|| Miserably Stunning || Patrick Stump Fanfiction

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|| Clementine Blue's POV ||

Clementine Blue. Seventeen years old. Chicago, Illinois. Studies in Chicago High. Hoping to become a great journalist someday. And yeah, my name kinda sounds ironic for some reason. I mean, a blue clementine? That sounds so wrong! It's actually pronounced as clem-en-tine and not 'tin'. I just had to clear that up, since numbers of people already got it wrong. That's actually the reason why I prefer people calling me–

"Clem!" All four of my best friends exclaimed, making me turn my heel and wave back at them with a not-so-happy looking smile.

No. I am not those type of highschool teenage girls who are rich and popular.

On second thought, maybe I am popular. The school's most popular nerd.

"Clem, we've been looking for you! The principal still needs you for that upcoming quiz bee on Friday." Holly Quinn, one of my closest friends– or should I say, the naughtiest yet the only friend I could ever trust, said. It's quite funny how her name sort of sounds like that character from DC comics called Harley Quinn. But who am I to judge?

Who else am I kidding? My name's obviously worse.

I looked up at my best friend, shrugging as I did so. Immediately looking down as I felt four pairs of eyes burning through me as I remained silent.

"Why are you even out here in the garden? There's only a few more minutes until classes start again." Carson Lewis, another one of my closest friends chimed in, as he nonchalantly continued to devour the food he held.

Oh, and one fact about Carson is that, he's actually a she. But don't be too loud now, because neither of his relatives– even his own mother, knows.

"I was just about to finish calculating all of the grasses out here." I had finally managed to answer with a knowing smirk.

One thing you should know about me is that,  I answer questions the way I wanted it to be. Either sarcastically or seriously. My friends surely won't mind. I don't think others around me would, though.

I intended to say that in order to lighten up the mood! But what I got from them was way better. Their reactions were invaluable! I never fail to annoy them. I love how that works in both ways. They all glared back at me, until Danielle Sivan– my theatrical best friend (who's really awesome in singing), chuckled and shook her head, taking a glance my way with less annoyance in her eyes and said,

"Nerd."

I proudly grinned at that and took a quick glimpse of the four figures standing before me.

"Guilty." I uttered, giggling. My smile not threatening to leave my face.

"One big group hug for us nerds!" Fiona Kirkland, a half British friend of mine excitedly blurted out. We all met her just about a couple of months ago. A new student. But overall, she seems okay. It also amuses me every time she asks us to watch some of her recital. She plays the violin. I can't help but notice how passionate she is with her insrument. I wouldn't have doubt if I'd see her playing in different countries someday.

I love these friends of mine. We all agree that we are, in fact, nerds. And that no matter what, we will all stay together and fight against those ambitious, annoying, filthy little, wannabe popular students. Ugh, they disgust me! I just wish they'll all learn to seek for equality and appreciate others the way others appreciate them. For me, they don't deserve those kinds of adoration, though. They don't deserve it at all! Unless they will all learn to thank people like us for answering their homeworks someday!

Before I can explode any further, we were all falling into a huge group hug, laughing our butts off as we did so. After a little while, we finally pulled apart and had our own chattering towards each other. I still wasn't feeling as enthusiastic, though. From the corner of my eye, I saw Holly approaching me as she said–

"You know you still have to talk to the principal about this upcoming event?"

I sighed in defeat. Looking down as I finally decided to tell my closest friend about what was currently running through my head.

"I know. It's just that, why does it always have to be me? I have other things to manage too you know?"

"Oh, trust me. I know. With all of that sneaky glances you keep throwing at one of our school's newest heartthrobs? I suggest you try to start talking to hi–"

"Shut it, Quinn!" I immediately cut her off and playfully punched her left arm as she scrunched up her face, acting as if she's hurt. Acting skills? I'd say, a point five out of ten.

"You're the only one who knows about this! And I literally trust you with it! With all of my heart, my soul, and heck! Even all of my organs–"

"I get it, Clemmy. Relax! You know me. Any single one of your secrets– oh! Even the moment you accidentally slipped over your own dog's shi–"

"Hush!" I swear to all gods that I could kill this girl any moment now if she wasn't the only person I fully trust!

"All of them are safe with me." She smirked and eventually stopped herself from spilling out more of my humiliations and gave me a reassuring hug, which I gladly returned.

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"Not to be rude and disturb you girls from your sweet demeanor, but we still got classes to attend to and a principal to meet. Right, Clem?" Carson said, gentleness in his tone, as if he was afraid that he might've agitated something between the two of us.

I gave him a thankful smile and a quick nod as Holly and the other two ran for the door that connects the school's corridor to this garden. Carson walked behind. I tried running after them, but my sight unexpectedly turned into a swift blur. I knew I had to stay still for a moment, because following them would be a huge struggle.

"Hey, Blue! Hurry up! Five minutes left!" I heard Holly shout from the door that I really can't seem to see properly. I kept trying to blink my eyes repeatedly for the hopes that the sudden blur would finally subside. A few more blinks, and my sight went thankfully back to normal.

I rushed for the door and walked my way to the principal's office as fast as I could– still wondering about what just happened a few minutes ago.

Well, maybe I just had to get the lenses of my glasses fixed, A.S.A.P.