Mr. Popular And Ms. Pretender // h.s.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
(Edited)
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Andy's POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groaned through the smooth, white covers of my soft pillow as the obnoxious ringing of my alarm clock bitterly greeted my ears. Right now, I want to throw that alarm clock across the room. I mean, who the fuck even invented it? It's one of the most shittiest things existing!

"Andy! Wake up! You wouldn't want to be late on your first day of senior year now, would you?" My mom taunted, hearing her heels clicking on the floor, passing through my room.

I mentally sobbed and thought, 'If only Adam and Eve haven't eaten the apple, there wouldn't be a place called school!'

With all my strength gathered on, I forced myself to stand up and take a shower. When I stripped, I saw these bruises formed all over my stomach and hips, what the fuck happened to me last night? I shook the thought out of me and continued my old daily routine. I'm exhausted, my head is aching.

Summer's over, no more parties, no more vacays, no more guys and no more bad girl. But that doesn't stop me from what I usually do. I mean, old habits die hard right? I took out a pair of black denim jeans and some plain white tee, paired with a pair of white Toms and my brown curly hair tied up in a ponytail. Grabbing my fake eyeglasses, -yes, I wear fake eyeglasses for no apparent reason. I search for my phone on the bed. "Where is that little piece of shit?" I mutter to myself as I feel myself raging inside. Look, I am short tempered and I'm not a morning person.

Finally, I found it under the white duvets. A message popped out on the screen, a message from Rebecca. She's my cousin and she's literally my only bestfriend in the whole world.

'The party last night was wicked. I figured that you got yourself laid ;) xx'

My eyes went as wide as a 10 wheeler truck's tires after reading the message. No, I didn't get laid, it's not how I remembered it. The last thing I remember last night was chugging random liquors and Rebecca passing out on the garden. I took her home. I don't even know how I managed to do that. I replied jokingly with a smirk,

'I bet I fucked 10 of them ;P x'

After replying, I grabbed my backpack and head downstairs. "Bye Mum!" I yelled before getting out of the house.

There are two different sides of me.

My good side -which I usually am during weekdays. It's eventually why they've been taking me for granted. I'm often called a nerd because of my glasses and people tend to believe that I'm innocent. I've been sat on simultaniously and that's why I also tend to call myself Invisible, but I'm fine with it.
I got used to it ever since I attended this school.

The bad side -which I am during weekends. It's something that has been my secret for years. Every weekend, I'd breakout of the house and.... Enough explaination,- it's something you'll have to find out.

We all probably have these sides in on us.

After walking that seemed like hours, I finally arrived hell.. *cough* I mean school...

I pretend to fix my glasses and strap my bag on both of my shoulders, clutching on my books tight like nerds do.

They'll never know who I really am.

I head on to my room, Math class was on scheduled first. I was actually absent for the past couple of days since I already knew what the orientations would be all about. There's really nothing in the first and second day, they'd just chill in the gym and talk about rules and crap. Third day, which is today, is getting to know each other kind of day. I chose a seat on the first row and threw all my stuffs on top of the desk. Just before the bell rang, my phone vibrated; indicating a message from Rebecca. Who else? I have no friends, of course it would be Rebecca.