The Nerd Who Fell Over The Bad Boy.

School Sucks!

Every year my school has this stupid Valentines Day dance- you can't go without a date- I didn't have one. I had been stressing for months about this and a week before I still didn't have one. Even Claudia had one and I DIDN'T. Mind you, she's going with Cryin' Brian a young fart of a lad who as you may have guessed cries A LOT so I was far from jealous of that. Anyhoo, I was in a pretty bad mood on Wednesday morning and I was going to school which put my patience to the test at the best of times, for the simple reason, I am surrounded by idiots.

Sitting in my seat that very morning in Geography, I experienced a perfect example of how idiotic these idiots can be:

" Women today account for just over 14 percent of executive officers in-" my Geography teacher Ms.Blake was saying before she was rudely interupted by John the class dickhead.

"Well in fairness Miss," he said in an "I am so right" kind of voice "Why would you let a woman do anything important, sure, don't they mess up everything they do?"

"Excuse me?" I said without thinking, rounding on John, my face must have been pretty scary because Johns smile faltered and he sat up straighter.

"I said," John smirked standing up "That women can't do a man's job."

"Dude, sit down." Ace muttered warily, eyeing me as I too stood up.

"Well, it seems," I said "That no one can do a man's job because men sure as fucking can't."

"What's that supposed to mean, fatso?"

"FATSO? That's rich coming from the dude with the four chins! What? You liked the first one so much you decided to make a collection?"

John looked stunned and stroked his many chins protectively, which made them quiver with fear.

"Whatever- why don't you go make me a sandwich? That's all you women are good for."

"Now pet," I said holding his hand, false concern in my voice "Do you really think you need another sandwich? I just don't want you to suffocate in your man boobs next time you do a handstand."

The class roared with laughter and I agreed coldly "You're right, pigs can't do handstands and sexist ones are no exception."

John looked at me and I could see his tiny brain working overdrive as he tried to come up with something nasty to say.

"Forget it." I said, "The only way you'll get your comeback is if you scrape it off our mothers teeth."

"I don't want a sandwich from you anyway, you'd probably mess it up, you're just a girl after all." John said cruelly.

"A girl who just kicked your wobbly ass." said Bartholomew, a- sort of emo- boy in my class, standing up too.

"Now everyone, sit down please." said Ms.Blake from the top of the room, she spoke harshly but a smile was playing on her lips.

"No miss, women have been fighting for years to be accepted in society, fighting for simple things like votes and jobs only for pricks like him to belittle them, it's an insult to brave women like Mary Robinson."

John opened his mouth to say something.

"Google her!" I snapped and sat down with a huff.

"Well," smiled Ms.Blake "I'm glad someone listens  to what I say. Anyway as I was saying-"

SEE? This is the type of bullcrap that I have to live with. Mind you, I never usually curse, have angry outbursts or make weight jokes but if you haven't noticed I am a feminist and Johns attitude made my blood boil and anyway I was in a bad mood.

"Woah, Lyd," Claudia said to me after class "That was so weird. I've never heard you burst like that."

"Yeah." I huffed.

"Everyone's talking about it."

"Great. I groaned.

"No, in a good way!"

"Really?"

"Well, almost all good. All John's friends are pissed but other than that..."

"Wow, all two of them?"

She giggled "When did you get so funny?"

"Thanks." I muttered, sarcasm heavy in my voice.

"Poor Brian was crying over it."

"Nothing new there."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

But I was saved by Mister Emo, who ran up and told Claudia that Brian was looking for her in the bathroom.She looked horror-struck.

"Just joking Claudia, he's outside the Geography room still."

She ran off and he turned and stuck his hand out and said "I'm Tolly. Or Bartholomew for short."

"Hi Tolly." I said awkwardly

"No, Bartholomew." he grinned pushing his jet black hair out of his eyes "I insist."

I laughed "Well, can I call you Tolly, Bartholomew is a bit of a mouthful."

"Well, if you want to be business-like...I suppose so."

"Lydia." I said shaking his hand.

"Okay, Tolly's alright but Lydia is genuinely not my name!"

"No"  I said, in stiches, now. "Me."

"Oh," he said, smiling "I know."

After around 20 minutes (it was lunch) I had a pain in my stomach from laughing-he was hilarious.

"Hey," he said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"LYDIA!" yelled Ace from down the hall.

"Just a second." I smiled at Tolly.

"Um..kay." he said.

"What's up?" I said to Ace when he reached me.

"Not much." he smiled, "Everyone's talking about you, "Your mother's teeth!" That was brilliant! Where do you come up with this stuff?"

"Oh, you know," I said, in a hopeless attempt to seem cool, "my mind."

UH-OH, cringe-alert! Alarms went off in my head but I stayed smiling.

"You're so weird." he said, smiling, "Which is exactly why I want you to come with me to the Valentine's Day dance."

"Uh, really?!" I squealed.

"Ya" he smiled "I mean, it's pretty cringe but heck if I had you there to make me laugh I might enjoy it just a little."

"Um, okay." I giggled.

"Cool, see you there, on Friday night." he reminded me.

I strolled back to Tolly, beside whom, Claudia was standing.

"Did he ask you?" she smiled.

"To the dance? Yep!"

"Oh that's great." she didn't sound like she thought it was great but whatever!

"What did you want to ask me anyway?" I said turning to Tolly.

"Um, nothing," he muttered "I mean-something. But I forgot." and with that he turned and strode down the hall and out the front door without so much as a goodbye.

 Only, what? Four months late but who's counting :P Anywaay thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it! COMMENT PLEASE! OR VOTE! Whatever suits! I really appreciate it!

Thanx,

Lauren xxx