Stereotyping Gone Wrong

Chapter One: The Jock

Chapter One: Brett the Jock

Brett's life was good. He and the team had just won a football game, spring was upon them, and soon it would be summer. Yes, Brett did not have a complaint in the world. He smiled contently, sitting in math class while the teacher blabbed on.

"Miss Ward, do you know the answer?"

Brett turned to look at the student Mrs Lambburt had asked. She was a small girl, with long black hair and pretty brown eyes. Brett couldn't say he noticed her very much.

The girl quickly sunk into her seat, looking completely terrified at being asked the question. "I...I don't know ma'am," she squeaked quietly, blushing furiously with the class looking over at her. Brett thought she looked kind of cute.

The teacher sighed. "Does anyone want to help Miss Ward out?" She asked, though she had turned back to the white board and wasn't really watching the class anymore.

Brett would have answered, but he hadn't really been paying attention in class. He honestly was a bit distracted with the winning game. It wasn't like football was the only thing on his mind, but it did cause a distraction.

Lucky for the rest of the class, himself included. Someone else had easily already answered the question.

Irving Kwasinzki, boy genius. Brett knew of him, although besides being ten times smarter than everyone else in here, he didn't have the best rep. The man let out an exasperated sigh. He clearly thought Miss Ward was stupid for not already answering the question. He answered it quickly, sending the poor girl a judgmental look as he did so.

The teacher nodded. "Correct Kwasinzki, although next time maybe you should raise your hand," she hinted at. However Irving looked like he could care less about raising his hand just to answer a stupid question.

Right then, the bell went off. School over for the day, which meant Brett wanted to head home. He collected his things and headed out, spotting Irving in the hallways. Brett gave one of his naturally charming smiles as he approached. "Hey Irving," he called.

Irving sent him a disgusted look. "Oh look. It's our star football player, had a good game recently?" He asked, although his voice was full of sarcasm, it was clear he really didn't care.

Brett nodded. "Actually yeah, we did. I didn't see you there, but that's okay. Not everyone goes to our games," he said with a smile.

The geek rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I don't actually care. Football is for the barbarians, and not a genius like myself." He fixed his comically large glasses. "Now run along before your stupidity rubs off on me."

At this, Brett frowned. He hadn't ever spoken to Irving before, but he could already tell that he was a real jerk. "That isn't a very nice thing to say," he commented. "Maybe you should act a bit nicer." His voice was getting a little darker as he slammed his hand on the locker's beside him.

To the random passerby this would look like the school jock bullying some random nerd.

Irving rolled his eyes. "Stop butting into other people's lives. Newsflash ape, nobody wants you there," he said before closing his own locker.

Brett was getting mad, but he held back. "Look, I didn't come over here to start a fight."

"That would be a first."

"I just wanted to ask you something," Brett explained. He was trying his hardest not to snap and yell at this nerd, who clearly thought way too highly of himself. But Brett still wanted to ask his original question. He was having a party this weekend, and he wanted to invite as many people as he could, even obnoxious nerds.

Irving pushed his glasses back into place. "You can bully me as much as you want big guy, I am still not doing your homework. Unlike the rest of this stupid school, I don't care if our star foot ball player fails his classes."

Brett blinked, well that was definitely not why he wanted to talk to this guy. "No! I don't want you to do my homework! Look man, I just came to invite you over to my party this weekend, my parents are out of town and thought you might like to come." He rubbed the back of his neck, this was harder than he thought.

Irving huffed. "Yeah, like I'd go to some stupid party. It's probably just a trick to embarrass me. I'll pass, have a good life of yours and goodbye!" With that Irving thrust his backpack over his shoulders and walked away, leaving Brett alone and sincerely confused.

Brett honestly wasn't sure what one would consider of that exchange, but now he was glad that Irving had refused his party invite. He wouldn't want him there now anyways.

The jock headed over to his own locker, surprised to find his cousin: Amy, waiting for him. She smiled happily. "Hey Betty." She was the only one allowed to call him that nickname. "What took you so long?" The blonde asked with a tilt of her head.

Brett sighed as he got some stuff out of his locker. "I was trying or invite some more people to the party, and I realized that the bigger the brain, the bigger the ego." He shut his locker and turned to his cousin. "Have you heard of that Irving Kwasinzki?" His cousin nodded. "He's a real jerk."

Amy titled her head. "Really? I always thought he was kind of sweet, in a weird sort of nerdy way," she explained with a slight frown. Brett couldn't help but smile, yep that was his cousin, seeing the good in everybody. Even when they clearly didn't deserve it.

"I still invited him to the party, maybe he'll come."

Amy smiled. "I bet lots of people will come, but are you sure your parents are okay with this?" She asked as they headed out.

Brett chuckled. "I never asked, they'll be out of town anyways, and you know how my dad feels about me doing anything not football related," he gave a half hearted smile as they exited the building.

Amy shook her head. "Alright, but I can only imagine how your parents would react if they came home early," she laughed and Brett shook his head.

"Come now Ames, don't jinx me. This might just turn into one of those high school movie cliches."