The Bad Boy Project

1

Walls are so interesting. I never thought that a thought like this would ever cross my mind, but seriously, they're used for many concepts in life. When you find yourself in deep thought, they are always there for you to stare at. Not only are they a structure for a building, but they're conveniently there for you to get your kind straight.

What exactly was on my mind that made me stare at a wall? You see, tomorrow is the last day of school. Next year I'll be a senior! However, I want to accomplish something. But there's a problem and the only way to explain is through a bit of characterization.

Hello, I'm Milton. I understand that the greeting is a tad overdue and I give you my apologizes for that.

Have you heard of those high school stereotypes? You know that there are the jocks, emo's, preps, dramas, and... The nerds. That is the category that I fall in. No, don't your mind even fathom that thought. I do NOT watch Star Trek, or any of those horrid screen plays. Movies are a hazard for expanding the mind. My mind can't even wrap around the thought of watching those.

Darn me, I am completely off topic. I am a nerd. Yes, I wear those so-called geeky glasses; I have braces, and wear plaid buttoned up shirts.

How does my predicament play into all this? One fact that everyone seems to know is that nerds are shy. Well we are not shy about showing our geniusness, that we have no problem with. But in other topics we are.

Since tomorrow is the last day of school, I want to do something extraordinary. There's this girl... Oh hush up. Her name is Quinn and she is so sweet. I want to, how do kids my age say it? Ah, ask her out! Don't laugh, I'm serious. The only problem is that I don't know how and I need help.

I begin pacing around my room, contemplating on what to do.

"There really is only one way to solve this," I mutter to myself. A bad habit must I add. "Evelyn."

Evelyn is one of my only popular female friends. She has llong wavy milk chocolate hair, is 5 foot 7 and has nice tan skin. I don't even know why she's my friend. She's in the popular group and has tons of other friends, but she also chose me. I've known her since 4th grade. And to my great luck, she lives right next door. I look out of my window. Just as I expected she was outside on her porch. Eva loves being outside; she says it gives you a sense of freedom. I always give her a blank look when she says things like that. It is quite moronic to me.

I bound down the steps and race out the door. I want tomorrow to be perfect.

"Hey Milton," she greets, without turning to look at me. I smile.

"How do you do Miss Evelyn?" She bends her head back and lets out a throaty laugh.

"Still being formal, I see."

"Always". The corner of her lip twitches.

"Come, come." She gestures to where she's standing.

"Nice weather, huh?" I comment staring at the clouds. She turns and faces me.

"Alright, cut the crap. What are you really here for?" She questions. I grin. She always sees through my façade.

"Well, I want to ask out a girl-"

"Oh my gosh! Really! Who is she! Do I know her! Goodness Milton, you are growing up!" I sigh. Of course she would react this way. I researched it before I came, typical teenage girl.

"Calm down," I hush her. "Matter of fact you do know her." She stares at me anxiously. "Quinn." The smile on her face quickly disappears.

"No." I frown. "No Milton. You'll just end up hurt. You know she's a in my so-called group. They're not all nice like me. She can hurt you and you don't deserve that."