The Nerd Diaries

Besties tell each other everything

"Fuck!" I yelled. I sucked the small amount of blood coming from the tip of my ring finger. Apparently, I can't cut!

"Here, I'll do it", Peter said as he reached over my shoulder and swiped the scissors from my hand. His head was so close, I think our cheeks touched for a second.

I used my non bloody hand, to stop him from taking my paper. "I can do it myself, Peter."

He looked at me. All of a sudden my cheeks grew red. Damn you, Peter. "Obviously you can't. You almost cut your fingertip off."

I gave in. His gorgeousness totally broke me down. I lifted my hand and he took my paper off my desk.

Mr. Blake, gave us an in class project. He told us to make something that represents us out of the construction paper he had from last year. We all new he assigned this stupid project just to get rid of the old construction paper to get more.

I decided to make a shirt with Princeton on it. Simple but Mr. Blake didn't say we couldn't do it.

I twisted my body around. Peter was focused as he cut the outline of my shirt. "What are you making?"

Peter looked up and smiled. My soul almost left my body. "I'm making a mirror."

"Why?"

"I like looking at myself."

"So a mirror represents you?" he nodded. He is so dreamy...

"Are you okay, Natalie? You look like you have to take a shit."

My mouth fell wide enough that a train could ride through it.

I was checking out Peter, but my face looked like I was taking a shit. Can you please shoot me?

"I... uh... d-don't... Are you finished?", I stammered. Peter's eyes lit up as he showed me the Princenton shirt he had cut out.

"Yeah. I'm amazing with scissors", he boasted as he gave me my shirt. I giggled and turned back around to write my page about how my shirt represents me.

I basically told my whole life story. About how my mom is hardly ever satisfied with everything I do. For example, her dream for me is to be hairstylist. Not saying that being a hairdresser is a terrible profession, but it isn't me. Being a lawyer is.

I also went to detail that Princeton is a college that my grandmother went to. Grandma Lois, my dad's mother, is a retired lawyer but still talks about the exciting cases she has won. Every single story she told me are still stuck in my head and are my motivation to become a lawyer. Just. Like. Her.

The bell rang and I handed in my project: A full page with the shirt stapled at the corner.

I said goodbye to Mr. Blake and walked out of the classroom. I chewed on my nail on my ring finger when I heard someone yell my name. I turned around and sped the opposite direction of the person.

"Natalie, come back here!" they yelled. I was losing them until I slammed into abs. They belonged to Ryan.

"Where do you think you're going, Natalie?" he asked with a sly smile on his face. I was tempted to smack it off his face for him.

"Natalie, why are you avoiding me?" asked the voice. They grabbed ahold of my shoulder and spun me around. I was face to face with Sarah.

"I have to go", I coldly said.

"Please, talk to me. I thought things were getting back to normal? We should be gossiping about Brielle", she said running her hands through her hair.

"I thought we were best friends, Sarah. But we're not, I guess."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because best friends tell each other everything. Especially things that would transform our lives." And with that being said, I jogged down the hallway.

"Natalie!" she yelled after me. I didn't look back. I don't know if I would ever forgive Sarah for not telling me she was pregnant. I should've been the first person to know, if not second. But, I know I should be there for Sarah. I just need some space. A whole lot of space.

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