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7. Sarcasm Is My Birth Right, You Sandwich Stealer.

7. Sarcasm Is My Birth Right, You Sandwich Stealer.

Thirty seconds more, Maya. Just gotta hang on. Don't you dare close your eyes for a millisecond.

   It's the the third period of the day.

    Guess what it is.

    It's history.

    I can't keep my eyes open even if my life depended on it.

   Mrs. Hamilton is just so boring. Soooooo boring.

     So far, nobody has spoken to me except for Ashley. There were quite a few murmurs here and there, but nobody came up and introduced themselves to me.

      I look up at the clock and..

5..

4..

3..

2..

1..

Tringggggg

  FREEDOM!!!!!!

I quickly get up from my seat and rush towards the door, but a hand grips onto my arm. I turn around and see my worst enemy.

   No, not Ashley.

   She comes second.

   This person was the person who I hated from the beginning of my existence. Stupid soda dumper.

    Stupid Ryan Avery.

     "Hi. I'm Ryan. I noticed that you're new he-"

      "No shit, Sherlock." I blurted.

       "Uhh, anyway, would you like to, umm, maybe go out for a coffee with me?" he asked, shyly. Ha, first Chase, now Ryan. I'm on a roll. High five to myself.

        "So do I take your smile to be a yes?" he smirked.

         "Wait-no."

        "No?" he looked at me, shocked. Aww, he's never been turned down before!

        "Yea-" I stopped. What if I play hard to get and all that crap? Yep. Gonna go with that. "I mean, maybe. I need to think it over." I strained a smile at him.

       I can't wait to see his reaction when he comes to know I'm actually Maya Parish aka NERD.

      Without uttering another word, I swiftly turned around and stalked out of the class room.

      Dayna's got to hear this. After all, it was her who wanted proof that popularity is based on physical appearance and right now, I'm clearly winning this.

       I reach my locker and open it. I take my bag out of it and head for the girls washroom. On the way, I spot Dayna and we make eye contact. Stealthy, she starts following me to the washroom. I get to the door and Dayna quickly enters it. She knocks twice on the door which means the coast is clear. I sigh in relief, "It's showtime." I enter the washroom and quickly enter a cubical.
 
      I change into my Maya clothes. I take off my wig and instead put my real hair up in a ponytail. Am I missing anything?
      
        I don't think so.

        I get out of the cubical and-

"GLASSES!"

     I stagger back at Dayna's sudden outburst. "What?" I look at her confused, then realisation dawned on me, "Holy crap!" I reach into my bag and struggle finding them. I nearly empty out my entire bag but they were still not there.

     "Shit. Where are they?!" I nearly screamed. I can't lose my glasses.

       "Oh, here. Found them!" Dayna picked up my glasses and gave them to me. "Oh thank God!" I sigh in relief, "Well, wasn't this just fun."

      "Stop it with the sarcasm." Dayna rolled her eyes.

       "What? I have all the right to be sarcastic right now. This whole thing is just painful." I reply, getting out of washroom.

        "Psst, You can be yourself now." Dayna whispered.

         "Hmph. Finally. I missed the life of being invisible. So peaceful." I chirped.

         "Shut up. You love the spotlight." Dayna taunted.

          "Who doesn't." I laughed, "Wait, we went off topic. No, wait. What was the topic again?"

          "I don't know. Now lets go, I'm hungry as hell. I could eat an elephant." Dayna complained.

         "Same here. I'm starving."

*******

"Hi there, shy baby!" I cooed at Chase.

      "I hate you." he stated.

      "Nah. You love me." I corrected.
       "Nooo. I definitely hate you." he glared.

        "Ok fine. You're not getting Tams' homemade chicken sandwiches." I sweetly replied, while opening the pack of sandwiches that Tams made in the morning. They were mouth watering sandwiches and Chase was it's biggest fan. The only thing that he would want on his birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas and other holidays, was a box full of Tams' chicken sandwiches.

       Chase's face fell. He looked like he was about to cry. "Y-you can't do that! Ok fine, I don't hate you!" he whined.

       I smirked.

       Chase quickly snatched the sandwich from my hand, "But I do love these sandwiches." he smirked and took a big bite.

       "Sandwich stealer." I huffed.

       "How was your day though, Ms. Maya?" Chase asked.

        "Ryan asked me out." I said while eating the other sandwich that Tams packed for me. It probably came out as, "Ran ach may oot"

          "Huh?" Chase looked confused.

        I swallowed and said, "Ryan. Asked. Me. Out."

        There was silence.

        I looked at Chase and his mouth was hanging open.

        "He's so whipped." he muttered.

       
Ok don't kill me.
I'm so sorry.
I haven't updated in so long! :/
I was out of town and I didn't get time to update :(
Anyway, here the new chapter. It's not that great, atleast it's something though.

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