A Player, A Bet and The Badass Nerd

A Cheerasterous Lunch

Bree's P.OV.

"Ms Anderson, could you please explain to me why you are in my office?", Mrs Farrel eyed me dubiously.

Maybe you should ask the dumb Jay-hole ass kissers that brought me here.

"I would like to know that myself mam cause clearly I am the victim."

She sighed heavily knowing me all too well. Me and Mrs Farrel had an understanding,  when I was at fault I always proceeded to the office without escort however anytime I was forcefully dragged here means that the bias teachers didn't spare any time to listen to my side of the story. Thus when I came willingly I got a week's detention otherwise I got a take home essay or single day's detention. All the other teachers more or less labeled me as a troublemaker and hated the fact they never had a chance to give me less than an A on any type of school work.  I defied the odds by being an extremely smart rebel, I was super smug about it and the fact that they knew I was drove them crazy.

"I'm sure that if you watch the survalience tape from the camera you keep focussed on my locker you'll see soon enough," I replied with a raised eyebrow.

She did just that and after about 15 minutes she requested that Jay-hole be sent into her office along with the teachers who broke up our altercation. She then allowed them to give there recollection of the events.

"I saw the young lady knee the lad in the genitals, " Mr Lowe said with a glance of sympathy towards the unrecovered Jay-hole.

"That's right," Mrs Craig agreed throwing a stern glare in my direction. She was my English teacher and she absolutely loathed me since that one time I pointed out her spelling mistakes in class in the first term. All I'm saying is that if you're an English teacher you should at least be able to spell. ..shrug.

Mrs Farrel looked towards me and the still groaning Jay-hole. I looked in his direction and apparently he was still far from being able to talk. Good! That meant that I dealt the violent jackass a good blow.

I cleared my throat and began in a  very polite tone, "Well Mrs Farrel, I saw Jay-ho *cough* -den at his house party last week and he was trying to gain my favor but apparently he misinterpreted my disinterest for relunctance because of the fact that he was dating Emma O'Neil from the cheerleading squad." I paused and plastered a sincere look on my face before continuing,  "Honestly,  I thought that he was just playing a practical joke on me and that that would've been the end of our encounter until this morning when he was waiting for me in front of my locker. I was taken aback since I was of the opinion that he had no reason to be there."

"Why would you think that?" Mrs Farrel questioned with a knowing glint in her eye. She knew where I was going with this and I had a feeling that she was enjoying herself.

I pretended to be a bit nervous as I played with my fingers.

"Well I'm a socially awkward misfit and a nerd that always seems to get in trouble," I said jesturing to my appearance,  "And well I'm not the type of girl guys like him usually go for," I finished hanging my head.

"But that still doesn't explain what happened," Mrs Craig cut in. I could tell she didn't want to buy my story but her eyes were wavering.

"So this morning when we met by my locker I was confused when he told me I could be his girlfriend," I  widened my eyes for emphasis. She seemed shocked by this but before she could say anything I continued you on,"I declined and he thought I was being shy so I corrected him but he wouldn't take no for an aswer. He stood there glaring at me and I asked him what was his problem. He continued to be insistent on the fact that it was my intention to become his girlfriend and I explained to him how he had misread the situation. Thats when-" I paused here for a dramatic effect and started to stare off into space as if thinking.