The Genius Freak and The Bad Boy

Prologue

"Ms. Kennedy, would you like to come up and answer the question?" Mrs. Trevor asked as she tapped on my table. It's not really a question, it was more of an order. So I obliged, ducking my head and letting my hair cast a curtain around my face. I let it hide my features as I walked down the small aisle between the rows of desks.

My name's Lucinda Kennedy but everyone calls me Luce or Lucy. Aside from those nick names I am also known as the Genius Freak that proves teachers wrong and points out their mistakes. I am what you guys would call both a tech and math whiz. In stereotypes, I would be classified as the ultimate nerd of the century but I was too big of a nerd/freak to even be accepted in the nerd's population. Yes, I am an outcast. Even from my 'kin'. They told me I was 'too smart', I mean, is that even a thing?

While picking up the marker, I noticed a minor mistake in the laid out question and quirked my eyebrow at it discreetly before reaching out to grab the board eraser and used the tip of it to erase a section of the equation before writing down the correct one and solving it.

"Thank you, Ms. Kennedy. That'll be all," Mrs. Trevor said and I turned to face a very irritated teacher. I ducked my head once again and walked back to my seat. It's always been like this. Me correcting a teacher and them getting irritated on being corrected by a mere student. Some were kind and would genuinely thank me, some would feel annoyed but they would suck it up and some would actually insult me subtly. Not that the other students mind, they actually take joy in it. What better way to waste class time than to watch the teacher make a laughingstock out of the freak of the school?

Well, I guess most of them wouldn't mind. I say most because the nerds would actually get annoyed at me for wasting their precious study time. I don't blame them. Even though I was rejected by their clique, I still thought of myself as the same type of people as them. I would be pissed at the person who would argue with the teacher over dumb shit during class time too. Unfortunately, most of the time, that person happens to be me.

But hey, it's not like I do it just for the heck of it. I don't even intend to start the argument. I would usually just correct them by muttering something under my breath and their super hearing powers would somehow pick it up and snap the class' attention to me.

Which is very annoying, if I do say so myself. If I wanted to be the center of attention, I wouldn't have bothered muttering the correction under my breath. I would've just announced it loudly to the class, you know.

I knew that the smarter thing to do would probably be to overlook the mistake and avoid offending or embarrassing the teacher. But I just can't. Call it my smartass complex, but for some reason, I'm just incapable of leaving the mistake there knowing that it was wrong.

I'd like to see my smartass complex as the act of showing some kindness to my fellow classmates that have shunned me. If I didn't correct that mistake, it would be like forever letting them believe that 1 + 1 = 3. So yes, I just did them a great favor.

I sat silently for the rest of the class before the clock stroke 12 and lunch came around. "Okay class, I will see you tomorrow and make sure you don't forget to do those assignments I gave you. I expect them to be placed on this table before I arrive." Mrs. Trevor dismissed but her last words were drowned out by the groans of bummed students.

I packed up my things into the small backpack I brought along with me and slung it over my shoulder before making my way out of the classroom leisurely, bracing myself for what's about to come in the hallways.

It's the same thing every day. High school people are just filled with bored people that has got nothing better to do except for making others feel like shit to make themselves feel better. It's like they simply haven't got the slightest idea of any other way to brighten their day except for putting others down.