Opposites Attract

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Sophomore year. Second semester. 16 years old. I despised the popular kids at my school. Always getting worshiped like they were some kind of a God. They always dressed the right way, knew the right things to say, and they especially knew how to sweet talk their way out of everything. Although, I did always wonder what it would be like to be popular. But I'd honestly hate myself if I ever turned into one of them.

I walked into my SAT class and there he was. Jason Smith. He looks over to me and smiles. Oh look at that, the only seat that's empty is a seat behind him. I take my seat and lay out my notebook, pens, and textbooks. He turns to me and says, "Hey, I'm Jason. Are you new here?". Wow I really am invisible to him. "Um... no, my name's Savannah. I'm in your Geometry class." I laugh a little at his embarrassed expression that's plastered all over his face. "I'm so sorry, I just didn't notice you. I don't really pay attention to my surroundings in class." Well this is a shock. Surely someone can remember the person that sits next to them in class. "Jason I sit right next to you. You copy the answers off of my homework. All the time." I roll my eyes and turn to the pages the teacher has written down on the board. He stares at me for what seems like forever and then turns around.

Maybe he's just annoyed that I don't care that much for him. I like that it bugs him. It makes me feel a rush. Maybe that sounds weird but I don't care. As long as it bothers him, that makes me happy.

At the end of class, I rush out of the school, and head to my car before traffic starts to pile up. It's crazy because we're the only school in our city and there are about 2,000 people in each grade. Our school is humongous in case you can't tell. I hear my name being called behind me and I turn around so fast, I swear I give my self whiplash. It's Jason. Here it goes.

"Hey, Savannah, right?" Wow he actually remembered my name. Impressive. "Do you need something? My homework? Because I need to get going before traffic starts." I also just want him to leave. "No I don't want your homework. I actually wanted to ask for your number." he rubs his neck when he says this. Nervous? Jason Smith? Never. I actually laugh at what he just said to me. But then I see a look in his eyes. He looks hurt. I start to feel bad but then I remember who he is. He's dated at least 27 girls this semester. "No." I open the back door of my car and swing my backpack inside. "No?" he asks me. "Yup you heard me. You're not my type." I can see the confusion in his face. No one ever turns down Jason Smith. I might actually be the first. And I'm happy that I am. I don't have to like him.

"Now thanks to you, I'm going to be late picking my sister up from middle school. So if you would excuse me." I get into my car and start the engine. When I exit the school I look back at the parking lot. He's still standing there. Looking like a lost puppy.