Ms. Popular And Mr. Shy

Chapter 2: Douchebags Aren't My Type

It's 2am as I'm writing this but what the heck, I'm in the mood for another chapter so here it is enjoy :D
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"Um s-sorry, glasses, I was s-surprised and um, sorry, I'm being weird," Oliver mumbled, looking at anywhere but me. His cheeks were flustered with embarrassment and he was playing with his fingers. I simply gave him a questioning look.

"Yeah, it's cool don't worry. I actually came over here to say that we're partners for this project," I replied nonchalantly. To say he was shocked was an understatement.

"Y-you want to be m-my p-partner?" Oliver asked, his cheeks turning a crimson red once again. I chuckled, kind of amused at how shy he was.

"Let's just say that I didn't willingly choose to be your partner. We're only partners since I don't have one" I shrugged and gave him a quick smile.

He stared at me again, and looked away once he realized he was staring. "But you're popular, how can you not have a partner," he mumbled quietly. I sighed and looked around. Man, if only Lola was here I wouldn't be stuck with this weirdo.

I was about to answer when Mrs. Davidson told the class to go back to their seats. After that, she went on with the lesson before class was dismissed. The next lesson was just a free period from Mr. Summers. He just had to make a joke about how it was summer break and we deserved a break from "big ol' summers". I cringed again just thinking of it. Finally it was time for lunch.

I went towards my locker to place my books and grab my lip gloss. Yeah, I always keep one in there just in case. As soon as I was done applying it, I closed my locker. I screamed when I saw Levi standing there. When did he even get there?

"Goddammit Levi, can you stop appearing out of nowhere?" I said while slapping his arm.

"What can I say, I can't seem to stay away from gorgeous girls like you," he said, grabbing the hand I used to slap him and kissing it softly. I gasped and pulled my hand away, wiping it on my shirt.

"Ugh, you are so annoying and gross. Seriously, you could've been making out with some girl," I said in disgust while he was laughing, clearly amused.

"Aren't you smart cos I really was making out with Melissa before this. She knows how to play it rough, and man her body is amaz-" Levi said, sharing his disgusting moment. I cut him off by kicking his shin. He didn't seem to be in pain though but he just stopped and laughed again. Ugh, stupid soccer player.

"Ever heard of too much information? Whatever, douchebag, I'm going to eat." I said and started walking away. Boy was I annoyed when he grabbed my wrist, again.

"What do you want now?" I hissed, crossing my arms.

"About what I was going to ask you earlier. Um yea, do you want to..." Levi said, scratching the back of his neck. I arched an eyebrow, giving him a look that said "go on".

"Do you want to go out with me, like on a date?" Levi asked. I was surprised for a moment; Levi never asks any girl out on a date. Usually he just did it with them and left. The guy never even says "bye". I got suspicious when I realized this had to be one of his stupid pranks.

I was just about to answer, which was going to be a no by the way since douchebags aren't my type, when he started bursting out laughing. He was laughing so hard he had to hold the locker doors for support.

"Oh God, you shoulda seen your face. Especially when I kissed your hand. Do you actually believe I, Levi Smith, possibly even the biggest player ever, would ever go out on a date? And with you of all people" he said, laughing again after the word "date".

I glared at him, my hands clenching into fists. Oh, if looks could kill, Levi James Smith, if looks could kill. It took me a whole lot of self-control not to attack him right there and then. So, I did what was right and mature. I took a deep breath.

"K," I said to him with a blank expression and walked away. His laughter immediately stopped and was replaced with a shocked and annoyed look. I smiled to myself, knowing my reply had hurt his huge ego. I sat at the cafeteria in my usual table with the same group of jocks and popular girls whom to be quite honest, I never really liked. But of course with my reputation, I had to sit there.

After lunch was over, the rest of the lessons also went by in a blur. By the time school ended, everyone bolted out the door, hugging and cheering with their friends. A bunch of people also came up to me and hugged me with "I'll miss you"s and all that crap. Don't get me wrong I was touched but, come on it's not like we're not gonna see each other again. Besides, I didn't even know their names.

I was walking out of class with three girls when I spotted Oliver at his locker. I figured I should go talk to him more since we're partners and all. I bid the girls goodbye and went over to him.

"Hey," I said to him, causing him to jump back in surprise and accidentally hitting my arm. Ouch, the boy was kinda strong.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, I'm so sorry Karla I didn't see you there, I'm sorry," he apologized genuinely, rushing through his words.

I rubbed my arm and flashed him a weak smile, telling him it was okay. He looked down in embarrassment and ran his hand through his dark brown hair.

"I actually came here to just talk to you since I don't know you and we're partners and all," I said to him nonchalantly again.

"You know, I'm still surprised why you agreed to be with me when you could've been with anyone else cos you're popular," he looked up at me again, this time talking at a normal pace, but still quiet.

I don't know why but that statement caused me to snap. Seriously what is wrong with him? Did he not understand how much I did not want to be his partner?

"Will you stop saying that? Because truthfully, I would rather partner anyone else but you. But I can't okay. So just drop it and move on, weirdo," I said angrily, kind of regretting saying the weirdo part to him. His eyes flashed a glint of hurt and it immediately changed into sadness.

"Yeah, who am I kidding, no one would ever want to partner a weirdo like me. I'll see you later, Karla, I gotta go back to being my weirdo self again," his voice laced with sadness as he shut his locker door and walked out the doors. I instantly felt guilty and did a facepalm. Great, now I need to go apologize.

I proceeded to run out to look for Oliver but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, I found a very messy looking Lola, crying on the bench.
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Oh shoot why is Lola crying? :o
We'll find out in the next chapter of course.

But anywho, we can all agree Levi is a douchebag amirite? Okay fine, hot douchebag ;)

And whats up with Oliver, poor little innocent child :(

Okok I should probably go to sleep now haha let me know if you enjoyed this chapter :)

Xoxo meera