Nerdalicious

Chapter 1: Hey there, I'm Evelyn Matthews and welcome to my life.

Chapter one: Hey there, I'm Evelyn Matthews and welcome to my life.

Let me start from the beginning. My name is Evelyn Matthew and I'm sixteen years of age.  Since middle school, I’ve been labelled as a nerd. But back then it wasn’t that much of a deal because there weren’t cliques and what not. Since I’ve entered high school, I’ve found that ‘nerds’ don’t flow with high school life. It’s like we’re at the bottom of the food chain while the jocks and cheerleaders are at the top, like sharks.

We’re the little fish that can’t defend ourselves so they come and eat us; or knock us down when talking realistically. It’s not like I'm always reading books or being Ms. goody-two shoes that kisses up to the teachers. Sure I like to read, but I don’t like to stick my head in history book twenty four/ seven. Reading cheesy romances are completely different from engaging my brain in actual work. Hell no, that ain’t me at all.

But I can’t do much about my social situation, so I just try not to dig myself a deeper hole; also known as high school. I’ve seen in the past people who try to stand up for us nerds but they end up living life with hate from every direction, as well as the person they tried to stand up for. So that’s the main reason why I keep quiet and keep to myself. I think that’s enough about me for now; back to school.

At lunch I sat with Jenna and Iman at a table in the farthest corner of the room. Sometimes I don’t see why Iman or Jenna hang out with me because they could easily be with the popular crowd. With Jenna’s hourglass figure and typical blonde hair-blue eyes she’s always welcome to join ‘the crowd’ but for some reason they prefer to hang out with me. I keep trying to convince them to enjoy their life and be with the crowd but they always refuse and stay by my side. One day, they’ll come to their senses and smell the roses by seeing that I'm not worth their time. Iman is pretty and can pull off anything in her own way. Her tan complex is to die for due to her Italian background. She has gorgeous black flowing hair that she ties up to either keep in a scarf tied around her head or a hijab.

Her style is flawless and rocks anything and everything. Everyone around school wears these short skimpy skirts and shorts yet she sports long dresses, jeans, and skirts with glorious heels. It’s rare at our school to be accepted as a Muslim, but she makes it work in every way possible that the populars’ spend their time to compliment her from time to time. I'm boring in every way possible and sometimes I feel a little out of place when I hang out with them but I wouldn’t dare tell them that. The last time I did that, let’s just say that I had a legit 6 hour long lecture about how everyone is beautiful and perfect in their own way.

“Evie, you there?” Iman asked as she snapped her fingers in front of my face; her silver bangles clinging on her wrist.

“Yea, just thinking about things.” I said, waving my hand.

“Oh I see. I heard Chase had a little talk with you earlier. Care to explain?” she said casually. I cringed at how fast the news had travelled fast. Neither of them are in my morning classes; in fact they’re in different buildings the whole morning.

“Oh not much.” I said as I played with my bologna sandwich, suddenly losing my appetite.

“You sure?” Jenna asked in concern, joining the conversation while scrunching up her perfect eyebrows.

“Yeah, nothing I can’t handle.” I said, giving them a small smile.

“Ok.” They said in unison.

I steered the topic from myself and changed it to something we could all talk about; well them more than me. We emerged into the topic of fashion for the remainder of the lunch, me picking at parts of my sandwich to eat. When the bell rang I threw out my lunch in the garbage and said my parting greetings with them before making my way to my locker at the end of the hall. Slipping my hand through the handles of my lunch bag, I twisted in my combination and opened up the metal door.