Unnerd The Nerd

Ch. 2 ♡ The Transformation

"That's not even a word."

"Pretty sure nerd is a word." Cameron patted my head, as I rolled my eyes for the third time in less than 10 minutes. That must have been a new record for me.

"Sorry, my sister can be a little crazy sometimes, but my little secchione, you don't have to do it." And with that, our school's quarterback, Nathan Stanford, sat down on the other side of me, leaving a trail of sparkling eyes following his half golden, half brunette curls that just about reached his deep, brown doe eyes.

I huffed, "Still calling me that I see."

He grinned, "I told you I liked it, so yeah I am!" Ever since I had taught him the Italian word for nerd, secchione, he had decided that he would call me that, except he always seemed to put the words 'my little' in front of it.

"Putting that aside, you knew about your sister's plan?"

Nathan nodded, "It's all she went on about last night and through the car ride here. Pretty annoying at first, but now that I know it's you, pretty interesting."

"Okay, wait. Can someone fill the rest of us in?" I looked over to the half black, half brown haired owner of matching eyes that was sitting in front of me. Zander Crownes. His name fit him extraordinarily well. Name a sport, and he'd have the trophy, but his specialty? Basketball.

As Nathan filled in the guys for me, I took a glance at the other two guys at our table. On Zander's right, there sat the baseball star of our school for three consecutive years, this being his fourth. He was an addition to the other three blue-eyed guys, and his pure, chocolate brown hair drove the girls mad. His name? Sawyer Beaumont.

On the left side, there sat the winner of the eye contest these guys had created, Dylan Flithworth. The swim team captain's soft-looking brown hair was nothing out the extreme ordinary, but his green eyes were enough to make most girls bend to his will. (Quite literally.)

Now, how did I end up with probably the highest social ranking and most desired group of guys? Well, in freshman year word had gotten out rather quickly that I had the brain that many compared to Einstein for some reason. After that, one by one, the six guys surrounding me started asking me for help with studying and such, in order to qualify for sports.

"What a great idea!" I was startled away from my thoughts as Brennen smacked the table with his fist, earning us a glare from the teacher.

"Wait a minute." Sawyer whispered, leaning in closer. "Jewel, are you sure?" I felt my face flush from yet another nickname I wasn't used to, causing me to simply nod.

"Aye, don't worry Peters!" I avoided any possible eye contact with girls that would want to rip my face off as Cameron rested an arm around my shoulder. "With us six, you are going to be the hottest babe around! You're gonna be so hot, even we're gonna wanna get with ya!"

And on that very awkward note, we started to make an outline for our plan.

Eric Porter, prepare for hell.

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"Victoria's Sexret, I mean Secret, here we come!"

"Brennen, we agreed on H&M, not Victoria's Secret. I will never step foot in that store." I pushed up my glasses, "And besides, Mr. Ass is going after girls like me now, not those princess types."

"Hey, I'm the one driving, so I get to choose, but fineeeeeee. And let's face it, we both know that the only reason he's going after your little chess club is because he's ran out of 'princesses'. He'd much rather go after a princess than, a, uh-"