Loser Like Me.

Chapt. Two

September/11th/2014

That Monday

There were plenty of reasons why I hated school - the lunch was crap, the teachers were mean, and then came the popular cliques. Even though this group was small they were vicious like lioness hunting their prey on the Serengeti; the prey being us nerds. The clique of pink wearing, blonde haired bimbos was ruled by a brunette she-demon named Jennifer Martin, a rich girl who's probably blown every male species on Earth, her hinchwomem were the blonde bimbo sisters Chrissy Juniper and Morgan Juniper behind their backs everyone called them Dumb and Dumber in real life.

The populars sat at their own private table surrounded by football players, and cheerleaders. Everyone else sat at the other round tables including myself, I sat near the back nibbling on a left over grilled bread, smoked ham, and grilled white cheese from yesterday obviously re-toasted, a yummy smoothie, and a fresh apple.

Suddenly while nibbling someone grasps my shoulders pecking my cheek, the smell of strawberry lip balm and Beyonce perfume overwhelms me meaning it could only be one person, I tilt my head back eyeing the pale skinned, green eyes and red hair "Hah I knew it was you Brantley!" I exclaim giggling, she smiles I study her outfit suddenly (Brantley had this strange obsession with wearing hip pie outfits) she wore a daisy flower crown, Brown sandels with beads on them, denim overalls with a white t-shirt and a dream catcher necklace. Brantley notices me staring she does a small twirl asking "Do yaw like it?"

There was another thing about Brant, nobody exactly knew where she was from she just came out of nowhere half the time I couldn't understand her. However I nod replying "It's unique!" Brant giggles saying happily "Yeah mummy and I went tah the shop! It was feckin wicked!" I nod happily continuing to nibble on my sandwich.

Suddenly someone loud boo right in my ear, I squeak looking to see the poofy brunette haired boy with brown eyes and toned skin wearing a black fedora, a denim jacket with a white button up shirt and skinny jeans with brown boots, "Jamie I was wandering where are little hipster boy was!" even every group you need one hipster person and Jamie Anderson was that person. With a chuckle he replies "I was at the library for an assignment." I nod suddenly he swoops down snatching my sandwich taking a huge bite outta it, "Oh yum!" I giggle suddenly I was nudged I look up at Brantley as she gestures towards the popular table "He's a stawing again!" I look over with a a huff as a pair of dark blue eyes catch my own, he smiles locking the stare running a hand through his ruffled brunette hair, I growl then stand up slamming a hand on the table "I can't take his staring anymore!"

Then I bravely march over towards the table he sat at which surprisingly wasn't with the populars but a few guys wearing identical jerseys, the brunette smirks up at me as he sat legs crossed "Can I help you?" He had a playful tone in his deep rustic voice, I nod replying "Yes, stop staring at me." The brunette snorts asking "And if I don't?" I growl then reply darkly "Then I'll do this." My foot landed down crushing his black converse, he gasps suddenly standing up and gripping my arm towing me out of the lunchroom where I'm shoved up a locker, my eyes widened thinking that I was surely to be dunked inside the toilet or in the garbage upside down. However that didn't happen exactly, instead the brunette boy got close to my face is biceps bulging when this happens I can see that there's bits of hazel and grey in his dark blue eyes.

Suddenly he smirks deviously "You're scared of me, Quinn Scott." My eyes widened I shake my head quickly replying "N-No I'm not, I just don't like being shoved up against lockers, R-Reagan Jones!" He chortles reaching up and cupping my cheek, "You ain't like the other nerds: they wouldn't have confronted me, or stepped on my converse." I shove his hand away glaring with slanted brows "Let me go.." I threaten shaking from head to toe in nervousness.