My heart fluttered and I tried not to panic. Transferring schools had kind of become a norm for me by now, to be honest, so I was prepared for the stares.
What I wasn't prepared for was was happened when I stepped in the huge building.
"See you later, bro," Ian said, putting the car into park and basically ejecting me out. "I'm gonna go see if I can't get a slice out of that fine piece of pizza."
I looked to where he gazed, and I saw a girl laughing with two of her friends.
After a second, I turned to Ian and said, eyes wide, "That's not a piece of pizza. That's a chick."
He punched my shoulder, causing me to hit the hood of the car.
"Screw off." Ian hissed, and I punched him back. "At least I will." I called over my shoulder, looking back at him. "Unlike you and Pepperoni over there."
That was where I made my mountain of a mistake. Ian's face went red and he made a face. But the problem was: I was watching.
I felt my life flash before my eyes, my ears rang with the impact, and I was on the ground.
When my senses stopped spinning, I looked up. I had run into the front door. So much for any sort of cool. I thought.
But then I realized. A girl stood over me. Pretty cute. Blonde. Definitely my type.
"Hey girl," I said. I could feel that I had a double chin, but I tried to continue despite it. "I guess you could say I fell for you."
Her mouth twitched, and I had hope, but instead, she stood up. "I could, but that would be three too many words that I could spare on a nerd like you."
"BUT-" I started, "I fell for you is four words."
I watched as a boy leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear.
After a moment, she looked back down at me. "I know. That's because I can give you one word."
My hope and game shattered as I lay on the cold, slightly sticky ground, I tried to press on. "And what's that?"
She turned, her blue skater skirt almost hitting me in the face. "Bye."
I lay back on the ground, turning my head to the side to truly appreciate the wad of gum miserably stuck to the concrete next to my head.
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Teen FictionCammie is sweet, cutesy, sarcastic, sometimes morbid, and violently social. Reemee is just the chick who is trying to fit in at the new school. Brennan is flirty, sarcastic, and smoother than butter on ice. Josh is so sweet he makes honey jealous, k...
