Nerd

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SHELLEY'S POINT OF VIEW:

Why do girls even wear clothes if they go out like the sluttiest version of a slut? Why do girls sound so much like barbie? Why do girls even bother check if their hair line's straight? Why do girls count every carb they eat a day? Why do girls want to do slumber parties if all they do was look at their phones? 

I'm a girl. Yes I am actually a girl. But why am I not like those blonde girls trying to copy Regina George? Like, oh my God. They will never be her! Just like how 'fetch' was never a word at all!

Okay enough about legends, I mean, Mean Girls. My point in here is, why is everyone in high school needs to be a replica of Barbie with bigger boobs and ass? Well maybe I am not just used to it. I used to study at a 'regular' (I mean with that normal students in uniforms) school, and now, I'm here. At Claire University. Its a rich kind of school or whatever rich people calls it. 

I'm adopted. I used to be an orphan that's why I' at this uniform policy school.

And now, I'm here. Got adopted by some rich lady and her rich man. I love them, really. I just don't like them letting me wear pink, so much. 

"Hey." I thought my heart would jump out of my head when I heard a girl call out. I turned, oh. Oh. Oh a blonde. I tried to smile. Tried. 

"You look like dying. Are you alright?" She actually looked worried. I erased the 'smile' on my face and frowned.

"Yeah, actually." I answered and turned my gaze back to my schedule. 

"I'm Carrie." She offered me her hand. Rule number one, DO NOT MAKE FRIENDS WITH ANYONE POPULAR.

I hesitated, then took her hand, "Shelley." I replied.

"As in Jones? Shelley Jones? Oh my gosh! I saw you at a calendar, I mean, I'm not lesbian. I have a brother, uhm, I-" She stopped and flushed. I suppressed a laugh. 

Okay, not popular, I guess.

"No, its okay. I'm used to it. Well no bragging intended. I think. Maybe. Nevermind." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I mean, I am used at talking to girls, and everyone around me since I came from an orphanage. 

But this kind of girls? No. Just, no. I mean they're RICH! I don't have problems with those un-rich people, its just that, I get shy with people I don't belong with.

"You're... Okay. Oh and I better get going. I'll see you at lunch, yeah?" I just gave her a nod.

I think she finds me weird and just wanted to say she'll see me at lunch to not be mean, but she will not eat with me at lunch. That's fine with me though. I finally found the right room to my homeroom class when, when girls and their tits came blocking my way. What is there problem?

"He's looking at me!"

"No, at me! Look at his eyes! Isn't the most beautiful sight ever?"

I rolled my eyes. And here comes the part where the school bad boy slash player comes and everyone blocks the way. And then my eyes landed to those familiar... Wait. Not eyes. Familiar smile. But he can't be.

This guy has blue eyes, he has green eyes.

"Oh. Shelley. Nice to see you, again."

Then my eyes went wide. Who is he?

Oh wait. Oh no.

"You're the nerd?"

He chuckled and the girls' gaze was now on me.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Oh my gosh. Hey floor can you swallow me? Please.