Let me start by just saying that I HATE MATH.Math is death. Death is math. I would die if it would save kids from math. Okay, I think I've gotten to my point.
There I was, in math class.
"So if you divide x by the reciprocal of z..."
Maybe if I hit my head on this desk hard enough I'll die.
"PST...hey...hey Amber....PSSSTTTTT!"
"Damn it Jake, I'm trying to focus. You know I suck at this."
But are you really? You just don't want to have to talk to your crush Amber. Come on, you can do this! Its not as hard as you're making it out to be.
"I can help you with this later. I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party with Katherine, Sam, and myself. Its at my house." Jakes bronze hair laid on his face so perfectly, as if it was hugging his cheeks. God he was so perfect. He tall and muscular and funny and nice and talented and his eyes were so blue and just...he was a wonderful human being. So, I had 3 options in this situation.
1 - Make up a lame excuse like "Sorry my goldfish died, I have to go to its funeral."
2 - Say "Um...well..." and come off as a complete bitch even though I'm just a social fail.
3 - Scream and cry and hope everything goes away.
I was leaning towards option 3, but thankfully my friend Nicole saved me.
"Before she makes a fool out of herself, let me talk for her. She would love to go and she will be there at 6. Sound good?"
"Great! I cant wait! Nicole do you want to come too? Because I can give you a ride if you need one."
Yeah of course you can.
Nicole was pretty and I...well...wasnt. She had long blonde hair that glowed in the sunlight, I had ugly redish brownish hair that always had split ends. She was 5'4'' and weighed about 110 pounds, so guys picked her up when they were flirting with her; I stood at a sad number of 5 foot nothing and weighed 130, I was short and chubby. She had nice features, her cheek bones were there but not way out there, her nose was long and thin, and she had pretty brown eyes; I had a round face, babyish, my nose extruded like a witchs, and my eyes were a light green that would be pretty on someone like nicole, but they just looked weird next to the rest of my features, so it was no wonder that Jake was more interested in nicole than myself.
"No actually, I have to study tonight, but next time for sure. Now pay attention, silly." She battered her eyes again and I felt myself gag.
Amber, this is your last class of the day and you've got about a minute left. YOU CAN MAKE IT.
The bell rang and I was immediately relieved. I grabbed my binders and began to shove them into my bag when I saw nicole grab my notebook.
"One, youre welcome. Two, youre coming over and we are going to make you pretty for this party seeing how its your first one."
"How do you know its my first one?! For all you know, I could be a party animal."
She stopped looking through my notebook and stared me down for about 10 seconds and then started laughing like a maniac.
"What?! WHATS SO GOD DAMN FUNNY?!"
"Youre wearing a star trek t-shirt, your pants are 2 sizes too big, those converse look 3 years old, did you even brush your hair this morning? Not to mention your social skills are horrendous."
"Are not!...well..." She was right. Maybe I did need a little bit of help.
"Well what?! You know I'm right. Lets just go to my house right now. Youre going to look gorgeous when Im done with you."
I sighed and agreed and soon realised I just agreed to torture.
