The Super Mega Awesomeness Of The Sexiest Person Alive

Chapter 1- Let's Look At Me

So, you never thought that the jock of the school that's in his senior year would ever write in a journal? Well you're fucking wrong if you thought that you judgemental piece of shit.... 

I go to school every day. I'm perfectly dressed, perfectly ready, I have perfect grades (though who the hell knows how I do that!?) I go to parties every weekend, I have the hottest girl in school as my arm candy, and better yet, I have all the fucking money in the world! How can it get better than that!

But of course, like any other guy, I got problems, and other shit like that, ya know? There's this one chick in school that I'm really diggin', but I'm not sure if I want to let my whole rep be fucked up for her. I could give her anything she has ever wanted, and I know that. But she's one of those, 'go to school, get through the day, get home, read all night' kind of girls. She isn't into guys like me. 

She likes the guys that will just fuck around and hang out with her. I don't even know if she likes anyone, let alone any of the fuckheads at our school.

I really ain't one to worry about this kind of shit, I mean... the relatonship I have with my girlfriend is simple. We act like we are in love, then allow each other to fuck other people on the weekends. Best thing I could ask for too! Sexy chick, great rep, AND I get to fuck her ALONG with other hot chicks? God must really love me. Granted for the fact that he made me undeniably perfect. 

But yesterday I walked past her in the hallways, yeah yeah... I don't know her name yet, but I can tell just by seeing her that I want to get closer to her and get to know her. God, that was sappy... I feel like even though I have the world at my fingertips, she is the one thing that I can't get ahold of, the one thing that I really want. 

Yeah, I mean... I might be all popular and shit, ungodforsakingly sexy, and the richest guy in school, but c'mon I got a personal side too! Like... no one knows that my favorite color is silver, because it is the hair color of a character from a video game that I still love, though no one knows that I play that shit... It would be bad for my image. I gotta keep that up. 

[NEXT DAY]

*DRAIK'S POV*

I'm sitting in English class, completely ignoring the teacher like usual. I'm throwing my random school shit at the nerds up in the front seats who are precariously trying to take notes. I know it's gotta bug the shit out of 'em, but they never give me grief about it, so who cares? No harm, no foul, right? 

I feel like God has blessed me once again when the bell finally rings.

"Why is that thing so fuckin LOUD!?" Andrew starts cursing under his breath.

"I dunno man, but it's fucking annoying." I mutter through clenched teeth.

That's when she walks down the hall, stopping for a minute to get her stuff out of her locker, which is obviously, like I figured it would, a complete disaster, drawings and notebooks and random papers are scattered everywhere in it, several jackets are hung up, and she seemed to be having trouble finding whatever she was needing.

"I'll be right back man, kay?" I look at him, receiving a nod, I hate that gesture... why can't they fucking speak like normal people...

I walk over to the girl I have been daydreaming of for days, (yeah... I know... I sound like a fifth grade school girl) and I finally get the courage to speak up.

"Do you need help.... like..... finding something..? I could hold your books? I could walk you to class? I could take you on a date this Saturday?" I stutter out, not even knowing what the hell I'm saying until I regret it.

"Um, who are you? And why are you standing near me?" She starts to turn around, and gasps when she realizes who it is.

"Oh dear lord... Not you.... What are ya gonna do, try and threaten me for my lunch money? Or maybe try and ask me if you can pay me to do your homework? Yeah, I'd rather not, so you can go waste your time on some other person that is actually dumb enough to tremble before your every waking move." She turns off with a grin, kicking her locker shut with a swift motion of her foot.

"W-Wait! I was wanting to ask you something, but it doesn't involve lunch money, or anything to do with paying you to do my homework. I don't even do homework, I pay the teachers to give me A's." I say, obviously teasing because of the thick sarcasm that seems to be just dripping off my tongue.

"Well what do you want then Mr.Popular?" She smirks, seeming to have me at her mercy.

"I- Well...I- I was just wondering...If you're not like- uh- busy... reading? Or...something.... would you wanna- Well...." I start stuttering.

"T-T-T-TODAY JUNYA!!!!" She starts giggling at her somewhat funny remark, receiving a small smile from me in return.

"I was wondering if you would want to go on a date with me Saturday or something, but I'm really nervous to ask you because I don't even know your name and I think about you all the time, and I am talking really fast and I am NOT meaning to!!!"  I finally get all of it out at once, knowing my mouth may not let me speak any more, regardless of whatever her answer may be.

"Um, I dunno, it depends on what you are wanting to do, because I might have a date already." She says, whilst walking down the hall with numerous notebooks and a sketch book all piled in her hands.

My mouth drops, 'The thought never occured that she could already be seeing anyone' I think, feeling like I wish I could just shrink away and disappear. 

"Oh, well... um.... I guess- I'll leave you alone then?" I stutter out, speaking about an octave higher than my natural voice. 

"Ya know I meant a date with my computer, right?" She laughs, man, does she have a pretty laugh. Fuck, there I go with the girly shit again. I really need to fucking get my head together. 

"Oh, well.... would you want to go to a movie? Or something?" I ask, feeling a little more confident knowing that she isn't already being hit on by any other guys. 

"Sure, just... I dunno. Stalk my locker again some time and give me details?" She giggles, and starts to walk into a classroom "P.S. Mr.Popular, you're late for class." She shuts the door as I hear the bell ring. Fuck.... This is the third class I've been late to today.... and this is only third period...