ass in a way a virgin shouldn’t be allowed to move. It’s simply not fucking fair to those of us trying not to be a total douchebag.
I decide Level-One Tights-Wearing Squire Boy is officially my least favorite person when he grabs her hips and drags her ass toward his crotch.
Probably not a good sign that I’m getting disconcertingly murderous just because some other guy is touching my friend.
