The Diary of a 'Nerd'.

Chapter 3

DEDICATED TO MY BESTIE FOR LIFE @LolingCauseMyBFfell :D FOR THE AMAZING NEW COVER!  -------------------------------------------------UN EDITED---------------------------------------------------------- Dear Diary, How? How is it possible, that one second you're sitting in your bio class, perfectly normal, then the next you punch some annoyingly annoying guy and he chases you around school with a really mad bio teacher trailing right behind him and then you end up in your principal's office whilst he hands you a plastic baby as if 'ho hum I just distribute these plastic toys to high school students every day.'? I mean how does punching a guy result in getting you a plastic baby toy?

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"SIX WHOLE MONTHS!?" I exclaimed.

"Yes Miss Burke." Mr. Sehgal said in a calm voice yet irritated voice as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands across his chest. How can this old, cynical man look so calm at such a time? He just handed me or rather, Ryan and me a plastic baby telling us that it's our 'responsibility'?

What does he mean by responsibly anyway? Like is the baby some kind of theatre prop or something that we have to take care of? But I don't even have theatre in my extracurricular activities and I don't know about Ryan but judging buy his cocky ass self, he surely doesn't strike me- or anyone for that matter- as the acting type. Even if he does take theatre (highly unlikely), why would I take care of some stupid prop? Wouldn't that be Ryan's job then? Moreover, isn't the principal supposed to give students punishments instead of a damn baby, plastic baby.

"I'm sorry sir, but I think that there has been a mistake. I don't take theatre and-"

"What are you talking about Grace?" Mr. Sehgal cut me off looking at me as if I'd grown an extra head.

"Uh.. The toy.. I-it is for a play right? And I don't ta-" I was cut off by Ryan -who by the way had preferred to stay quiet 'till now- as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He internally groaned before looking at me with irritation clear on his face.

Ok, will anyone ever let me complete my sentences or am I seriously that predictable?

"You really are dense. I thought you were smart Nerdy. Guess I was wrong." Ryan said with irritation.

"I am smart. Dumb ass. Much smarter than you at least." I shot back at him.

"Oh really? Care to explain what you were just about to say?"

"What if I don't -"

"STOP!" Sehgal's voice boomed throughout his office as he banged his hand on the wooden desk in front of him, making the little family picture that sat at the right end of the desk rattle and fall. Wow, somebody's got anger management issues. Maybe he should go to Charlie Sheen. . . you know, Anger Management. Like the show Anger management. He does kind of resemble that Ed guy in the show...

Haha! I'm so damn funny!

Mr. Sehgal cleared his throat and tried to pick up his family frame with how much ever dignity a principal who gives away plastic babies can. Trust me, it wasn't much.

I bit my bottom lip to control the laughter that was threatening to spill. I knew that he was already pissed and if I did anything wrong then I will have to face consequences. But, of course Ryan had to spoil all my efforts to control my laughter. He let out a small chuckle that he tried to cover with a cough.

I turned to glare at Ryan but when I saw him trying to keep a serious face as he tried to hide his laughter; I let a small smile make its way to my lips. I couldn't help but notice the dimples at the corner of his cheeks every time his lips broke into a slight smile before turning to a fake cough again. He had this twinkle in his eyes that almost made him look innocent. . . Almost.