Jealous *ON HOLD*

DID I MENTION I WAS A NERD?

Nathan. Joy. Of all the twenty-something people in this class, I get the absolute pleasure of working with this-

"Here," he said, moving to the empty seat next to me and handing me the blank piece of paper we were suppose to do our brainstorming on. "You can do it. That's what nerds do for fun, right?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "And you can sit back and let me do all the work because you're a" I made quotation marks with my hands. "jock," I paused, then saw him nodding and continued," also known as a jerk obnoxiously cocky and kid-like."

Nathan kept nodding until he realized what I just said about him was not a compliment. I'm sorry to all those jocks out there, but this "jerk" just had it coming. He frowned back at me, then smirked as he started spouting out bad pick-up lines.

"I lost my number. Can I have yours?"

I rolled my eyes. I've heard this only a few billion times. It is high school, after all.

Nathan continued, "I don't have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?"

He paused, looking for a reaction. It just encouraged him if I blushed, so, over the years, I had nearly perfected the poker face.

"Do you like Nintendo? Because Wii would look good together."

I smacked my palm on my forehead, but he did not get the hint and stop.

"Are you a campfire? Because you're hot and I want s'more." He winked at me and I think I almost gagged.

"There's something wrong with my phone," he paused. Finally, we're off the subject of stupid pick-up lines. Then he continued. "It doesn't have your number in it."

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

"Let's work on our project," I demanded.

He ignored me and continued, "You should go out with me. Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!"

I gaped and stared stupefied at him for a second. He smirked at my shocked expression. What the heck? But I quickly recovered. I wasn't in my friend group for nothing.

"I have to decline, but not because I want to die. Because if I did, I would climb your ego and jump to your IQ," I said.

He was about to reply when the bell rang. I smirked at him as I picked up my things from my desk. So much for working on our project. I'll just do the work at home. Can't let my grade depend on someone the likes of him.

I sashayed out of Mr. Bodi's classroom and headed to room 305, ready to face whatever high school decided to throw at me next.

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"Students, my name is Mrs. Norman and I will be your math teacher this year and you will be learning.... I will make this class a living hell and I will torture you without fail every single day."

Well, she didn't say that last part, but she might as well have. Mrs. Norman was one of the teachers who could talk your ear off. Literally. She looked normal, if a little old, with once-red hair that was now mostly white. But don't let that fool you. At this school, she was known for her rants. According to rumors, sometimes they lasted for days, from homeroom to the last period of the day.

I looked around for someone to talk to and got a sick feeling in my stomach. I knew nobody in this classroom. Not. One. Fucking. Person. Sure, I've seen them in the halls, but I didn't know them. Oh, the joys of going to a huge high school. I sighed. Junior year, here I come.

I looked at the clock, willing the bell to ring. 5 more minutes. During this time, I effectively zoned out what what Mrs. Norman was saying. If you're a nerd, you really don't need to listen. You just need to look like you are so that the teachers like you. But then, somebody behind me tapped me on the back.

I turned around, making sure Mrs. Norman's back was turned. The girl who had tapped me had jet black pixie-like hair. I had not seen her before because if I had, I would remember her. Her striking blue eyes stared at me intently. She handed me a note and I grabbed it before turning around. I unfolded it in my lap.

I know you like Grant. And I know how you can get him.

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Okay. This chapter is short and sweet, and if you can't tell already, I'm a person for action, not description, which is why I left that to my partner-in-crime, Abby. We are taking turns writing chapters, which is why the writing styles are slightly different between the first and second chapters. Hope you like this book anyways. :)

Anyways, let me introduce myself. Hello, peoples, my name is Kaylee. Okay, then, how do introductions go? Right, something about me. Um... if you press the star at the bottom of your screen or leave me a positive comment (or two), I will smile. Yeah, I know, lameeeee.... but.... that's me. 🙃

See you guys in the fourth chapter. Bye, loves.