The Makeover

Chapter Two - Nerd in detention

"Ryan Isaac." Mrs Klint called rather bored out of her mind.

"Here." An irish guy with blonde hair answered. I think he is a football player, and he's quite popular at school.

"Samuel Jacob." She called.

"Here." A boy I didn't recognize answered.

"Ariana Grande."

"Here." I answered quietly. Everybody looked at me. It was just ten people in detention, but I felt rather uncomfortable, I wish I could just sinking through the floor.

"Nerd in detention." The boy Ryan said making everyone laugh, even the teacher. I like her better when she looked bored like she didn't want to be here. Stupid teacher.

"I am not a nerd." I said irritated.

"You talk too?" A Gothic looking girl asked.

"Well no shit, don't you hear words coming out of my mouth." I answered rather rudely. She was about to answer when a familiar voice with a British accent interrupted her.

"Who pissed off the nerd?" Harry asked with a smirk walking through the door and taking a seat next to me.

"You did Mr had to knock me over and make me late for class after that stupid slut Emily already did making me skip and read in the janitor's closet, which I'm pretty sure some guy got a blow job in, and then get caught by our dumb ass principal." I huffed.

While I was reading in the janitor's closet, I was eating an apple, and I accidently knocked over a mop which knocked over a broom, and there was a bunch of confuckle going on in the janitor's closet. I guess the principal was passing and heard,because he just opened the door and stuck the detention slip on my forehead, and close the door. That was quite rude.

Yes confuckle is a word. In my vocabulary.

"This nerd is freaking amazing," Ryan said laughing, but I gave him a look, and he stopped. "I meant this Ariana."

"Sure you did," I replied rolling my eyes. "Worst save ever." He laughed some more.

"So you're blaming me for your stupid doing." Harry said to me laughing.

"Yes, yes I am." I answered smiling.

"How come we've never spoken?" Ryan asked curiously. Earning a glare from Harry for interrupting our conversation.

"Because you highschoolers are quite stupid, and judge me so no one actually gave me a chance," I stated. "I get straight A's and I don't dress like a slut. Stereotyped as a nerd." I shrugged.

"Well I'm giving you a chance, and now I like you," He said smiling. "I"m Ryan, and you are. He put his hand out for me to shake.

"Ariana." I simply replied shaking his hand.

**

Harry's P.O.V

After school ended, I headed over to Ryan's. I loved going to his house, because his mom would always makes us food. Of course it's not better than my mom's cooking, but it's good.

"That Ariana chick is kind of cute." He said turning on the t.v in the living room to play some Fifa.

"Yeah, she is and funny too." I replied grabbing the controls.

"She could be hot if she didn't dress like that" He said smirking choosing his team for the game.

After he said that I got an idea.

"I bet you that I can make Ariana one of the most hottest, bad ass, and popular girls in school." I said confidently. She quite the attitude, i'm sure it could work.