The Nerd And The Princess

Chapter Three

"Don't fall in love, just love, because everything that falls breaks." --Taylor Swift

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It’s Monday morning. I stayed home all weekend while my 'friends' went out to parties and probably had sex, like the sluts that they are, or at least portray. I wrap my blanket around me and continue watching The Notebook. Crying, because the ending is so depressing. So Jaden and Chelsi decided to be really “romantic” and kiss for three minutes every time they saw each other at school on Friday. It was really annoying. Ava doesn't know about me liking Jaden, but I’m planning on telling her soon. Maybe today. Or never. No, I have to tell her. She’s my best friend. When I turn off my TV, my phone rings. It’s Ava. Teardrops On My Guitar by Taylor Swift plays. I fit this song so well. I sigh and grab my phone and put it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask. I woke up a couple hours ago and watched The Notebook until I had to get ready for school, so I’m not half asleep or anything.

"Morning girly! I’m gonna pick you up for school, ‘kay?" Ava's cheerful voice rings. I groan in my mind. She’s way too happy, especially for a Monday. She always is. But it keeps me in a good mood most of the time and she can be serious or sad when it’s called for. She’s just super optimistic.

"I got basically no sleep last night, Ava. I’m tired." I say getting out of bed and pulling on the shorts and tank top I laid out last night.

"I’m sorry. We can go get Starbucks or something with caffeine before school. I woke up to Josh shooting me with a pellet gun, and now I have an awkward red dot on my face," She says. I hear the opening and closing of her make-up bottles in the background.

"That sucks, and great. I’ve got to go get ready," I say.

"’Kay see you in a bit." She says. I hang up get dressed quickly. After I finish doing my hair and make-up and everything, I walk out of my room and into the kitchen. My mom’s making breakfast. She has flour in her hair and pancake batter and berry stains on her apron. I laugh and she turns around.

"What are you laughing at?" She asks. I put my hands on my hips.

"Why are you cooking?" I ask back. She looks around and shrugs.

"Your dad is leaving tonight for three weeks."

"Again?"

“Again." She sighs and continues making breakfast. I sigh and walk towards the door when somebody knocks on it.

"Hey, les wonderfuls!" She exclaims. She’s currently in a closet obsession (well, I know, but that’s different) with Les Miserables, and she says “Les” before everything and makes it sound all fancy. She even wants to read the book - in the original French version.

"Morning," I say tiredly. She frowns.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"I told you, I didn’t sleep last night," I say walking past her, to get to her car.

"Is your dad leaving again? Why didn’t you get any sleep?"

"Yeah, and that’s why. I’m gonna miss him. It’s for three weeks this time."  

I wouldn't normally lie to Ava - actually, I never have before - but I just can't tell her I have feelings for somebody right now. I’ll tell her tonight. I’m too tired to care right now, anyway. Once we get to school, I push through the people and most of them give me stares. My arm gets pulled suddenly and then I am standing in front of Joycelyn, Kellie, Jennifer, and Hannah. My 'friends'. Actually, Hannah is the most popular girl in school. The one that bullied me and made me hate myself so much that I drowned in self harm and depression. She’s basically an ignorant, slutty bitch. And she doesn’t care at all that she hurts people every day. And I saw a girl stand up to her after losing all her friends because of Hannah once. The girl even showed Hannah her countless scars. Hannah laughed in her face.