Geek 2 Greek.

Some people are just....

My last subject of the day was History.

I walked into the class, before most of the students started filing it and went to sit beside Chelsea, who was busy filing her nails, and King.

King Zimmerman was inno way royalty or even remotely related to one. His parents were just a bit ditzy. Sweet, but ditzy.

"Hey," I said, slipping into the seat by Chelsea, "What's up?" 

Chelsea sighed rolled her eyes abd looked up from her immaculately straight nails. "Drooly McGee over won't stop staring," she said glancing meaningfull at King who indeed was shamelessly gazing at the blonde beauty.

I glanced at King, then shrugged at her. "You're beautiful. Get used to it." But then I reached over to her other side and snapped my finger in front of King's face. 

"Dude," I said.

He shook his head as if coming out of a trance. "Oh, hey Mel," he said.

I rolled my eyes. 

Chelsea, laid down her nail file drammatically and then paused for a thought. She turned around and looked at me.

"Well I see, you wasted absolutely no time," she said. She had this wierd look on her face, as if she wasn't quite sure if she should be angry or not.

I hgave her a confused look. "What?' I asked.

she rolled her eyes at me. "Oh, don't even pretend to play dumb with me. When you actually skipped Maths, everyone knew about your little escapade with the beef cake Aaron." 

Just the mere mention of his name had my skin heating up and my heart beating faster.

I shrugged. "It could have been the fact that I wholly despise the subject."

"It's all over thegossipder.net," Chelsea added.

I rolled my eyes. The Gossiper .net was our schools pathetic imitation at Gossip girl. It all came around because in our new technology age, no one read the school newspaper anymore, so they created The Gossiper . net. I hated it. I was on there a couple of times last year. Ok, a lot. And none exactly painting me in the most flattering light. The founder of the gossiper was none other than the spiteful Kristina Williams, the wannabe. She's hated me since.... well, a while, because wanted to be me. In her eyes, I'd had the perfect life taht I didn't deserve, hot, popular best friends Rachel and Luke, while I was regular ol' Mel. 

And so she hated me.

"Is it bad?" I asked.

Chelsea shook her head frantically. "No, not bad at all."

Man, it must have been worse than I thought. I sighed and put my head on the desk.

"It wasn't anything," I murmured, 'I went to see how Rach was doing and he was there. We talked and then Luke came around and started causing problems and then there was this fight and then we all got detention. That's it."

Chelsea didn't say anything for a while, and then she sighed. 'Yeah, I know. But the article was quite...."

"Yeah," I said thoughtfully, "She's pretty convincing, I know."

Chelsea gave me a sympathetic look, then turned back to her nails and continued carefully filing them. I flipped through my note book, not actually seeing the words written there and more focused on whatever Kristine had written about me.

Ignore, said the voice in my head, the still, small voice, People will always say things about you to get you down. Chin up.

Kristine, I thought, So not the right name for her. Anything but Christ-like.

Throughout the lesson, I could feel a few stares, some blatant and others hidden. also a couple of whipers and a whole lot of note passing. I knew most of them wasn't even about me, but the paranoia was alive. I couldn' wait to get out of there. That was the longest Geography lesson ever.

Five minutes to time, my eyes were glued on the clock and Mr. Greff's drone floated all about me, non of it piercing my consciousness. I counted the seconds, down from 300.

The bell rang 5 seconds late.

In all those five seconds I had panicked andd had this wierd day-nightmare (daymare just doesn't sound right) that the bell had broken and we were going to be stuck in school for the rest of our lives cause the bell would never ring. It was horrible.

The first KKRIIING! had me bolting out of my seat and heading towards the door before Mr. Greff could end on the last drone. I was out of the door and thankfully, still breathing. 

I began to walk towards the Entrance/Exit when I remembered I had detention. Damn.

I spun around abruptly and ended up face-planting in some one's chest.

"Easy handsy," he said pulling back and frowning down at me, "At least buy me dinner first.'

I looked up at him. I remembered him. Eric something, one of the schools jocks. He was in the football team and had a really nice smile. I remember last semester, I'd had Physics, I think, with him and for one whole period I couldn't stop daydreaming about him.

Well, until he'd opened his mouth and ruined the illusion.

After learning he was quite the jerk, it was actually quite easy getting over him. I  daydreamed about him for a while and just taped Aaron Yan's voice over his, but that didn't last long, cause it was wierd having him speak Mandarin. So i just got over him.

Aaron Yan was way hotter anyway.

So as I stared up at him wondering at the pain in my head, and also wondering what I ever saw in hie eyes or his smile. His eyes were the cheesy blue colour and his smile was probably bleached.

Now, Aaron Santiago, he was the real deal...

I was probably staring at him for a while cause he got this, "Man I'm SO Hot" smirk.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

I just cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering if he could get anymore unoriginal.

His eyes widened in recognition. "Hey, I know, you. You're that slut from The Gossiper . net who was throwing herself all over Aaron."

I widened my eyes at him. "Hey, I know you, you're that dumbass, that believed all that crap." I stretched my lips in a wide fake smile and I left him there. I knew I shouldn't have called him that, and it was wrong to insult people, but my blood was boiling so much going back there to apologize, was out of the question. I walked all the way to the detention room, which was actually Homeroom for Sophmores, and sat down. I was in there with the usual, you know, punk ass delinquents or the goth and the occasional random person having a bad day, like I was. This particular red-head looked like she was suffering from a bad cold and reached into her bag to probably pull out her tissue.

Which is when I realized that in all my hurry to get to out of Geography, I had forgotten my bag there.

"Shit" I cursed as I dashed out of the detention room like there were hounds at my feet. I ran across the hallway, praying and hoping against hope that my bag was still there and that nobody had taken it. 

Finally, I stopped infront of the geometry class, taking a much needed breath, and finally opened the door.

And instantly wished I hadn't.

Cause in the class was my mortal enemy Ashleigh Tanner and my nerdy hottie, Aaron Santiago, making out like there was no tomorrow.

A/N: Ok, tell me you didn't see that coming.