Barbra's POV
"What did you say?", I asked, shocked
"You heard me. I dare you to be friends with nerdy over there" Diane repeated ,pointing to a girl sitting alone on a table not too far from ours "Deadline is the day of prom and she must not know about the dare. Your time starts now."
"Barbra you can do it,",encouraged my boyfriend Brandon as he gave me a quick kiss.
I took a deep breath and look that faces of my friends. We were six on the table Brandon (my boyfriend), Diane,Chloe, Nick(Chloe's boyfriend) and Jason. I stood up for the table walked over to the nerd's table.
As I took a seat opposite her,she rose her head from the book she was reading and looked at me with a confused look on her face
" Are you lost?"she asked.
"No," I said .Then there was a disturbing silence.
"I'm Barbara by the way." I stressed my hand for a handshake by got none
"I know," was all she said. She turns back to reading the book in front of her
"So what's your name?" I asked trying to sound at friendly as possible.
"What is going on?"she asked irritated. "Is this some kind of prank? If it is could you get on with it already instead of wasting my time."
"Whoa. Take it easy. This is not a prank. Can't a girl make some friends?"
Then she gave me that "do u think I'm going that dumb" kinda look.
"Okay..... What's your name again?"
"Taylor."
"Taylor, how about after school, we meet in front of the school."
"Why?"
"Wait and find out."******************
Taylor's POV
I actually waited after school for Barbra. I didn't have anything better to do. I didn't have a great social life. OK let me just say it this way. I didn't have any friends.
I sat there on the in front of the school wondering why Barbara Sanchez food want to talk to me thanks Sarah see Barbara is the most popular girl at school and I'm the most unpopular girl at school maybe she wants me to do her homework or maybe.......
"Hey I didn't think you would wait," Barbra said as she walked out the school door.
"So what did you want to see me for?"
"Just wanted to hang out."
"Are you feeling okay. You want some is that it?"
"No no no. What would make you think that?"
"It's not normal for a girl like you to want to hang out with a girl like me." I said rubbing the back of my neck.
"I just thought you looked nice and how you might like to hang out but if you don't want to understand." she said walking down stairs to the parking lot.
"Wait. I would like that."
I lied. I knew she was up to something.
"Great. What did you come to school with?"
"My bike I said as a follow her.
" Tell me its a motorcycle that you meant."
" No my bicycle. What's wrong with that?"
"Um ..... everything," she stopped in front of a red Jeep and got into the driver seat."Are you getting or what?"
"What about my bike?" I walked over to the passenger door and opened it.
"Don't you have a car?"
"I do."
"Then forget about the bike."
I turned one last time to look at my bike then got into the car.
"Good girl," she said.
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