September 7
Dear Mr. Popular Nerd,
I can't look at you anymore.
Every time I see you blood rushes to my face. My palms get sweaty. I start stammering. And there you are, composed and stoic as ever.
This random guy from my History class asked me out today.
I said no.
YOU ARE READING
Two Different Worlds
Short StoryShe, an unpopular jock. He, a popular nerd. How? Good thing they both love the same ice cream shop.