Can't Help Falling In Love With The Hot NERD

Part 5: Can't Help Falling In Love With The Hot NERD

Luckily, today I had some free time away from my homework to upload some more!  

Yay for me!!  

Hope you enjoy this chapter, I tried to make it longer, but I guess it just matters on opinion...

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   Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick. Derick.

   "Derick!" I yelled as I awoke in a sweat. Then I realized where I really was: in my room lying in the bed across from my sleeping roommate.

   "Huh..." I wiped my sweaty forehead and pulled my hand through my bed hair.

   I really needed to stop obsessing over that new guy. Something has got to be wrong with me. I thought as I closed my eyes to go to sleep.

   But I couldn't. I couldn't sleep..  

   So I took this as a sign that I really was sick.  

   I got up and took some Tylenol to knock me out.  

   And I laid down again, closing my eyes, waiting for the drugs to take affect.

   After that, I went into a dreamless sleep.  

   My last thoughts were: Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Derick. NO! Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Derick. Derick's so cute! NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?? UGH! Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Oh! Derick! GRRRRRR... Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Don't obsess over him. Derick........

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   "Yasmin, come on! You don't need to spend that much time in the bathroom! You're already too pretty!!" yelled Anne. "It's totally not fair!"

   "Anne, I'm no prettier than you!" I said back as I ran out the bathroom door and caught up with Anne May who was already turning around and walking down the girls' dorm hall.

   "I wish," she whispered as her heels tapped down the stairs.  

   "You're so much prettier than me, Anne," I whispered back as I slid my hand through her silky black hair.

   Anne was my dorm partner and we shared a room. She was a Filipino and my best friend since second grade, when I helped her pick up her things in the hallway after they had fallen.  

   Anne really thought that I was prettier than her, but she never noticed how guys seemed to drool over her like they did to me, even though I thought of myself as very ugly. She had silky, almost waist-length black hair and fair, non-oily, light brown skin that sparkled in the rays of the classroom lights.  

   Anne was the perfect best friend, she never judged you no matter what you did, she was honest and loyal, she was smart and resourceful, she could keep a secret, and best of all: she was the only one that had seen the real me.

   Anne understood what I liked, French vanilla ice cream with a heavy serving of caramel on the side, the Ariel Cafe across from the mall, and even the shiny gold stars that I got from my teachers whenever I had another 100% on my tests.

   She knew what I was like when I woke up in the morning: cranky and rude like an old woman.  

   Anne knew what I was like when I didn't get to eat until later in the day: mean, loud, and whiny, like a spoiled brat.  

   She even knew what I was like when I was angry: vicious like a dog kicked in the butt, like an actress with an iron fist hidden under a sweet-girly facade.

   Even with all my horrible faults, she stayed beside me through it all. Whenever I asked her why she would choose to befriend such a monster like me, she just replied, "When I look at you, I see something that you don't see everyday. Something special, something that a normal person could never have, never be."  

   I asked her what that meant.  

   And she replied, "Whatever you want it to mean."  

   Oh, did I forget to tell you? Anne is also a very mysterious person.

   She knew everything about me. Even the story of why I don't trust men and don't let myself fall in love. Because of the incident.  

   She knew everything, my whole life. And I knew hers.

   Anyway, as me and Anne entered the main subjects hallway, all the boys and girls stared us down and made a personal pathway for us alone.

   "Anne?" a oily-faced, lanky boy stepped in front of us, right in the middle of the hall. "C-Can I talk t-to you?"

   Anne raised an eye-brow and glanced at me. She had no idea that all the boys that walked up to her only had one thing in mind:

    Ask her out.

   I knew this from experience. But I already knew how to easily come up with excuses to avoid them.

  You want to know why I never give anybody a chance? Because the last time I did, somebody died.  

   Though it's ancient history, I don't want that history to repeat itself.

   Anne followed the unknown guy to behind the wall of lockers where nobody could hear them.

   Everybody's eyes were still on me. And I didn't like it.

   So I turned around to get to my classroom and there he stood.  

   Derick.  

   The boy I had messed up my sleep and controlled my mind.  

   He had his head down, facing the floor (probably counting the tiles....)

  He was wearing baby-blue shorts that almost reached down to his knees and a white t-shirt with a Winny-The-Pooh picture printed on the front. His hair was just like yesterday, neat and fluffy...like a muffin.  

   Ugh! Muffin-head! You disturbed my sleep! I'll murder you!

   He didn't notice me standing there. He just kept looking down gloomily.

   "Hey! You! New kid!" Derick looked up in shock as I called over to him. "Oi! Who gives you permission to stare at my school hallway? Huh?!"

   Derick's alarmed frown turned into a lazy smirk. "The hallway janitor."

   "What?" I asked, confused.

   "The janitor told me that if I ever feel bored or out of place, just stare at the hallway floor, and nobody will bother me." he said, his arrogant smirk got bigger and bigger by the second. "But I guess he was mistaken..."

   As I stared dumbstruck, he strutted into the Trig classroom proudly and all the students behind me 'oooh'ed and 'ahhh'ed. They could tell that there would be a huge battle between me and that new guy.

   I would teach him never to mess with my beauty sleep...MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

   I smiled evilly and entered the Trig classroom as the final bell rang and everybody shuffled to their homeroom.

   Today would be a long, fun-filled day.  

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