Who The Nerd Girl Really Is

Chapter 3

Carrie's POV

When the final bell rung I couldn't wait to get out of school. Grabbing my back and walking out of the classroom I walked down the hall towards the parking lot. I was almost at the other end of the hall when I realized that people were starring at me, and more than normal that is. I looked around but couldn't see anything that should make them stare more than usual. Weird. Choosing to ignore them I just keep walking, that is until there’s suddenly someone blocking my way.

The person in front of me was a girl. She's about 5'7 I'd say and has blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes are big and a crystal blue. She's wearing a pink summer dress and has a huge smile on her face. All in all she looks cute, but also too cheery for my liking. 

"Hi I'm Angelina" She stuck her hand out for me to shake it. I just looked at her, not saying anything, as I grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze and letting it go again. 

"So, I know your name is Carrie Adams. I was just really curious! You see Jacob West is like the bad boy of the school as you probably know, and he never really associates with any girls. Well aside the usual sex encounters if you get where I'm going. And then there's you. He sat with you at lunch, and I've seen him catching glances at you all day. So I wanted to ask; what's up between the two of you? Are you dating? Does he wanna date you? Do you wanna date him? You would make an awesome couple! I mean, he’s totally a bad boy! And even though you seem like a nerd – no offense – I know that you’re a fighter. I heard my brother talking about a Carrie Adams the other night. You are like the champion! Their hero! I heard you fight in the men’s category and that you never let them win. The Bad Boy and the Nerd who fights!" 

I shook my head at her but couldn't help but crack a smile at how happy and bubbly she sounded. Her eyes were filled with excitement as they met mine, the smile on her face had grown even bigger and her cheeks were tinted a light pink, probably from the excitement as well.

"Oh that's right! You don't like talking to people do you?" She asked sounding a little disappointed, her smile fading a bit.

"How do you know all this?" I asked raising an eyebrow at her, ignoring her previous question.

"Holy shit you just spoke to me!" She looked gobsmacket and I couldn't help but crack a laugh.

"You were right. I don't really like talking to people. But that's because everyone in this hellhole are idiots. The guys only care about getting laid, and the girls about finding the shortest skirt, the most makeup and the fakest hair extensions. It's stupid. There's so much more to life that just that." I couldn't help but shiver as I thought of some of the girls I saw my brother having over when he was still in high school. They never acknowledged me or anything else. It was just straight up to his room, then I heard the moans and screams, and then they left again.

As we walked into the parking lot I gave her a little smile. "I've gotta go. Bye." With those words I jumped into my car and rolled the window down.

“By the way blondie, don’t tell anyone about the fighting.” She shot me a thumbs up and with that I sped out of the parking lot.

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Left, right, left right. 


I kept hitting the bag feeling the tension slowly leaving my body. That’s why I fight. Okay it’s one of the reasons I fight. The main reason is something – no rather someone – I’d rather not talk about. Before I could stop myself my mind wandered off thinking about that exact someone. Forcing the thoughts away my fist slammed into the bag even harder than before. Punch after punch rained over the bag filling the room with the calming sound of my skin against the leather.