Not Your Average Nerd

You know nothing

"I told you not to buy that ugly ass thing, Fiona." She rolls her eyes and spins around in the small pink dress. "It's pretty! Your just no fan of pink!" I nod. "And thank god I'm not."

Drake laughs. "You two act just like sisters." He shakes his head and I glare at him, slapping the back of his head. "Shut up, Drake. Your no smarter than a box of rocks."

"Hey! For your information, I only failed three of my EOG's last year. That's better than all four."

(For anyone that doesn't know what EOG's are, they are the end of grade tests for people in North Carolina. They are like normal exams and biggest tests of the school year. BTW, there's four or five total, depending on which classes your in.)

"My point exactly. I've at least passed all mine. Yea, they are like two points from failing but it still counts as passing."

"Then you can't say anything!" I laugh and nod. "Actually, I can. I know all the information on the tests. But I just don't care wither I pass or fail."

He furrows his eyebrows, confused. "Why? There would be so many people to be lucky to get hundreds and nineties on the exams. You should care." I shrug. "I haven't in a long time. If you were me, you'd understand."

I keep walking with my head high, even though I know Drake and Fiona are sharing that look with each other. Talking with their eyes. Telling each other that I'm hiding something. That I'm keeping a secret from them. But that's the thing, I am. And I want them to know it. So they will no not to trust me. They can't trust me. They'll just get hurt.

"Hey! Let's go eat there!" Fiona cheers as she points to the Chick-fil-A to the right. She grabs mine and Drakes hands and drags us towards the doors.

~|~|~

Fiona and Drake insisted on letting them pay for all the food. I instantly declined but after a while of arguing, they won. And that was mainly because I realised I didn't actually have any money.

The whole time we were at Chick-fil-A, Fiona kept bombarding us with facts about when Chick-fil-A was first established, who founded it, when he was born, and blah, blah, blah. I was about five seconds from jumping over the table and choking her.

Drake must've sensed it, because he told Fiona that he saw a Victoria Secret somewhere in the mall. She freaked out. Grabbed our hands(again) and drug us out to the store.

She eventually found it and I just awkwardly followed her. I've never been into Victoria secret and I honestly never imagined too.

It was a dimmed place, with bras everywhere. I suffered walking around in it. And I guess that's why Drake stood outside of the store. I wish I could escape Fiona long enough too.

"Whats your size?" Fiona asks, looking at a dark black bra with a white trim. I kept my arms to myself.

Yea... This is not my kinda store.

"Uh... I don't know."

"What kind of girl doesn't know her own bra size?" I suddenly don't feel so awkward anymore. Because I know who owns this voice.

I clentch my fists and turn around, glaring at the blonde in front of me. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me. I stand tall, making sure I was guarding Fiona.