Popular Girl ~ j.g

7

Or should I say a familiar bruised face? It's Jack. I smile politely at him and he spins to look behind him.
"Jack I meant you" I laugh
"Oh sorry, I assumed you were talking to Aiyana or Eleanor or Meghana or Nash or Cameron or Shawn or Matt"
"Matt is the last person I'd want to talk to" I say under my breath
"What?"
"Er nothing" he smiles and I smile back
"Well I should get to my seat"
"This one is free?" I say gesturing to the empty desk beside me "It might be fun to actually have someone to talk to"
"You sure?" He says taking a seat and I nod "You're different to what I expected you to be like"
"In a good or a bad way?"
"A good way! I mean you're actually quite nice. And you wear glasses. I would have expected you to think that wearing glasses would be social suicide or something" I laugh because that's exactly what Meg said
"Well, you'll have to get to know me, I can be quite surprising" I smile as our teacher walks in
"I know it's the last day but that's not going to stop you all from doing some work" he shouts over the sound of people sighing and mumbling under their breaths. He hands out a sheet to everyone in the class. "You may work in pairs" I count to three and look to Jack. If I've learnt anything, it's not to make yourself look eager. Leave them wanting you, not the other way round.
"Wanna be my partner?" He says before I can ask him, I smile again and nod "Cool, this doesn't mean I'll be doing all the work does it?"
"No" I say opening my pencil case "You'll be lucky to keep up with me"
"You actually like maths?" He seems shocked "you have to be kidding me, queen bee of the school is a maths nerd?" He scoffs
"I'm not a nerd" I say holding my head high "Being smart doesn't make a nerd" he doesn't say anything for the next 20 minutes

"Ironic isn't it?"
"What?"
"You say being smart doesn't make you a nerd but you and your friends terrorise people for being smart by calling them nerds" he says not looking at me "bit hypocritical if you ask me" I open my mouth to retort but the bell cuts me off. I wait for the ringing to stop before I speak
"Do you know who you're talking to?" I say, my inner popular girl bursting out "I am Indigo Bartoli. No one talks to me like that" I say and storm off.

To think I actually cared that Nash beat him up. I realise why the rest of the group don't talk to people who aren't cool. They think they can talk to you like that? They need to check themselves before they wreck themselves.

(A/N: I won't be updating for a while because I have exams ): )