Bad Boy's Game

Chapter 1: I'm socially awkward but I'm not smart

Chapter 1

"You seriously need to get your head examined!" Leo said. At the moment, his mop of blond hair is flopping all over the place, which makes it fairly difficult to concentrate on the equation that he is trying to teach me. I'd never say this to his face, but I can never take him seriously. He's way too sweet and way too adorable.

Leo is the person any girl wants as a best friend. I mean, not only is he gay, but he also gives the most insightful advice you can ever get.

"Don't yell at her, you know she's a tad bit special. You have to talk to her slowly for her to understand." Kristen started patting my head as if I was a dog, and I shoot her a look.

"I'm not dense Kris, I'm perfectly capable of learning this math problem." They both scoff at me, and I roll my eyes at them. I know that usually, socially awkward people are supposed to be smart, being that we have no friends which means we have nothing better to do besides study, but that definitely isn't the case for me. I'd much rather read a vampire book or watch any movie with Dylan O'brien instead of picking up a stupid text book to study.

Honestly, when will I ever need to know the circumference of a cirlcle, or the velocity of a ball that was dropped from the height of a building? Exactly, never!

Leo and Kris are the smart ones anyway, I'm more like their cheerleader. "Not everyone can be super geniuses like you guys, ya know, and my grades aren't that bad."

"Sweetie, when it comes to math, you're about as clueless as Alicia Silverstone. Honestly I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Leo sighed dramatically.

Before I can respond, Mrs. Murphy walks into the classroom, looking as disheveled as ever. She's a really old lady with messy red hair and dull brown eyes. It looks as if someone just wrung the color out of them. Leo and Kris sat in their seats on either side of me, which was done on purpose so that I could get help from both sides when I get lost, as our poor teacher attempted to introduce the class to a new section.

Trying to see clearly through her coke-bottle glasses, she is completely oblivious to the fact that Mike and Emmett, two of the football payers, are throwing balled up paper at each other. She's also clueless about pretty much half of the class texting under their desks.

As I'm turning my notebook to a new sheet of paper, I hear giggling coming from the back of the classroom. When I turn to see who it was, I simply roll my eyes and continue what I was doing. Figures it would've been Mackenzie Rivers.

Mackenzie and I used to be friends, well sort of. It's not one of those stories where two girls drift apart when they get to high school because they ran with different circles. I mean, this isn't a cliché at all.

Mackenzie Rivers, to put it simply, is just a horrible person. When we were in junior high, I actually had friends. I'm not going to say that I was popular, because let's face it, no ones ever really popular in junior high, but people liked me. Mackenzie was new and, being the nice person that I am, I reached out to her and tried to be her friend, but the bitch had another plan in mind.

She wanted to be queen bee, and according to her, I was in her way. She felt that because her parents were loaded, because she spent summers in Europe, and because she spoke three languages that she was better than everyone else, and that we should worship her.

She pretended to be my friend for a few weeks, then the next thing I know, my once full lunch table became empty. The friends I thought I had were the same people whispering behind my back, and I was suddenly an outcast. She made up aweful rumors about me so that she'd have the spotlight, and being the impressionable losers that we are in junior high, everyone ate up every word she said. Everyone shut me out, and I was completely mortified.