The Nerd Diaries

Paulo Talk

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"Goodmorning, Natalia", said Paulo as he prepared my breakfast. Dad already left to shoot some more scenes for the movie and mom went to the tennis court with some of her country club friends.

"Mornin', Paulo", I groaned, sitting on one of the stools. I took a good whiff of the yummy breakfast. "Blueberry pancakes, my fav."

Paulo chuckled. "Since when do you say fav?"

"Ever since I hung out with Suzy Trescott. I'm telling you she's a character", I said grabbing a piece of toast with butter. "Too bad I have to steal her boyfriend from her."

"What?"

I take a bite of the toast. Just a little crispy, just the way I like it. "I have to steal her boyfriend."

Paulo scoops up the pancake in the pan and puts it on my plate. Since I'm a lady, I have to take small bites.

Fuck that, I devour the fluffy pancake.

"Why do you have to steal her boyfriend?" he asked while grabbing a glass and pouring fresh orange juice he just made. "And stop eating so fast, you're going to choke."

I gagged because I stuffed too much in my mouth. I took the glass of orange juice and drunk it.

"If I get Dean to fall in love with me, Brielle said she would be my slave", I informed him.

Paulo poured more batter on the pan. "What if Dean finds out you made him fall in love with you just to make Brielle your personal slave?"

I shrugged. "He's a celebrity. I'm pretty sure this kind of thing happens all the time. I know what I'm doing, Paulo."

"Okay", sang Paulo. "So how is school?"

"Same old, same old", I said as I tapped my glass cup. "I pretend like their comments and name calling doesn't hurt but, it does. It's like... What did I do to deserve this? Am I fat? Am I ugly? Is it because I wear glasses? It's not like I bullied anyone."

Paulo flipped the pancake over. "Maybe it's because they know you are going to be way more successful than they are. They call you 'Nerdalie' because they're jealous that you're smart. With your brains, you can do anything you want. With theirs, their options are limited. They want what you have."

I chuckled. "If that's the case, why don't they just study and stuff?"

"Because they would rather pick on someone than work hard. Those bullies want you to stop what you're doing so they can feel better."

Maybe Paulo is right. But why me? There are other intelligent kids at school.

"So, Brielle is jealous of me?"

Paulo laughed. "Sweetie, beauty is the only thing Brielle has going for her. She is as dumb as a doorknob. I should know since she stayed over here that one week and she was doing homework right where you were sitting."

I know what you're thinking, why was Brielle at my house?

Last year, Brielle left her curling iron on when her and her parents went out for dinner. When they came back, their house was on fire. My parents and I love to watch fires (don't ask me why) and when we got there, Brielle's mother was bawling her eyes out in the middle of the street.

My mom felt bad for her and insisted that they stay at our house until they found somewhere else to sleep.

"That was an interesting week", I said.

"Interesting? I wanted to cut my damn ears off. 'Can I get two eggs?'. ' Wait, make it three, no yolk'. 'Ew, look, there's a drop of yolk right there'. 'Why are the eggs touching the toast?'. And that was Brielle's father. Brielle was 100 times worse."

I laughed. They were really bad guests. I think they were taking advantage of Paulo because they don't have a personal chef.

I checked the time on the oven.

7:45

Oh shit, I'm going to miss the bus!

I ran upstairs, ignoring Paulo calling my name. I peeled the pajamas off of my body and threw on my Hulk shirt and black skinnies. I threw my bookbag on my shoulder and sped out the door.

I ran as fast as I could to the bus. Unfortunately, the doors shut and the bus took off. I tried to catch up but one of my house slippers fell off. I screamed.

I can't believe I missed the freakin' bus. Please tell me this is the part when I discover I can shoot webs from my wrists.

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A/N

Like my Spider-Man reference? hehehe