Love Ain't My Game [[✔️✔️COMPLETED✔️✔️]]

Prologue

I, Betsy Applecherry, was just an average nerd girl for all of my school days. I got the best grades, the first rank and everything else people expect from a topper. I never actually had friends (or I'd say close friends). Of course I had friends who were just my friends to copy notes and stuff. I was one hell of a popular girl. You ask how? Well, that's cause everyone wants to copy notes from the best student. I wasn't necessarily beautiful nor was I focused on my looks.

I was random, carefree and enjoyed watching Anime while my friends were getting into relationships and stuff. I hated boys at that point. Boys my age, to be specific. I used to think "who needs a boyfriend when you got a good book and some anime". I genuinely felt that way. My parents were proud of their one and only daughter who buried herself into books. I wasn't proud of myself though. I was everything a girl doesn't want to be. I was ugly (maybe), short(5"1), nerd and didn't have friends. I have naturally tanned skin. Not that I hate tanned skin, it just doesn't suit me.

Unlike in other wattpad teen fiction, I'm not rich. We live in an apartment and have some latinas for neighbours whom we neither understand nor talk to. My mom and dad both work day and night and I'm always home alone. I only meet them at night but they just jump into the bedroom without saying hi to me. Not that I care anyway.

So basically, I was free to do whatever I wanted all day. I could party with my friends I don't have and go wherever I wanted all day. But if I leave too, what if a thief got in? Yeah, such thoughts kept me inside the home all day. The only time I'd go out was during vacation with my parents. So I'm kind of boring. Maybe that's why I don't have friends?  I don't know and honestly I don't even care. What do friends do anyway? Gossip, gossip, gossip. And I hate gossip.

Yeah so this pretty much summed up my life: boring, nerd, stay at home otaku; until my 16th birthday. You must've guessed already. Well yeah, I then met a boy who changed my life and me completely. Not to brag but he was the hottest guy I knew. He was cool, smart and handsome. There was no way a potato like me would deserve a gem like him. But then I had turned myself into french fries one day that he laid his eyes on me. That day was my birthday.

I had invited my "note-copying" friends to my birthday. I didn't expect them to come but to my surprise all of them came. They knew that if they didn't, I wouldn't share my notes with them. Yeah so there were people from my class I had never noticed. Who even invited them? Whatever, at least I could show my parents that I had friends. So my Birthday was just like me. Boring. I cut the cake, fed my guests and mom played some music to which everyone danced except me. I know they weren't really enjoying the dance but they all wanted to impress me so that they get my notes. I was feeling so uncomfortable in that ugly red strapless dress that mom forcefully put on me. My "so-called" friends were telling me that I looked gorgeous but I know they were lying.

I was just sitting in the couch waiting for this party to end when this drop-dead gorgeous person came to me.

"Happy Birthday Betsy.", he said and handed me a gift. I was awe struck by his looks.

"Thank you! Erm..." I said roling back my eyes in thought trying to remember if I even knew this person or not.

"Oh! I'm Kevin. Kevin Cowboyhat. We're in the same class. I sit in the last bench."

I tried to remember if I had noticed any hot dude in my class. Nah! I never even looked back from my first bench.

"Oh yeah! I guess you've never asked for my notes", I said and just regretted saying that.

"Oh well, I've copied your notes from Charissa. She had borrowed from you and I borrwed from her." He said like it was the world's biggest secret.

Charissa, that bitch. She's always going around boys for I don't know what reason. Like she came to school to pick guys and not study. I so hate her. Whatever, I hate everybody.

So that was the first conversation I had with Kevin Cowboyhat. End of the story. Thanks for reading! 

No. Wait. The story hasn't even begun yet. I was just joking. So that one conversation started this story. The Genesis of love. 

(Story begins from next chapter. Keep on reading. Thank you!)