Teach Me How to Be Bad

Chapter 1

"Class, I am not pleased with these test results. We spent weeks preparing. I expected better from you. Only one person in all of my hours scored 100%. I think you all kno-"

Mrs. Brigg's rant was cut short from one of the boys sitting in the back, "Yes, we all know it was Jane. Surprise surprise."

A little annoyed, Mrs. Briggs continued, "Why yes Randy, she did score 100%. Maybe you would too if you didn't spend the whole hour flirting with Sarah."

A blush appeared on Sarah's cheeks and I immediately felt bad. It's not her fault that idiot has had a crush on her since 2nd grade.

Mrs. Briggs began passing back our calculus tests. Every once in a while I would hear a quiet whimper or sound of distress from around the room.

I guess everyone did do horrible which confuses me. I thought it was one of the easiest lessons of the year so far, and we did spend a long time reviewing.

I do feel this way quite often though. School has always been super easy, even all of the advanced or AP classes I have taken. I'm classified as the school's brightest student, and also biggest nerd.

While everyone is out having fun and living it up at parties, I'm the one at home doing something unextraordinary like reading a book.

It doesn't bother me though, being considered a dork. I know that one day I will be out of high school and in the real world where my brain has the power to take me far. But until then I am stuck getting my books and folders shoved out of my hands.

I guess the one flaw of being so smart is that everyone expects me to be perfect. If I get a 95% on a test people look at me like I'm some huge failure. My pedestal is set so high that I can't make mistakes. Jane Stevens doesn't make mistakes.

I think what everyone forgets is that, in the end I'm just a normal teenager going through the motions.

After another 20 minutes of listening to Mrs. Briggs piss and moan over the test, the bell finally rings.

Thank God.

After calculus comes lunch, which I am very excited for. I mean honestly, what high school student doesn't love lunch.

I start heading to my locker when all of a sudden a foot appears in front of my own two feet. Maybe someone without the coordination of an infant would be able to recover, but not me. No, I make a large scene as I tumble down and drop my binder, causing papers to fly all over the hallway.

Before I hit the ground, someone tall and hard catches my fall. He smells good too, just saying. I look up to thank who ever saved me from flattening my face and see that it is none other than Grayson Peterson, aka the Crest Water High's bad boy.

"I-uh.. sorry" I mutter. I've never really been all that much of a social butterfly, so when resting in the arms of one of the hottest guys to be born, like ever, my mind becomes quite the haze.

"It's fine" he replies uninterestedly and walks away.

I sigh, and begin to pick up my papers. As I do, I have to crouch and maneuver through people's legs. Yeah, not a fun time.

Just another day in paradise, right?
<<><><>>

After what seems like forever, I finally make it to the cafeteria. Amazing, I know.

I head over to my familiar lunch table and greet my two best friends, Amanda and Katie.

Amanda is a blonde bombshell. She's gorgeous, smart, and a total guy magnet. Why she hangs around me and Katie is a mystery in itself. Before we became friends, I thought she was just another one of those snobby popular girls. Turns out she is a really awesome person and really doesn't care what other people think about her-it's one of her best qualities.

Katie on the other hand is a polar opposite of Amanda. Although she is quite pretty, Katie isn't what one would call "the sharpest knife in the drawer" if you get what I'm saying. She is into heavy metal and inch thick eyeliner- not literally but pretty close. Despite her grungy appearance, Katie is a total animal lover. She is all about going green and saving the environment too. But one thing about Katie, is that she does NOT, I repeat NOT, handle anyone's crap.

"Hey guys" I greet them with a small smile.

"Jane, I'm so glad you are here! I have to tell you something!" Amanda screams from across the table.

I just look at her expectantly before she starts blabbing. "You know Tim Harris, right?" I nod. "Well he asked me out this Saturday in French class!"

"Amanda, he is a total douche. Why would you waste your time with that slime ball?" Katie chimes in. Another thing about Katie, she has no trust in the male species. Ever since Carson Smith broke her heart sophomore year, she has never been the same.

A little offended, Amanda replies, "Uh, you don't know him, Katie. He is actually really sweet to me."

Lunch went on like this with me sitting and munching on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, listening to the two of them bicker about Tim. This happens a lot, the bickering I mean. I love the two of them to death, but sometimes their rants can become a little much for me to handle.

After lunch, I went to my last three classes, and before I knew it, it was time to go home.

I ran my fingers through my golden brown hair and fingered my keys as I made my way to the parking lot.

Another day of high school and I'm still alive. Go Jane.