I was at the lockers, getting my books for the homework. Oliver came up to me and asked me, "You want to go?"
"Where?" I responded.
Him and his friends started to laugh. It must be some kind of joke I wasn't aware of. Some kind of inside joke with his friends, or some kind of prank for cool people. I wasn't cool enough for him. I'm actually more of a nerd. I don't hang out with the cool kids.
Oliver will probably never see me as more than the nerd in his class. And all of that just because of a stupid thing called "social statuses".
It really sucks to not be popular.
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
