|| Miserably Stunning || Patrick Stump Fanfiction

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Here I am. Working out whether I should knock on the door or not. Being a nerd is harder than I thought it would. There are five of us, and only one quiz bee to handle. So, why'd it have to be me again? Either way, I knew I still had to talk to our principal about this. She trusts me. And who am I to neglect that? Again, with a reluctant feeling, I tried to carry my knuckle to the brown wooden door and had finally decided to knock, straight away opening it and peaking my head slightly into the well-organized room. A chair turning back from where I stood.

"Mrs. Jones?" I breathed out, barely audible for her to hear due to the way I ran just to get there on time. She slowly moved her chair around to face me, an intimidating look on her face until she saw who it was.

"Ms. Blue! It's so nice to see you. I'd thought you wouldn't come."

Barnacles! That was so true.

"Why wouldn't I, Mrs. Jones?" I stated, trying my best not to give away my sarcastic tone over our school's principal. Of course, Mrs. Jones is the type of principal who's very disciplinal. The typical kind. I love that attitude of hers. As well as the other ones. It actually kind of bothers me every time she congratulates my parents for 'having' a daughter like me, though. I cringe every single time I hear it. We've grown closer to each other after all of our meetings regarding the school's academic activities. Although, it somewhat annoys me now that she trusts me a lot for all of it.

"Good good. So, you do know why you're sent here, right?" She chuckled. God, I know it like the back of my hand. Nevertheless, I nodded my head and forced out a knowing smile.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Jones. I know exactly what to do." I reassured. She's told me this a couple of times already. Maybe once a day. Sometimes, even twice. But I don't blame her. If it's me who she trusts, then it's me who she'll trust. It just really annoys me that I have to do this all the freaking time! I mean, there are a lot of other people who are undoubtedly smarter and more responsible than me. Though, it's too late to complain, now that I've finished the job.

After a little more while of finalization regarding the said event, Mrs. Jones had finally let me out of her office and gave me the time off until the next break. I was lucky and thankful enough to have it. I had to revise the paper with the names of the participants for the upcoming quiz bee. Of course, I had to join in. Not that I wanted to, but I simply had to. My parents wanted me to continue my academical activities in order to develop my knowledge about stuff I think I've already had enough knowledge about. And you may have guessed who's the other person who pushed me into this. Namely the school's principal, Mrs. Jones.

My friends don't give a shit about this at all! Whoops. Sorry for the swearing. As much as I can remember, the word "shit" isn't exactly a swear word. It makes the word "poop" sound a little more decent actually. Anyway! Let's just get to the real point here- not that they don't care. They really do. And they support me absolutely well. Occasionally, they'll get these weird glances from other people whenever they get too excited. It makes me worry about them, but when I see the determination in their eyes, all of the awful thoughts gets swiflty washed away.

I needed a place to revise the papers, properly. Usually the library closes a little too early on Tuesdays, for some unknown reason. I love staying in that place to be completely honest, but no matter how hard I try getting in there, the students who uses it gets more and more each day. I kinda regret other classes having their discussions in there, because now students just come back for useless intentions- mainly just to use the amazing warmness that the heater gives away. Some just walks in and gets their seats as they chat nonchalantly, ignoring the fact that the librarian's glare is already directed towards them.

So, maybe going back to the garden wouldn't do any harm as it's always open. And the fact that not a lot of students are a fan of that place, makes it the best option. I don't understand why wouldn't they like it there. Not that it bothers me that much. It's just, there are these beautiful plants surrounding the whole place, which produces such an appealing ambiance and the freshest air I've ever inhaled in my whole life.

Also, I love this elegant looking gazebo in the middle of the place. It's got some sort of Christmas lights surrounding it, adding some cozy feeling. And some benches inside. I'm positive the guys will know where exactly I am after their classes. They know I usually stick around this place rather than the library I used to really love.

Grabbing a pen, I finally looked at the paper. Name by name, I had to scribble down who were a hundred percent sure competing in this event. Of course, I forcefully had to list down my name. As well as the others. But, one name caught my eye. I've asked the other participants already. Whether they'd like to willingly join or not. Only one name. One name left that I hadn't ask yet.
Pat-

"Hey!" Oh God. I could recognize that voice anywhere! It can't be. It couldn't. Be.

"Can I join you?"

And there he was. The only person I didn't ever have the confidence to talk to. They said he's not very much fond with people. That's why not all of my friends approve with him. Well, except Holly. She always thinks that me and this guy currently standing and looking expectantly at me are meant to- oh my glob! I haven't even answered his question yet!

"Uh... Yeah sure." I didn't even dare to look up! I might get lost into his beautiful eyes again. I saw them once, and well- nothing good happened that time.

"Clem! The ball's coming at you!" I heard Holly's faint shouting as I saw him throwing the ball my way. Dodgeball never was my sport. Actually, I never was into sports. It was just our physical education class where I was forced to show off my 'sporty' side. I got too lost into his eyes that I didn't even get the chance to dodge the ball that was nearly approaching me. So, one thing led to another. I woke up in our school's clinic, surrounded by my friends. Holly looked at me sympathetically. Although, there was a hint of smugness in her eyes that I never knew the reason why she had that for. Carson, Danielle, and Fiona continued talking about how worried they were. And how the other students bursted out into laughter because of what they had encounter.

Honestly, I didn't care about all that. I've just grown used to the way others see how weak of a nerd I am. That never got me down, though. Instead, it urged me to be the same person as I am. I learned how to be different. If they see me as some sort of alienated human being, then so be it. They'll just have to deal with it.

"Are you okay?" He shyly asked. Was I having a flashback that long? But, finally talking to this man won't be illegal, right? So, still not having the urge of looking at him- I'd eventually spoke.

"Yeah. I'm good. So, why are you out here?" That's it, Clementine. Keep it calm. Face down.

"Ms. Fields gave us the free time after we took the lesson about astronomy. I asked permission if I could go and spend the time having an early break. But I realized I wasn't that hungry yet, so I went out here. I didn't know you also come to this place." From the corner of my eye, I could just about make out an adorable smile appearing on his lips. He looked amazing as always.

"I- uhm, I love staying here. It just calms me a lot. You know..." I smiled and shrugged, not exactly knowing what to say. I heard him chuckle and I felt puzzled. I wanted to know what was funny, but he's beaten me to it.

"Not to be rude, but. Do I look that scary for you not to look at me?" Oh no. I knew he would notice. He really didn't sound rude at all. Not even a tiny bit. I cringed at what he'd ask. Of course he looked far from scary! He looked perfect. Anxiety was just eating up the best of me. I tried to lighten up the mood by chuckling awkwardly. I guess it was time to look at him again after all.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, slowly lifting my head up. Slightly shaking as I carefully stirred, ready to face him and see those beautiful eyes once again. And that's when I couldn't thank my best friend enough for cutting in.

"Clem? Patrick?"