The Nerd And Her Bad Boy

Chapter 1: He Smells As Good As The Taste of Ice Cream.

Chapter 1: He Smells As Good As The Taste of Ice Cream.

Ah, the sweet smell of freshly green grass on the first day of school. Normally I would be dreading to even step one inch inside campus but what can I say, it's senior year baby!

Yes sir nothing could go wrong this year, as long as I stay hidden and be on alert for any of that low life bitc- I mean Andrea Lockworth's scheme she tries to pull on me. As I walk through campus before i can reach to the main doors, I've been attack into a bear hug by behind. The impact making my glasses drop probably breaking.

"Holy cheese I missed you!" The familiar voice which is my loving best friend, Amy, squeals a little too loud for my liking.

Barely seeing anything, allowing Amy to get off my back, I picked up my glasses which thankfully didn't break.

I probably looked like Velma, I guess I should've wore my 'Jinkies!' shirt to show my pride.

Amy Ascot, another nerd amongst me, the only difference between us is appearance. And by that I mean, that Amy has jocks and geeks breaking their backs for her but her smartness and sharpness intimidates them. So basically if guys are staring our way its mainly caused by the supermodel whose currently walking with me.

As we entered homeroom my heart stops and my mood is quickly shifted. My eyes widen in shock and fear overcomes me like always.

Before me was the most scary creature like figure who I haven't seen since third grade.

Alex Price.

The boy in all his glory showing off his evil smile to a group of Barbies that are amazed by his so called 'looks'. Amy realizes my current state and follows my gaze. Soon enough we were both in shock and terror.

But then he catches me and once his eyes met mine I knew hell will break loose anytime soon. A slick smirk rests on his face whilst we continue our staring contest. This feeling that I had wasn't a good one, it made me feel like ripping my organs out and donating them, it made me feel aware that the most vicious guy I've ever known is planning my death by this second.

This.Was.Not.A.Good.Feeling.

I can smell his cologne from a mile away, and let me just share something with you; he smells as good as the taste of ice cream.
If that's even possible.

Soon enough the bell snaps me out my gaze and I headed for my seat. Our homeroom teacher Ms.Divine, who by the way is my aunt, enters the room. She wasn't an old teacher, she had class and a better sense of fashion than me.

She begins roll-call while filing her nails, -since she already knows the student body (besides Alex) by heart-

"Alauren Divine?" My aunt said gracefully. I heard people giggling over my full name which made me drop my head wanting to hide from everyone.

I still mumble a faint 'here'

Maybe I was over reacting when I said this would be the best year yet.

But about Alex..

All I can say is that he's a demonchild ever since he was created in the womb. This guy was made to torture me like literally. I felt like he studied me so hard just so he can find the perfect way to screw me up.

When I got glasses he would always break them. When I had a fever he'd pour ice cold water over me, like dude this isn't an ice bucket challenge so find yo chill, ha! See what I did there? #CheekyJokeIsntCheeky

He never left me alone, especially since our mothers are the best of friends, he'd always come over to have a 'playdate' more like ten minutes of complete torture.

In elementary school he found ways to embarrassed me, for example; packing my locker with tampons so that when I opened it they would fall out in public, dying my hair purple after gym, cutting my ponytail and of course telling my crush that I liked him and never had my first kiss yet.

His parents realized how much of a delinquent he was and sent him off to boarding school for eight whole years. Seeing him today caused a huge avalanche followed by a tornado what somehow managed to start a tsunami.

As the bell rung for first period I was the first one out even if I sat at the back. There was no way I was going to start a chat with Mr.Channing Tatum wannabe.

Sadly first period is gym, though I don't have a problem with changing in front of bratty teenage girls, nor do I have a problem with wearing this sorry excuse for a uniform. But what I do have a problem with, is all the guys including Alex eyeing me like I'm a new toy on sale (bitch please)

It made me feel so uncomfortable I started wondering if the shorts what I was wearing was a little "too short".

The instructor blew a whistle to get everyone's attention. He could've just used me to get the majority of the male's own.

"Okay princesses and jocks.."

"Sexist much?", I thought to myself.

"We're going to start this year with dodge ball. Team captains will be Lauren and Clyde."

How lovely. Unlike your average nerd I'm actually physically smart as much as academically and that's only because this one time during the summer, Alex convinced me into playing extreme sports with him, (bummer).And of course luck is on my side today because guess who's on the opponent's team?,no not Taylor Swift.

None other than Alex goddamn Price.

I have never lost at dodge ball and I wasn't planning on loosing today. But the jerk who is Alex played a rough game, would think he would go easy on the person he tormentedly taught.

He threw the balls like a routine, once I missed one the next one hits me.

When it was my turn every evil bone in me was excited as I picked up the dodge ball. With a sly grin I threw them at Alex which he tried to dodge but failed extremely.

Happy that I caused pain to my childhood bully I let out an innocent laugh as coach praised me. My talent earned me a pass to leave class early.

With no questions I went into the locker room to take a quick shower. If its something I hate more than Alex its sweat.

Checking the shampoo to check if any dye has been replaced in it. I took a quick hot shower, wrapping a white towel around my body once finished.

A deep sigh left my mouth once I realized that my clothes were stolen (again). No doubt that it was Andrea's idea.

Luckily I keep a spare set of clothes in my changing room (the locker room is designed so that each person can have their own changing room with a connected shower). I heard the other girls faint laughs as they made their way here. I rushed to my changing room and locked the door quietly.

Taking a bright blue sweater with a fitted jeans out of my personal locker,I took the towel off my body.

I wouldn't dare look in the mirror. I don't care how 'skinny' other people think I look, I still think I can loose a few more pounds but I don't go crazy about it....anymore.

"You know you should really look around your surroundings before stripping, doll face."

I'm now pale as paper, my mind is going crazy and I can't feel my body. That voice made my heart skip but not in fear but in happiness.

And the worst thing about it is that it was a male's voice.

Shit, in fact it was...
THE male's voice.

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Haiiiii! So first book first chapter, really hoping you enjoy it. Sorry if there's a lot of mistakes and spelling errors. I have some huge plans for Laura *wink wink*

Also I'm thinking about having like question of the day (qotd) things at the end of each chapter.

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