Judging A Book By Its Cover

Life isn't a fairytale.

6th period was a bore. As it always was. And I couldn't even focus on the class because

A. My pen wasn't in my possession

B. Alexander Edwards

Uh why couldn't I stop thinking about this douchepants. This is so cliche and I hate being cliche.

Why did I the "nerdy, innocent (well not that innocent) bookworm" have to fall for the hot, attractive, sexy.... Wait where was I?

Oh right. The hot, attractive, sexy jerk. If he plays football I literally am gonna kill myself. Because they all happen to play football.

Wait did I just say I was falling for him? Uh I'm not, well idk.

I just met this guy

. I'm not a fucking disney princess, I can't fall for a boy the day I meet him. And it's not like he's exactly a Prince Charming.

Sure he has the looks but the personality? I don't think so. More like Prince Douchepants.

Anyways life isn't a fucking fairy tale. There are no fucking happily ever afters. I know that it might seem bipolar coming from me since I like reading more than I like breathing.

I rather live in fantasies than reality. But that's the difference. I know they're fake.

I know Hagrid won't burst in through my door and say "Yer a wizard, Mia." And I sure as hell know a person like Alexander and a person like me won't end up together.

Alexander dates bitchy, blond cheerleaders named Brittany.

And I date my Zac Efron poster.

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7th period is when I have PE. You might think since I'm the nerdy bookworm chick, I suck ass in PE, but I don't.  I kick ass. I get super competitive. And it doesn't matter whether you're friend or foe. Whether you're on my team or the other. I must win the game or nothing. I gotta win the game. Carrying all 7 Harry Potter books isn't easy. You gotta get your strength from somewhere. I will go all Molly Weasley on you bitch.

Today we happen to be playing dodgeball. The game of games. The game where you get to hit whoever you want, and as hard as you want and get away with it. Everyone on my team just stood behind me, and passed me the balls.

I threw ball after ball, hitting person after person.  My head was totally in the game until I got distracted. 

 Alexander was in the class. I turned and glared at him. He winked at me.

I was about to scowl when I felt something hit me against the head. The impact made me lose my balance. I fell on the ground, falling hard  on my ass. My head was spinning. The side of my head was throbbing.

I looked around to see who threw the ball and it was some blonde bitch named Brittany. THE FUCKING IRONY.  I scowled at her and she just smirked.

Mrs. Roberts, my PE teacher told me I was out and told me to go sit down with the rest of the losers. I mean students. All the students sitting down, were those who I got out and they all shot daggers at me. I ignored them.

I was too in shock about what happened to care. I, Mia Woodley was out? I NEVER GOT OUT.  It was all that Douchepants fault. Speaking of the devil. Alexander took the seat next to me.

"Took a pretty hard hit to the head" he said laughing.

"Fuck off." I hissed.

"Wow. You're pretty hot when you're angry." He said.

"I'm always angry." I stated

"Exactly" he winked

"Ugh you're such a pain in the ass."

"Oh. I'd love to be the pain in your ass" he replied smugly

I  flashed him my famous "you pissed me off and I want to kill you" smile, flipped him off and walked away.

"You have a lovely smile!" He called out.

I kept on walking but I couldn't help actually smiling.

This year was going to be hard.