Opposites Attract

I was sitting quietly at the front of class, head down, working hard on a class assignment that wasn't due until next week. I know nerdy right? I was an extremely organised straight A student who was loved by teachers and completely nonexistent among my fellow students and that's just the way I liked it. My best friend was Matt, a scrawny 17 year old who had been my friend since I punched Jeff Jones in nose for calling him a nerd, which he was, a nerd that is, but I didn't mind that, if anything I liked that. One thing I didn't like on the other hand: Popular people.

They consisted of a number of jocks and blond plastic cheerleaders who liked to pick on me because I refused to help them cheat on a Math test in freshman year. Ever since then they found it funny to joke about the red rimmed glasses I had to wear since last year or the smart looking blouses my mom bought me(Which I only wore when I had to wash my skinny jeans and sweaters) I ignored them of course but that didn't mean it didn't get to me and by getting to me I mean losing my temper and spraying them with a fire extinguisher.

"Lilly!"

I snapped out of my daze and met Ms Blakely's warm hazel eyes.

"The bell rang you can leave now."

Ms Blakely gestured toward the assignment I was still working on and I awkwardly nodded my head and gathered my things.

"Thank you Ms Blakely."

My favourite teacher smiled warmly at me while I rushed out of English class and toward my locker. Inside was a slightly cracked mirror reflecting my bright brown eyes, ignoring the tired lines under them, I pulled my long dark brown hair out of my face and tied it up into a perfect ponytail.

"Do you always have to be a perfectionist?"

I smiled. I watched as Matt walked toward me with a goofy smile on his face.

"There's no such thing as perfect Matt." I said through smiling lips.

"Are you-"

"He is perfection." He was cut off by a group of cheerleaders.

"I guess someone doesn't agree with you." Matt whispered in my ear making me scoff.

"Who's perfect?" A blond cheerleader asked.

All the others rolled their eyes. The other blond, their ringleader Candice, said "Jace Hart obviously, sometimes I really do think you don't have a brain Melissa."

"He's bad and mysterious, I like that." Candice added.

I grimaced at the sound of Jace's name. I didn't know him that well but he hung out with the kind of group that your parents warned you to stay away from. He never did homework or any work at all and that got on my nerves.

"He's the cute one, right?" Melissa said and was concentrating so hard it took all of my will power to stiffle a laugh.

"Well done." Matt said and she beamed at him and clapped her hands while skipping after her fellow cheerleaders.

I raised my hand. "Don't even comment."

Matt grinned. "Her stupidity never seizes to amaze me."

Just then the bell buzzed through the school halls.

"I have... ", looking at my timetable, "Art." I smiled brightly, Art was my favorite subject. It was the only class where I could actually be me, well on paper that is.

"I have Biology." Matt scrunched his nose in disgust and I couldn't help but find it kind of cute.

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Ms Hastings was the strictest teacher in all of Green Valley High School. She scrutinized your art with painful honesty that left you feeling like a a two year old colouring outside the lines with a crayon.