The Bully's Nerd

Chapter One

Chapter One

Looking in the mirror has always been one of those things that remind me of who I am. Behind the glasses. Behind the good grades. Behind the good composure. My blue eyes and fair skin a reminder of my father. My dark, wavy locks a reminder of the amazing woman I call my mom. It was easy to keep these things in the back of my head. It was easy for me not to push any further than the surface and that's what I was satisfied with. I didn't try to push further, I didn't try to look for attention, I didn't look to be noticed. Fading and blending into the background was enough for me. After being in the middle of so much for so long, one becomes reticent. So I blended, and I continued doing so.

I was a generally happy person. I didn't complain and honestly, I was blessed. Yet, there was that one part of my daily life that made me want to stay in bed. No, it wasn't terrible, yet it was pretty draining. I guess what I'm trying to say is that my serenity goes away when it's yet another school day. It all basically goes to hell when my alarm clock goes off.

I groggily got out of bed and hopped in the shower, letting down the tangled mess that I call my hair. I turned on the hot water and let the water relax the tense muscles on my back. That's about as relaxing as my day is going to get. When I finished I got dressed in a pretty basic outfit and put on my glasses. I ran down the stairs almost killing myself in the process. Note to self, don't run down the stairs. Once in the kitchen, I walked over to my mom and kissed her on the cheek.

"Buenos dias mama," I said with a smile, grabbing an empty plate from beside her. She's always been my role-model. Her strength and determination always were things to admire, especially after my father left us. She stayed strong and worked hard and now we happily live in our own decently large house, she has her own company that specializes in helping teen moms, and we've never needed any help from my father.

"Morning nena, do you want some breakfast?" she asked me, looking up from her phone. "Yes please," I nodded and she served me a plate. She didn't have to be at work till later, and my 13-year-old sister, Katia, was still getting ready upstairs. Plus our housekeeper didn't get here until around 10:30 am so my mom happily made breakfast for us every morning.

I basically swallowed everything whole, my manners flying out the window, making my mom give me a disapproving look. Smiling innocently, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and put my plate in the sink. I waved goodbye to my mom and grabbed my car keys off the glass table by our front door, swinging my backpack on. The warm air hit me almost as soon as I opened the door, which made me smile to myself as I unlocked my car. The warmth reminded me that school was almost over and once this year was over, I only had one more to go. This thought was enough to keep my negative thoughts about school at bay as I made my way to my best friend's house. Ten minutes consisting of me humming along to a song on the radio and drumming my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel went by before I pulled up to Jaqueline's house. When I got to her driveway, I parked, pulled out my phone and called her knowing she was still asleep.

"Hello?" she answered, the grogginess evident in her voice. Diosito, give me patience, please.

"Jaqueline Bray, for the love of god, you better not be fucking sleeping. I refuse to be late to school again because you don't know how to set a damn alarm." I complained in a bitter tone. Jaqueline has been my best friend since that one day in the 6th grade where she defended me in front of our English class. The girl was a firecracker, and I mean that in both a positive and negative way. Her smile was infectious and she could light up a room. The girl didn't give a shit about what people thought and she had the tendency to make that clear to anyone who tried to cross her, or me for that matter.

"Oh yeah I'm totally ready!" she said in an unconvincing tone before a rather loud thud was heard through the speaker. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at how unorganized she was.

"Yeah okay, sure. Hurry up chica," I said curtly into the phone. It was another ten minutes before Jaqueline ran out of her house, attempting to zip up her backpack in the process. She smiled sheepishly when she saw me glaring at her from inside the car and finally got into the passenger seat.

"Made it," she said with a smirk, adding a playful wink at the end. I sighed and shook my head with a small smile playing on my lips as I put the car in drive. She's a handful. To be honest, I don't know how she manages to look so good without any effort. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled up into a neat high ponytail and her blue eyes sparkled, one of the most stunning features on her face, right next to her thick eyebrows.

"Earth to Jaqueline," I stated rather loudly, waving my hand in front of her face when we stopped at a red light. She was glued to her phone and had hardly said a word since she barreled her way into the car. "I'm not sure what's so freaking interesting about your phone that you can't have a conversation with your beloved best friend." I rolled my eyes.

"You know I love you," she retorted, still not looking up at me for a second. Wow, the attention I get from her is overwhelming. Note the sarcasm.

About 5 minutes later, we were pulling into the school parking lot, the only thing that Jaqueline actually looked up for the whole way there. We stepped out of the car and I locked it before we began to make our way to the double-doors at the front of the school. Some people from my Physics class waved with a small smile while some of the girls who spent more time fixing their makeup than fixing their grades sneered at me. With a simple eye roll, I continued walking. If I let myself be bothered by the daily sneers and nasty looks, believe me, I'd be bitter. Jaqueline, on the other hand, glared at them and flicked them off, her temper getting the best of her, as always.

Before I could enter the school, a voice I knew all too well stopped me. "Lenne," he tsked in a taunting manner. It was none other than Jake Reece Asher. No, he wasn't the type of asshole that will embarrass you in front of the school. No, he wasn't a cliche privileged boy with nothing better to do. No, he didn't quite enjoy torturing others, he just liked having power over people. He's the type of asshole that will try and get you to succumb to his point of view. The kind of asshole I hated. Most of the school kissed the ground he walked on and well, I refused to follow suit. Even then, I still had to admit that he was intimidating. So um, just my fucking luck huh?

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As most of my original readers may know, Jaqueline was Jolie and Lenne didn't have a sister and I know it seems weird but, I promise you I know what I'm doing. Honestly, I wasn't feeling confident with the first couple of chapters in my story so I'm just tweaking it here and there. For those of you who just started reading, disregard the above and welcome to the Peach Family. I hope you enjoy the book and truly if you have any edits or suggestions or even nice comments I really appreciate those. Most of the chapters will be in Lenne's point of view unless it says otherwise in the beginning of the chapter. Have a great day and editing will be done soon just please be patient with me Peaches. Loves you guys -Aime