I Fell For The Loser In Glasses *ON HOLD*

Prologue

I stared at her from behind the rotting mahogany bookshelves, I didn't even know we had a library, she sat alone at the light beech desk, surrounded by books with names I could barely pronounce. Or-gan-ik ? Ch-em-is-tree?

I think that's how it is pronounced, she had her short, turned up nose stuck in it. Her bright,hazel-green eyes, darted across sentences at rapid speeds, I wondered how the sheer speed of those tiny, speckled green marbles didn't break the wide framed, glossy white, librarian glasses that sat on her broad, florid face.

Her lips curled up into a coffee-stained smile as she turned the pages.She raised, her right hand, her eyes never leaving the book of big scary words, to scratch her frizzy, ebony hair, that shot out in all different directions. I don't know what she scratched out but whatever it was, it was on its way to a long, painful digestion process, disgusting.  Her caramel skin radiated with blotchy acne scars, that made my skin crawl or maybe it was just the dust mites from the bookshelf,she was attired in a fuzzy,black pullover,with a Rainbow Pony on the front (such a turn on... not really),a lengthy,denim,blue jeans that made it's way down to unwashed, purple and white Sketchers.

One look at those ragged things and you would have the strange urge to throw coins and prayers at her, but I knew, well the whole school knew, that what she lacked in fashion sense, she made up for in brains, so much brainsssssss (a zombie's feast).I needed her, her intellect I mean, not 'her her', gross, I have standards you know, Mr.Lawson, our pot-bellied, pants two sizes too small for him, principal, wasn't giving me much of a choice.

"Bring those grades up by Finals, or you're out of here... blah blah, get a tutor something, blah, blah." Not my fault the words in books float around in the air like they've been sprinkled with Peter Pan salt. That's the story how I ended up here, stalking the biggest nerd in Alathena High, Lia Morandi. Just thinking of her name, made the earth move, wait, I'm leaning too hard... the shelf!

I would say I fell in slow motion and I saw my whole life flash before my eyes, you know the cliche stuff, but I refuse to! The ground inched closer to my face, like a predator stealthily moving in for its unfortunate victim, me.Upon impact, it rained books for like 5 seconds, nothing like a little rain, unless you're the ground and you're made of flesh and bone.The sound, like thunder, rumbled throughout the previously soundless library.

I lied on the dusty floor, afraid of the embarrassment that awaited me when I stood up. "Wah di hell!?",a low but audible, feminine voice with a Caribbean accent  exclaimed above my head. This is going to be a splendid first introduction, I lowered the monstrosity that was an English book(or I think it was English), from my head. "Hello there." I greeted her in a husky, still quite nervous voice.