Do I Wanna Know

Chapter of One

I don't know.

Tell me why men in school ask me out. I'm the ugliest person ever with the worst personality ever known. I'm the human Pandora's Box. Everyone knows how unattractive I am. The good thing is that my friends and I plan to, when we turn 50 and are still unmarried, live together and get cats. We're in the "middle-class" of school. The weird, yet fantastic in an unknown way.

I do know I'm smart and desperate to have all A's for EVERY SECOND OF SCHOOL. I just hate how my brother, John, has to be "amazing". First, he has many friends, then, he's got to be a smart guy, too! All A+ for all subject. I'm desparate, jealous, and unwanted. Great, I'm going off topic, too.

"Hey," I turn to see Rittiny, one of my closest friends and my "husband" since 6th grade, coming towards me and our lunch table.

"Hallo," I reply.

"You're not getting lunch?"

"Nah, Mr. Calvin gave us pizza because it's his birthday today. You might get some later, when you have him." Mr. Calvin is one of the nicest teacher out of the whole school. "You could get, like, 4 pieces at the most! I got 2 because I'm fat like that." We joke around probably 80-99.9% of the time. It's of our perverted minds and our fine, exquisite knowledge of academics(which really has no effect on why we are always sarcastic).

"Oh my gosh, I'm going to gain 10 pounds by the end of the day." We're also aware of our fatness (we aren't too fat, more of in the middle of skinny and fat; one of the puberty side effects).

"Hey guys," Addym and Dysney, my other close friends, comes walking from the hallway.

"Where's Reijffen and Mharic?" Rittiny questions. They're my other close friends. So amazing how we all have lunch period together!

"Rei is still with Mr. Calvin, I think," I reply, "she said she wanted to ask for extra credit and told me to go ahead."

And that was when Mharic came, with all her vegitarian-safe-yet-unhealthy food. Always chips or candy. We all are used to it now. She's a rich Indian.

"Hi!"

"Hey, what did you bring today, Mrs. Patel?" She has a crush on Liam Patel. Code name: green.

"Thanks for calling me Mrs. Patel, and I have popcorn for Rittiny and Rei. Where is she?"

"We don't know," Addym says.

"Here she is." And there she comes on the way to this table of close friends.

And from there, we talk of perverted things, some gossips of what's happening to the "celebrities" of the school or what's the rumors that are going on in school, which bitch did what to one of us, and be crazy, weird, and loud.

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After 45 minutes of lunch, we set off to our 5th period class, which we don't have together. My class is almost all boys other than Mrs. Berely. And I believe that being smart and having this is worth it. I am shy and do not talk, so I don't need to socialize except for when I need to get a partner.

"Okay, today, we are just going to review trigonometry just incase you come across it on the High School General Grade Test." We're having an aptitude test with questions that're for normal math students. I'm way too ahead for high school.

Mrs. Berely teaches about trigonometry, the Pythagorean theorem, and all that jazz. After that, the bell rings and as soon as I stood up and turned around, there was Forest. So amazing, he is. The slight crash of my shoulder to his made some of my books to fall and him to mumble a sorry.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," I don't have an idea on why I always apologize like this. Two times in one sentence, I say sorry. In a 3 word, 5 syllabled, 15 charactered statement.

"It's fine, I'm sorry," he replies. For all 4 other periods I have with him, I always stumble upon staring to his eyes, but as soon as someone's in elbow's length from me, I don't want to even look at they're face. He grabs a book and hands it over.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem." He offers his hand to me and I take it. As soon as I stand up, he walks slowly in front of me and as soon as I am at pace with him (which is a fairly short time considering that I'm a fairly fast walker), he stops me from passing him by talking to me. "So, how's it going?"

"Fine," I reply.

"So, how're your grades? Still think B's are extreme hell?" He asks, grinning.

"Yes, and you don't?"

"Well, not too much."

"You're parents are not Asian. For sure."

"Yeah, right. Oh, see you 7th."

"And you," then we separated.

(Please don't give up on this book if you don't like this chapter. I really hope for you, reader, to finish this book because, hopefully, it gets better)