The name's Delilah Calvin. In 1963, I- ha no. You know that incredibly quiet girl you see smiling from across the room with her face shoved in a book, ignoring everything and everyone in her surrounding? Yeah. That's not me. Don't get me wrong! I love my books and shoving my face in them, but I'm not the type of nerd to shut the outdoor world out. Nope! I'm the Nerdy Weirdo.
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Moving to a state across the nation was far from easy for Delilah. Leaving her friends, house, school, and neighborhood was a bite in the butt. She wasn't only a nerd, weirdo, nerdy weirdo; she was also the new girl. Cliché combination, huh? It doesn't stop there! She lives across from the school badass Colton Ross.
He's cocky, she's fiesty. He's mean, she's nice. He fights, she sings. He's popular, she's new. He's hot, she's beautiful. He's the badass, she's the nerd. But most importantly, they're both weird. Mix the nerdy weirdo, the badass, and some chocolate; you get a swirl of the most bizarre adventure that ever existed.
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Excerpt:
I lent against the fence, waiting for Emma to come back from her evening makeout session with idiot quarterback, Jacob King. I snorted unattractivly as I thought about how ironic his name is.
"You should really stop talking to yourself, otherwise people would think you're crazier than you already are."
Ah, he makes me crazy. Crazy to smash his pretty face in a skunk's butt!
"Oh, I was wondering when we would have our daily banter, Sir Butthead," I replied to Colton.
He scoffed."As if! Anyways why are you waiting for me? Already playing the desperate girl role?"
I examined his face to see if he was being sarcastic or just trying to be humorous, but I saw genuine curiousity.
I burst out laughing, startling him. "Yo-ou actually- hahahaha -think I'm waiting for you?"
He threw me one of his infamous glares, but I was unaffected. "Who the hell do you think you are, Ross?"
He came close and leveled his gaze with mine. "Your worst nightmare, nerd."
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Nerdy Weirdo
HumorThe name's Delilah Calvin. In 1963, I- ha no. You know that incredibly quiet girl you see smiling from across the room with her face shoved in a book, ignoring everything and everyone in her surrounding? Yeah.That's not me. Don't get me wrong! I lov...