The Nerd and The Jock - LT Fanfic

Preface

Preface

Another year at North High School wasn't something that Temara Lansing was looking forward to attending. Sure, she missed her friends. Her summer break was a nice, relaxing one, but not seeing some of her closest friends after a time did tug at her heart. She had missed Candice's goofy grins, and Sharon's self-deprecating humor.

She also missed learning. Learning was helpful to Temara, valued. Mr. Vince's World History class had been one of her favorites. She even missed Mr. Vince himself--that crazy, old man. His husky drawl and fat stomach was, surprisingly, miss-able.

Never, however, had she missed the routine of high school. Getting up at six in the morning, trudging on to school, and coming back home with a backpack full of boring, complicated homework was never something she'd grown particularly fond of. In fact, when summer break had finally come around, she looked forward to two things: sleeping, and doing nothing.

She didn't miss wanting to be popular, either. Even now she still wanted to be, but that wasn't something she could control. For her, popularity was unattainable. She didn't even know why. If anything, she knew she was a decent girl. She was kind to her friends and generous whenever a kid asked her for a pencil, or something. She was never one who started drama. On the inside, she was fine.

Maybe, then, it was the outside. Physical appearance did have a role somewhere within that vain wonderland called NHS. Still, Temara wasn't not pretty. She remembered asking an uncle if she was ugly, but he had said that her dark hair and chocolate complexion made her look like the one and only Lupita Nyong'o. And that had been enough for her. If any girl was pretty, Temara knew that Lupita Nyong'o, the stunning 12 Years A Slave actress, was.

But if that wasn't it, what was?

Her mind suddenly flickered to him. To the tall, caramel-skinned, striking Nicolas "Blaze" Bourgeois, who was undeniably the most popular kid in school. Girls drooled at the sight of him. Guys envied him everywhere he went. Even the glum, old teachers seemed to be happier whenever he was around. Now he was the gateway to popularity. If he ever graced you with his presence, whether by requesting a school utensil from you or otherwise, you were automatically likeable. It didn't matter if you had a bad rep, or if you were the school thot, or if you were the smelliest kid in school. Because everyone knew that Blaze was cool, and that he had the power to make anyone seem even remotely cool, too. He was just that popular.

Getting his attention wasn't easy, though. Blaze had a strict, tight circle of friends, all of whom had something going for them. Of course, Temara wasn't among that group. Blaze was cool, attractive, and fun.

He was everything Temara wasn't.

Part of the reason why Temara didn't want to go back to school was because she knew she would probably never be those things. People like Nicolas had it all. People like her were meant to be lower. The...nerds.

Because there always had to be people who were low in order to make room for the high. That's just how life was. How it was meant to be.

-----------------
Hope you enjoyed.