Curry Not Curie

Prologue

Marie Curry decided to join her school's History Club to impress her crush. She overheard him telling his friends that he loves history. Marie's plan is to impress her co-members until she finally reaches the status of History Club President. Sweet victory it will be when she finally kicks Mr. President to the curb! However, Marie finds herself experiencing one teeny-tiny problem: she's a failure when it comes to history.

Prologue:

"Who was the first president of Uzbekistan?" The current History Club President is flipping through his cards of questions to ask. Notice I said "current" because pretty soon I'll be replacing him.

Or not. "Fuck, how do they even expect me to know this?" I think to myself. "Oh, I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the fact that you're part of the school's most avid fans of History?" Marie Curry no. 2 replied. I see I'm still as mean to myself as ever.

I scratch my head and then blurt out the first name that comes to mind. "Uhh, George Bush?" Rapid blinking from the History Club members is my response. What? That was a good enough guess considering I never knew Uzbekistan even existed.

"This is not the time to be funny, Ms. Curry," Mr. President gives me a scalding look. I wasn't even trying to be funny! And what the hell is his problem? He never smiles at me. Plus he's always mad at me. Fine, maybe I'm the dumbest person when it comes to history but I can be knowledgeable at other things! I know a list of the 10 most deadly plants on earth! Even if I just saw it on Youtube.com.

"Who can help Ms. Curry?" Sharon Dallas raises her hand. It is 150% obvious that she likes Mr. President. Most likely, he likes her back. Sharon knows the A to Z's of history. She even knows the top 10 shortest (yes, in terms of height) emperors of all time. Also, she's super attractive.

"Ah, Sharon!" Mr. President smiles at one of his best members, warmly. "The answer is?"

Sharon rolls her eyes at me then proceeds to bat her eyes at the annoying president. "The question is so basic and easy I don't know how anyone could not know the answer." Asshole! "The answer is Islam Karimov." They're both annoying assholes it's a perfect match! They can bore themselves to sleep by discussing Historical trivia's. The means in which they turn each other on is probably through reciting the names of all the presidents the US ever had.

"Next question," I sit down. "It's still for you, Ms. Curry." Why can't he call me by my first name like he does everyone else? He rubs his eyes, frustrated, and then asks "Who is the current president of Uzbekistan?" Geez, more Uzbekistan questions? Fuckin' hell!

I stare at him. I'm never admitting to myself that I admitted this to myself but he's so hot. He has nice arms. I'm an arms lovin' kinda woman. He also has a clear cut jaw. And the prettiest baby blue eyes. Why does he have to be the biggest nerd slash asshole ever? He coughs, and then asks, "Ms. Curry?"

"Er," I tap my chin thoughtfully. He gives me a pointed look. "You have no idea do you?"

"Uh erm...No," I sigh. "The answer is Islam Karimov, Ms. Curry," He crosses his arms over his chest. His fantastic arms! I mean, gross ew yucky arms. "He has been the only president of Uzbekistan."

"Curse you, Islam Karimov for making my life harder than it has to be," I whisper to myself.

"What's that?" Mr. President raises an eyebrow at me.

"Nothing," I reply. This is gonna be a looooong year.