Nerd Vs. Nerd; It's On! [Not To Be Continued]

02-Face Plant

      I threw my hands in the air as I danced to Maroon 5's Payphone. I spun around a couple of times and swiviled my hips. I honestly think I am a good dancer, but I can't choreograph for the life of me. So if I am dancing up on a stage somewhere and I don't look like and idiot, it means someone with skill came up with the dance.

       I heard a knock at my door and I paused the song on my ipod.

      "Come in!" I yell and plop down on my bed. I pull out a magazine from under my pillow and casually flip through it.

      "Hey..." A voice says nervously and I look up. Holy crap! It's Peter Richards!

      I jump up, suddenly angry. "What are you doing here?" I snap. Peter looked kind of guilty as he ran his thin, long fingers through his light brown hair.

      "Look, I am sorry. It's just, I kind of dated McKenna before she went all nerd. It was hard to believe, but I do now." He said and shot me a smile.

      For a moment I felt my cheeks grow hot, but I shake it off. "What's so bad about 'going all nerd'?" I asked, suddenly hurt. Peter's bright green eyes widen a bit. Then his lips pressed in a hard line.

      "Nothing, I just don't date them." He said simply. For some reason I found myself disapointed by his words. What was wrong with me? Once again I shook it off. "Right." I say. "So are you done here?"

      He nods and I shove him out off my room. "Bye." I say.  He replies with a 'bye' and leaves. When I sure he has left the house I run downstairs and find Dad.

      "Why'd you let him in?" I huff. Dad turned to me from his desk in his study. "He said he needed to see you." Dad said.

      "And Jewel says she's pretty. People lie." I said. Dad shot me a look that said 'it's not nice to make fun of your sister' kind of thing. I rolled my eyes. "Anyways...next time ask me before you let someone in to see me." I say and I walk out.

      I climbed the stairs to my room and did my homework. When I was done I changed into my pj's and brushed my teeth. I hoped into my bed and fell asleep.

      My alarm clock blared in my ear as I woke up. I propped myself up on my elbows and slammed my hand down on the SNOOZE button. My lips parted as an unattractive yawn escaped my mouth. I quickly kicked the covers off and went to take a shower.

        I brushed my teeth and hair in no time flat, but when I opened my closet door it seemed I stood there, staring at it. Finally I pulled out a pair of super skinny jeans and a black tank top. I pulled out a neon hoodie with paint splattered words on the front. To top it off I slipped on my black framed glasses and bright pink converse.

      It was raining out side as I stood waiting for the bus. I flicked up my hood and took a bite of my toast. My face screwed up in disgust. My toast was now drenched and soggy.

      "Ugh!" I moaned as I threw my toast away in the trash can at the end of the drive way. Just when I thought the bus would never come, I saw the flashing orange lights it showed as it was about to stop.

      The doors swung open and I took a seat in the seat behind the driver. My clothing was soaking wet so I pulled off my hoodie. Someone wolf whistled when I did. I don't see what the big deal is, it's just a tank top. Not showing anything. I rolled my eyes, maybe they weren't even directing it to me.

      I slung my book bag over my shoulder as I walked into the school. I headed for the gym, at my school in the morning before the bell rang, you had to stay in the gym with the entire school. I sat on the bleachers at the sophomore section. I was all the way at the top.