Blending In The Surroundings

Chapter 1: The Nerd.

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Story edited by Goldilocks_99 .She’s very sweet. :)

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You will never know whether this is a true story or not.            

Copyright © 2013 AshHeartsSongs.

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Blending in the surroundings

Am I really ‘that’ unnoticeable to him?

Chapter 1: The Nerd.

Teenage years, the period of time children become adults. They grow up, undergo so many changes rapidly.  Friends, movies, hangouts, craziness, teenage times are the best years of school and definitely the most ‘unforgettable’.  A major element of teenage years, are crushes of course. The irrevocable attraction towards a certain person; can drive us insane. The little school girl crushes of falling totally and completely in love with the hottie from school, hoping to have a fairy-tale ending. Crushes need not end in a relationship; they could be limited to admiring a person from a distance. Don’t you dare deny it; these little crushes came and went every other day, and that was the fun of it.

 Most people remember their first crushes, the first time you were engulfed in a warm feeling of gooeyness and the jitters of being around that particular person. Oh, the ecstasy of your crush's smile towards you feels like the greatest achieve at that time.

Well, this was talking about the lovable ups of crushes. The other types of crushes are the ones that don’t show. The little secrets between girls, known only within the proximity of their best friends.  Usually the guys have no idea about it or are too unobservant to notice.

Well, such was my case.  I do not remember my first crush. Nor do I remember when it was. To be frank, the little naive me did not know what the feeling of a crush really was, in order to entitle the feeling to be one. Yes, I was goody-two-shoes in school, the teacher’s pet and a nerd. I go to Art class after school; I have never missed a single class. Needless to say, there’s a guy. I sighed heavily.

He was NOT, a player or a heartbreaker. Actually he was a fun guy who brought straight A’s and never once missed the submission of homework. Safe to say, he was quite a nerd. I know what you would say. ‘A nerd likes another nerd. What problem in the world could they have? It’s a compatible pair made in heaven.’

Oh I wish.

The thing is, my nerd, is way too geeky to notice anything. Hell, he won’t detect me sitting on the adjacent desk. He won’t notice me staring at him, or maybe he doesn’t care.  It’s been almost 8 months now; just a week before the art program ends, and I really doubt he knows my names. *giggles sadly* That sounds so pathetic, I pity myself.

Let me narrate my miserable, lonely story from the very beginning.

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{8 months earlier}

17th June, 2012, the first day of my Art class.

“Arizona wakey-wakey!” my adorable little sister, Avery chirped.

I opened one eye and peaked at my bed side clock.

7.15am.

I had good 45 minutes before class. I shut my eyes again and went back to sleep.

“Zoney! Wake up.” Avery was tugging at my forefinger. Why is the adorable brat waking me up? My mental clock said hardly 7 minutes had passed until the last time I was up. Avery had a weird schedule. She was up on her own at 7am. Goodness knows what’s wrong with her. I loved sleep, and could sleep on for hours.

“What is it Avery? Lemme sleep”

“But Zone, it’s 7.53am.”

Dang my mental clock! I was going to get late on my first day of art class. So much for making a good first impression.  At Road-runner speed, I completed my morning chores, grabbed some money for food and kissed Avery on the cheek .

“Bye Mum!” I yelled as I closed the door, but not before mum stuck a spoon full on food in my mouth.

Mothers!

I ran down the street, thank god the academy was close by. I entered class just a minute after the professor had entered. I scanned the class room for the best possible bench. Now, I had a theory.

1st row, utterly studious people.

2nd row, smarty’s.

3rd row, I’m-here-only-to-make-an-impression.

Last row, I-really-don’t-care-what’s-going-on.

So according to me, 2nd row was the best choice.

There was only one desk vacant in the second row. So, as to not look like a complete doofus standing in front of class, I made my way to the desk and set my book down. I sat attentively as the professor lectured us the importance of art and stuff.

I looked to my right, to see a pretty girl looking at me. She was blond with frisky hair, light brown eyes and fair complexion.

 “I’m Daria,” she whispered.

“Arizona,” I replied with a small smile and continued looking attentively towards the teacher. After a while, I looked casually towards my left. There was a guy with his head ducked down, and scribbling notes on the paper.  I could hardly see his face and he just kept scribbling throughout the lecture. The first thought that came to me was ‘Mr. Nerdy’

An hour and half later the professor declared that class was adjourned. But he left with one last sentence.

“These are your permanent places. No switching seats until the end of the art program.”

Oh joy.

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I know it’s not very interesting, but I want you to stay with me. I swear the chapters will get better. Ask my editor, she’s read them. ;)

Since I’ve pre written some chapters of the story, updates will be faster. So I request you to NOT GIVE UP ON ME YET!

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