I Fell For The Loser In Glasses *ON HOLD*

What's Your Deal? (Lia's POV)

I had only two more months to study before finals,and honestly, even though I'm dubbed as one of the 'smart' kids at Alathena High, I was still panicking.I had a crap ton of coursework to do, graded of course and I had to juggle that with studying  and a 'social life' (group of geeky friends). I was in the unheard of library, all alone, Ms.Sergisten, didn't bother to show up.I didn't mind though, I didn't have to hear stories about her pet goat, Manny. It seemed like my whole world was falling apart, and the sound it made was piercing. Boom,boom!,the sound of hundreds of books plunging to the ground.My eyes flashed to the source of the ruckus and my feet followed them.Laying there in the middle of the Ancient Languages aisle 

From behind a nearly 2 ton Latin dictionary,two muddy brown eyes,peered at me,he, whoever he was, was  still lying awkwardly on the dusty hardwood floor.

"Hello there." he said awkwardly with a muffled poor attempt of a deep voice.His dark hair glistened with natural oils and beads of sweat,that low bald fade with design and spiked hair really suited him. He removed the book from his face,revealing the most chiseled jaw line structure I've ever seen in person,his Latino skin made his eyes pop from the clean,white ,polished marble,that was his sclera, leaving my mouth almost agape,he flashed me a dazzling snow white grin as he removed the book from his face,his arms looked like  ones I would see in Greek Mythology books,bulging and begging to be touched by some hormonal cheerleader,for a second I wished I too wore shirt skirts, shook pompoms and cheered for competing athletes . Why was he in the library and not at some Rugby training or whatever sport he did? A body like that came from intense training,definitely not eating Oreos and leftover pizza sandwiches for breakfast like I do,right?  I didn't know everybody at my school,not intentions to, but for whatever reason I was intrigued by this clumsy , muscle-boy , maybe I was a cheerleader after all.

"What were you doing to cause such a mess?" I asked him in my still apparent Caribbean accent, as I extended my hand in an attempt to help him up.He slapped away my hand and let out a small scoff, he jumped to his feet Bruce Lee style , holy crap, he's so tall, I thought to myself, 6"2" maybe 6"5, a mountain when compared to my 5"7"(which is, according to Google,  average height for a girl,however, it also said the average boob size is... way higher than mine). He was dressed in a tight (not complaining :3), white Michael Kors t-shirt, that revealed parts that could turn deserts into lakes real fast *wink wink*, his long, sturdy legs were neatly tucked into a glossy black, casual skinny jeans,that showed of well defined calves (again with the deserts to lakes action), the jeans seeped it's way down to medium sized, black and white ,Nike Roshe sneakers, that looked brand new.

"Name's Kristian, Kristian Allegro, you probably already know me,everybody in Alathena does. You're Lia,right?" he extended his right hand for me to shake it. "Yes.Lia Morandi to be exact." I said,kneeling down to take up the books that had fallen, ignoring his outreached hand. The idiot shook his own hands before kneeling down to help.

"Ok Ms.Morandi. I need your help with something huge."

"Is it your ego?That's going to need more than me, it's going to need a priest." I snapped as I glared at him through my shiny,white, Tura glasses.

He laughed sarcastically, "All jokes aside, I need you to tutor me."

"I think,I'll pass." I placed a stack of books back to their original place.

He placed some books, onto a shelf,facing the wrong side and in the wrong category, "But I won't.Look,Mr.Lawson said I have until Finals to prove that I'm smart enough to even be in this school. Either I bring my grades up or I get kicked out,do you want this face kicked out?" he said framing his face and pouting his strawberry tone lips.

"No,but I would kick it in a heartbeat just for the fun of it." I giggled a bit as I walked back to my book concealed table. He followed behind me and pulled out a chair, screeeccchhhh! Ever heard of lifting?  Well I mean, those guns say yes. He sat down,crotch to the back part of the chair,you know,the 'cool way'.

"Lia,please,my life depends on those final grades.My parents will disown me if get kicked out." he pleaded with his hands clasped under his chin in a prayerful manner.

"O.K  fine.10 grand take it or leave it!" I said, slamming my hands against the table like a boss in one of those Lifetime movies, hurts like hell.

He smiled crookedly, "Umm, how about instead of me giving you something, I take something of yours?"

Did he just assume I was... oh wait I am , but still, how dare he?!

"You're sick, if you think I'm going to sleep with you as payment. Sick I say!" I screamed, probably waking the cockroaches in the table drawer.

He laughed heartily, "Ok, no need to 'ovary-react' (oh no,puns my only weakness), is there another,you know,cheaper method of payment?"

Hmm,this is your chance Lia, ask for immortality, infinite knowledge , love, unlimited power!!! Oh right, dumb jock not a genie. Damn it!

"Ok,how about in exchange for my tutoring services, you turn me into a popular,  social butterfly by prom and also give me the fighting chance of becoming this year's prom queen?" I smiled, knowing the probable difficulty of the task stated.

"Damn,you drive a hard bargain." his eyebrows slightly raised

"Do we have a deal yes or no?" I asked, folding my arms tightly around my ironing board.

"Ok you've got a deal." he extended his hand again for me to shake it (they never learn,do they?).

I shook it loosely for half a second before thoroughly sanitizing with my homemade lavender hand sanitizer (every chemistry student knows how to make sanitizer,right?).

He smirked, "You're going to be a whole lot of work."

"Remember,I have to turn a potato into a brain in little over 2 months.Who has it harder?" I scoffed.

He smiled and looked at the dusty cat shaped clock situated in the left corner of the room, "Oh wow, we still have 30 minutes left for lunch,care to join me?"

"Sorry, I like having my stomach intact,no thank you." I remarked as I opened a book on Stochastic Calculus. He giggled silently, probably because of my pronunciation of stomach.

"This could be your first social lesson,sitting at the cool kids' table, interacting, socializing ." he emphasized the last word so much, it would have  been a crime to have ignored it.

I sighed, "Fine."  I put the books I had been reading in their correct places,fixed the ones that Soup For Brains 'arranged', threw my parachute resembling backpack over my tiny shoulders and headed to the half termite eaten, wooden door.

"What are you waiting for? Lead the way." I commanded Kristian,who was waiting by the main desk.

"Yes ma'am!" he said,doing a weird 4 fingered salute as he marched towards me, dumba**.

I could hear the sound of approaching regret as I stepped out the door frame, a sound I should have gotten used to by now.