What Not to Do With your Stories + Other Randomness

The "New Girl" and the "Popular Kid"

I make my way through the crowd of Beckham High, my face hidden by my hoodie. I made my way through the throng of students. It is my first year here-

"Ow!"

I found myself on the floor, all of my papers were flying about. I blushed, embarrassed.

"Hey there, Snow"

A blonde-haired, blue-orbed, six-pack muscled boy came near me, he reached for my hands and pulled me up. My face reddened even more as everyone else stared at us.

The boy went around and collected my papers for me. "Here you go Snow."

Urghh, I hate it when people call me Snow, just because I have White hair does not mean you can call me Snow!

My blush reddened even further as I stared at his hand contemplating whether to take the papers or not. 

"You gonna take them? By the way, the name's Jacob. Jacob Saltwater."

"T-thanks Jacob." My blush reddened again, suddenly I felt like a tomato. I got my schedule and looked at it. 

hmm... Algebra I, English, Physics, Computer Science, Lunch, Art, Soccer.

Wait, Soccer? I did a double take, I hadn't played Soccer ever since the accident... Mom, I am so mad at you now. 

I looked up and Jacob was still standing there. 

"W-what are you doing here?"

"I want to be here," he smirked.

"b-but you don't have to be here," I blushed. 

"I am the most popular boy you know, I do what i want." He smirked again and placed a kiss on my cheek.

~2 Weeks Later~

The girl and the guy keep on seeing each other over and over. There's a blond cheerleader who is super jealous and makes the girl's life a living hell. Girl and guy team up to make cheerleader unhappy and end up going to a dance or something together, they kiss, and are pronounced Girlfriend and boyfriend. The end. 

~5 years later~

Nevermind, that wasn't the end for Jordania and Jacob. 

He kissed my protruding belly.

"Just wanted to say hi to my little baby boy"

"b-but Jacob, we don't know the gender yet..."

Even after 5 years, I still stuttered around my man.

"I have a surprise for you!"

He bent down on one knee and a tear slipped out of the corner of my eye. He opened a box and a great big blue engagement nested in the middle of it. 

"You have made me the happiest man alive, will you, Jordania Von Swinkle, marry me?"

1. Does anyone normal blush that much? Like, "hi!" Jordania blushes. "Bye!" Jordania blushes. 

2." blond haired, blue orbed, six pack muscled..." 

First the blond hair (because every popular person is obviously blond) Then the blue orbs (please stop) and then the six pack (ugh... must I say more?) 

3. Why does the guy always have a nickname for her? 

4. NOT EVERYONE IN HIGHSCHOOL TAKES ALGEBRA, JEEZ!  oh yeah, I'm a freshmen: Algebra. Sophomore: Algebra. Junior: algebra. Senior: oh I take Algebra too. Lets just go and form a club and call it the algebra club, 'cause it looks like everyone at this darn school takes algebra! What happened to geometry and calculus?

5. Let's see here, just because she's blond, she must be a (*insert word here*) cheerleader! Where the heck did you get this from? First of all not all blonds are cheerleaders or (*insert word here*). and why aren't there cheerleaders with like Jet black hair? and why are they always American/Europeans/Australians? I have never once read a story with an African/Asian/South American cheerleader. 

6. She always, always, gets married at the end (sometimes she's pregnant too) How about the "perfect boyfriend" turns into a "drunken bastard" There's a plot twist for you! It would make the story 100 times more interesting!