The Bad Boy's not so Shy Girl

Pizza is the Food of the Gods

                 

Chapter 2 Pizza is the Food of the Gods

Amber's P.O.V.

Reaching our school I said my goodbyes to Sky and walked to my first class, which was math.

As I made my way through the crowded halls of Northwood High I adjusted my self to the daily routine of waving and smiling.

Getting used to this routine was easy, but making sure that I'm not giving my classmates the idea that I want to talk to them is hard. Ever since I first started school I knew I wasn't gonna be much of a social or popular person. I was into books and video games but not so much as sports or popularity.

I like to keep to myself as much as I can but talk when necessary to keep a good reputation. My friends are mostly guys except for one of my bestest friends, Raven.

Her outgoing personality along with Sky's cocky one goes well with my quiet nature. I remain quite, and everyone else fills the void.

Most people don't know about my fear of starting conversations because I rarely speak out loud so it already gives them the impression that I'm just a quiet person.

The only people who know this are the select group of friends that I have just mentioned, along with others I've known long enough to know that if someone were secretly recording our every move and conversation, we would be famous.

This could have been a very huge possibility if Bash, short for Sebastian, was not a 17-year-old prodigy hacker. I've known him since middle school and he was already hacking into the Northwood's police database.

If anyone were to be recording us, Bash's undetectable sever would have warned him as soon as a video of us is posted online. Why, you may ask would anyone be this paranoid?

Bash has a conspiracy that the government is stealing our faces via the Internet and putting all of our lives in danger. Again, why? Even though he may be a prodigy hacker, he does not have a prodigy mind.

         Blake on the other hand, Bash's twin brother, loves solving mathematical equations.

Whenever the guys and I visit the twins house, his room is filled with math problems written all over his chalkboard painted wall.

He's been the top of our math class ever since they moved here back in 5th grade. Even though he sounds like a geek, his appearance could tell you other wise. He wears contacts all the time because he refuses to be seen by other people with his black-framed glasses.

Ever since sophomore year, he's been the drum major and the quarterback for our school. He's super pervy along with all my other friends, but he's the type of guy who can settle down.

         "Amber!" Blake yells into my ears, pulling me out of my train of thought. 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' "I haven't seen you in forever," he continues.

         "Is just me or did she get taller?" Bash says looking to his brother and then to me.

         "Okay first of all, stop yelling, I like my ears and I intend to keep it, and second of all, stop exaggerating, no I did not get taller," I say as I roll my eyes. I've been the same freaking height ever since freshman year and they know it.  "You guys literally saw me two days ago when we all went to the pizza dinner." I say wondering if they already forgot.

         We had so much fun laughing and playing video games in the arcade room. Within two hours of being there, I had the highest score on almost every game, and there were a lot. 'If only my relationship with games were as good with people'. 'Like that would ever happen'. I sigh realizing that I had just argued with myself.

         "Hey, you know we all went there because we know how much you love pizza and how much you can stuff in that tiny body of yours." Blake says with Bash's nodding agreement. He then grabs a section of my side to show how skinny I am, but in doing so, I immediately jolted and bumped into someone I did not know.

"Sorry," I apologized looking at the ground in embarrassment. My eyes shoots up to the two idiots I call friends and I punch them. 'Pizza is the food of the gods' I mentally say while I glare at them. They look at each other with amused smiles and glossy eyes and then turn to me.

         "You're probably thinking how pizza is the food of the gods," one of them said voicing my thoughts. 'Dammit.'

         "I-I'm not-" I stuttered and Blake interrupts me.

         "Ah, ah, ah," he says with a little bit of sass in his tone. "Before you try arguing with us, we know you thought that because you say those exact words all the time." Bash finishes his brother's train of thought exaggerating the "l" in all. 'Jesus these guys have good memory.'

Looking at each other as if they had an idea, they finally looked at me and squealed. Using the most annoying high pitch voices in history Bash said, "Oh my gawsh Blake!" he said lightly hitting his brother on the arm, "Oh my gawsh Bash!" the other said in the same voice. Then as if rehearsed, they both said, "Pizza is the food of the gods!" I have no idea if they were trying to mimic my voice or not, but I swear that is not what I sound like. Almost in an instant I had two buffoons laughing as if they saw Sky in a ballerina outfit.

         "Okay genius," I said to Blake with a playful tone. "What is 6.983 times 374.0182 divided 915?"

         Studying the way his eyes go blank, I see a grin forming in the corners of his mouth as he looks at me. I know he is already done solving it. "2.854392449," he said proudly. He looked at me with a smirk tugging on his smile, to his brother who looked up from his phone.

         "He's right," Bash said holding up his phone showing its calculator.

         "Of course I'm right!" He brags. Ever since I knew Blake, he was never one to miss a math problem, and he sometimes even corrects our math teacher, Mrs. Evergreen.

         "Oh thank God!" I praise playfully looking up at the sky, 'you just saved my life my friend.' "Because that was a problem for the summer work I didn't finish," I say as I write the answer onto the paper. As we walk to our math class we all have together I felt bad for always using Blake's skill to help me finish my homework but at the same time I don't because he is one of the only reasons I am passing this godforsaken class.

         "Okay, lets do this," I said to them as I pushed open the cold classroom door. Almost instantly, heads snapped to the direction of the guys as we made our way to the back of the class.

         "Your late Ms. Johnson," Mrs. E, short for Evergreen, warns me. "Both of you too," she said wiggling her finger at Bash and Blake.

         "But Mrs. E, it's the first day of school! Can you let it slide just this once?" Blake said, knowing that she will.

Mrs. E was one of the only teachers my friends and I liked at Northwood High. She was more laid back and understanding when it came to being late to school, or not turning in homework on time. As long as you pass her class, she won't make it a living hell. However, even though you can get by sleeping in her class during her lectures, her tests are what show her how much you actually learning.

She looked over to me, smiled, then sighed, "alright, just this once, but make sure to be on time tomorrow," she said to us but then remembered, "and turn in your summer assignments."

'Thank you super genius Blake,' I thought as I turned in my assignment.

We smiled at her and turned to our seats listening to the sound of her voice as she spoke her first day of the year speech for the remainder of the class.

END OF CHAPTER!!!

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