106 - encountering a "pick me" girl

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A/N: a new series. To overcome the obsessiveness of the "pick me" girl and find love with Finn, the most popular guy in school.

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A pick me girl by urban dictionary definition is a girl who goes out of their way to impress boys and make them seem that they're "one of the boys" kind of like a simp and seek constant validation and attention from guys. Didn't think I was gonna encounter one on my first day at a new school.

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I was having the new day feels. Butterflies, sweaty palms, flushed cheeks, shyness, anxiety etcetc. My dad got a new job in a new state. It was something I was used to already, never being able to stay in one place for over 6 months. I thought I would've been used to being the new girl instead of feeling so nervous every time I started over. But I took it as a fresh start. A new opportunity to be better.

First class of the day; human biology.

I arrived a few minutes before the bell to an already busy classroom. Conversations were buzzing throughout the classroom. I quietly took a seat in the front while a group circled my seatmate to my right. I immediately felt eyes on me as they probably wondered who I was. I bought out my textbook and essential writing tools before the bell rang. Right on time.

Rapid footsteps enter the classroom followed by, "I'm here guys. I know you missed me. Jake, we down for the skate park after school? I bought my skateboard."

She's obnoxiously loud. It was slightly annoying and I don't even know the girl.

A pair of airforce1 sneakers stop by my desk as I look up from the shoes to meet who belonged to them. A girl. In an oversized hoodie and trackpants.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" She asks, pressing her lips together to form a non-genuine smile.

"(Y/N). (Y/F/N)," I reply.

"Well, (Y/N)," she says, pressing her hands together while that 'smile' was still on her face, "please move, that's my seat."

I furrow my eyebrows, "I'm sorry?"

"I said that's my seat. Geez, are you deaf? Finn, do you see this?" She says gesturing her hand towards me while looking at the seatmate to my right. I look over and make eye contact with him. Finn. Cute name for a cute guy. Fluffy cloud-like hair and deep brown eyes. Maybe this school isn't too bad in terms of guys.

But.. this girl. She's something else.

He smirks at me and looks back at the girl, "yeah, I see it."

She laughs even though Finn's lack of care wasn't even that funny, "you're so funny Finn."

I scrunch my face from the cringe she was projecting and decide to settle the matter, "I'm sorry. I heard you but you weren't here to claim this desk. I didn't see your bag or anything."

"You're new so let me break this down for you. Look around you..." and I did. Around me were all guys, good-looking guys. I chose a good seat, "these are MY boys. Not yours. They're my group and I always sit with them."

She speaks about them like they're her property and they don't seem to care. But the reason is why? Because she would've been kicked out a long time ago if I had to deal with this girl on a daily basis.

"Sorry, I don't make the rules around here. First come, first served. I'm sure they taught you that in kindergarten."

She scoffs, "okay, why don't you die down the desperation because you obviously want to be part of the boys so badly but you can't because you're too much of a girly-girl. Why don't you go paint your nails or something?" She laughs but no one joined in because it obviously wasn't that funny, "Aidan, wasn't that hilarious? Did you hear what I said?" Her laughter dies down. 

And I'm sure she had more to say if the teacher hadn't walked in.

"Jessica Smith, I would've expected you to be seated by now. There's one in the back. Please help yourself."

"But sir, the new girl is in my seat!" She whines.

"Ah yes, the new girl. (Y/F/N) right? I've heard a lot about you from the faculty staff. I have very high expectations from you and I'm sure you'll fit in just fine," I smile as a reply and his attention turns to Jessica, "Miss Smith, I won't ask you again to take your seat."

She admits defeat and stomps to the back of the class, taking her seat with much despise.

"Today in human biology, our first unit is on the endocrine system, followed by the reproductive system--"

A sudden laugh erupts in the classroom, catching everyone by surprise as all heads turn to the back of the class, "the reproductive system?! Like dicks and pussies and stuff? Am I right boys?" But she was ignored.

"Miss Smith, if you can't be mature in my class I suggest you switch to a different unit," the teacher scolds.

Small snickers can be heard here and there as the attention is back on the teacher, "as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we will be learning about the reproductive system and how it intertwines with the endocrine system. Can anyone name the structure which has the function of releasing the hormones or regulating the homeostasis of our body?"

Everyone stays silent as I hesitantly raise my hand, "yes, Miss (L/N)."

"The hypothalamus."

"That is correct."

"NERD!!" A familiar voice from the back shouts rudely.

"Miss Smith, I will not tell you again or else the headmaster can deal with you."

Once again, snickers throughout the room.

The teacher turns his back to write something on the whiteboard and a piece of paper lands on my desk from Finn.

I look at him but he asks as if nothing happened but a sneaky smile said otherwise. I could hear small conversations and snickers from around me, from the boys.

I open it carefully with my eyes still on the teacher as I look down to read it;
Sorry about Jess. I'm Finn, let's be friends (Y/N).



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