𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 || 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚊𝚙

Chap 01

" ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀsᴛs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ,
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ "

   ꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

"Nick Armstrong" Ms. Jansen screams after I let my head fall down and my eyes close. I groan as I lift up my once comfortable head and look at the small Asian woman. "Wake up. You're about to graduate next month and here you are, falling asleep in class"

I roll my eyes, "Ms. Jansen. With all due respect, it doesn't matter if I graduate or not. I'm not in the top of my classes and I'm not even going to college next year. Your points are irrelevant in my life," I recite. The class snickers and a smirk forms on my lips.

"You're not even going to form a family, Mr.Armstrong?"

I think about it. A girl? To spend the rest of my life with? Sounds like a pretty stupid idea, but I'm sure I'll end up doing it because I'm full of idiotic ideas. Girls are usually just there to spend the time with, though. Not to take seriously.

After all, Paige from 8th grade cheated on me and if that's not a sign of women being atrocious, I don't know what is. "I'm not sure. And if I were to, she'd be a rich model," I smile. The boys in the class nod their heads in agreement as the girls roll their eyes at me.

"Well Mr.Armstrong. Rich models will not want to go after a boy with straight D's"

I roll my eyes and continue taking the notes when she starts talking again. Math is no use to me so why do I have to take it? Stupid American academic system.

There's no point in trying because everyone just views me as the stupid class clown anyways. No one takes me seriously and no one will help me graduate anyways. I'm failing and that's that.

* Natalia POV*

"Ow!" I squeak as I'm pushed into a locker, banging my arm. Being 5"4 has never been fun. Sadly, I'm only a junior so there's another year to go. I walk into my maths class, taking a seat in the back.

I don't like to be considered a nerd, but I happen to be pretty smart, luckily. "Natalia Marquez!" My friend Paige shouts as she walks in. I look up and smile at her. Technically we aren't best friends, but we're close to that.

I don't have a best friend because I feel that's a tricky title to obtain.

She sits down beside me, a huge smile on her face. "Guess who asked me to prom next week!" She squeals. I raise an eyebrow in expectation. "Clay!!"

I roll my eyes. Clay seems like an awful guy, I'm my opinion. "You want to go with him?" I ask with a little bit of disgust. I don't like to see my friends hurt, especially Paige. She looks at me like I'm insane.

"Of course I do, wouldn't you? He's like one of the most popular guys at school" she says gleefully.

Paige is a pretty , blonde white girl who's slightly taller than me. Her green eyes look at me with joy and confusion. Sometimes she's vain, but that doesn't mean she's a bad friend. "Just don't get hurt, please" I plead.

She shakes her head, "stop judging him, Nat. You don't know him," she rolls her eyes. I glare at her. I know what I'm talking about and I'm not going to stop warning her, no matter how mad she gets.

"Don't you remember what happened to Jasmine?" I ask her in a hushed tone as the class started.

"That was just a rumor," Paige snaps at me. I throw my arms up in protest, but don't shake away my anxiety for her. "Why do you wanna ruin this for me?!" She says in anger.