Split

I sat down at my desk during homeroom and put my down. My eyes felt heavy, like two ton weights were on my my eyes.

"Are you okay Margie?" California asked awe she shook me violently.

"Hi California," I never understood what her name meant and I yawned like a bear as I sprawled out my arms and legs to stretch, "I'm okay, I studied hard for the science unit test for today." I yawned again, it wasn't like me to yawn so much.

"Loser, I don't study, yet I manage to always get above a 90, that's only because I pay some attention in class."

I looked at get and shook my head. How could she do that, one day she will fail a test that will matter for once, and she will be real disappointed. I just put my head  down into my arms and looked up at the door to see who would be late. Surprisingly everyone was in homeroom except for a new desk in the class room.

A quirky boy walked into the classroom. His hair was perfectly parted and gelled form the left side of his head and he wore black rimmed glasses that were too big for his cute face. He also had and perfectly pressed button down shirt and slacks. He had a brown sweater vest and black tie.  He was cute in his own quirky way. I paused my self, since when do I like guys like him. It just didn't make sense, me and him looked like complete opposites.

My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe a hot guy like him could be so nerdy. I guess that's what makes him so adorable. I couldn't get passed what I was thinking. I was the fabulous, blinged out, eccentric girl, and he was the nerdy, simple, calm guy. Atleast that's what I see.

The bell for first period rang and I took a deep breath and walked up to him. I tapped him on the shoulder gently, trying not to startle him. He turned around with a smile wide enough to cover his face. I couldn't help but light up, his teeth were whiter than snow, whiter than me.

"Hi, I'm Margie. I actually really like your glasses," he pushed them up his face and sort of bucked his teeth as he smiled.

"Hi Margie, I'm Marcel. I'm obviously the new kid," his jittered about and his slight sense of humor shocked me.

"Your funny, I was thinking since you were knew you might want to meet new people and I thought I could be the first person," my cheeks got rosy as I spoke to him. I seriously couldn't comprehend why I was so nervous around him.

"You're cute as a button, don't be nervous around me," he said kindly answering my thoughts. I held my hands in front of myself as I walked him to our first class. I looked him and started shyly,"since today is Wednesday we have English first period." I couldn't help but look innocent around him, he just provoked me with the same natural look. He tilted his head with a  question on his mind, "why are you so nice to me... it's not a bad thing... I ... I'm not just used to it," he seemed to choke on his own words. Like he was once badly hurt physically and or emotionally.