Not Your Cliché

Chapter 1: Audrey, are you brain dead?

"I can't write this." I dropped my pencil on the table. Writing a five page paper, is hard. The struggle is real.

"Yes you can Audrey," Lewis said as he was getting up from his seat seat next to me. We were doing our homework at Aroma Coffee Café.

"Where you going?" I asked him.

"I'm getting a drink, you want something-"

"Can you get me lemonade please?" I told him but paused realizing that was rude "-I'm so tired and my throat so dry, y'know, from all that writing." I faked a cough, "see?" I smiled sheepishly.

"You only wrote like three sentences, your poor paper is tired and dry from you" Lewis said back at me.

I decided to do what I'm best at, I gave him the puppy eyes. Or as I called it, 'The Puss In Boots Eyes'.

"Please?" He looked at me then look away, and then glanced at me. He sigh, "I hate you" He said giving in.

"You know you mean love" I smirked. His turned pink and slowly his face turned pink as well.

Lewis rolled his eyes, "Alright" He said as he was walking away.

"Wait." I grasped his arm with one hand while the other one is in my pocket searching for money.

He let go of my arm and smiled at him, "No, it's okay, I can pay for it," he said, but I ignored that and held out five buck, "Audrey, I insist."

"Well, I insist that you take it." I told him but he didn't take it. I rolled my eyes," Lewis seriously, just take it before I die from dehydration."

Lewis sighed and took the money, "If you insist," he murmured walking to the cashier.

Clara scoffed, and went back on her phone.

"What?" I asked her. Me and Clara been friends since 5th grade and we met Lewis at 6th grade. She always talked about how Lewis is in love me with me or something, but I knew she liked him even since.

Clara has wavy beachy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, warming smile, perfect glowing tan, and mostly her intelligence. She wears contacts rather than glasses because she doesn't like it when people to call her a 'nerd' Which is so far off, I think she could pull it off. Basically Clara was good girl who was every guy's every dream girl.

Lewis was the the quarterback in the football team. Dirty blonde hair, green eyes and charming grin that made lots of girls like a crush on him, or some daydream about the day they get married to him, supposedly have kids with him.

Welcome to my high school, North Brooks.

He's smarter than he looks, for the jock. I'm saying that jock are stupid, even though some of them are, but most of them are pretty dang smart. Most girls ask me how am I 'just friends' with him, and some of them actually hiss at me for being friends with him. To them Lewis is hot, but to me he's... pretty. I would love to have blonde hair and green eyes. It's way to weird for me to like my best friends, much less date him. Or have kids with him. I cringed at that thought.

"You know what" She smirked at me.

"No, I don't actually."

"You don't need to act dumb, you know exactly what"

I ignored that, knowing exactly what. I glanced at my unfinished essay.

"When is this due?" I asked changing the subject,

"Tomorrow."

"What type of the grade is this?" I asked since we have different types of grades. Daily grade which is only ten percent of our grade, quiz grade which is thirty percent of our grade, and test grade that is sixty percent of our grade.