OUTCASTS

Outcasts

How Can A Quiet Nerd

and a Bad Boy

conquer the horrid halls

of highschool?

By C . Westmoreland

Outcasts

OUTCASTS

Copyright © 2014 By Christal Westmoreland

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted

in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

ISBN (XXXXXXXXXXXXX)

Printed in USA By 48HrBooks (www.48HrBooks.com)

Dedication

This book goes out to all of my true friends who supported me in my book creating series' (Misfit, Mirz, S for Serpentine, etc.). Thank you all I appreciate you, but still...

WHY YOU DERPIN'?

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1 7

Chapter 2 11

Chapter 3 37

Chapter 4 71

Chapter 5 93

Chapter 6 101

Chapter 7 113

Chapter 8 233

Chapter 9 247

Chapter 10 261

Chapter 11 281

Chapter 12 293

Introduction

I had told Frankie to stop going so fast. Of course he didn't listen, we had crashed. But there was no time we had to save our project from that F. That F meant everything; My grade, my College, my record, my NERD reputation. And it meant the world that Frankie was helping... But meanwhile I guess I had zoned out because the next thing I knew I had destroyed my soon-to-be-married teacher, Ms. Anley's wedding cake. Well there goes five months of pay checks. But, it was over (My life to be exact), and she was angry. I know this had to be a suspension, making that my second...

Chapter one

Six Months Before...

Champs High一 my dream High School made into rreality. And I was finally in my Junior Year. So far its been on the edge and its lacking something. With me as they call a "Nerd", really these years at C.H. has been very humdrum. A few bullies here and there, but I'm still fine. Well... until the day IT happened... Mia and her crew, Alex and Jenna. I was already late to class because of mom's stupid boyfriend. Now more problems. Perfect start to a new year...

.......

After my "Flushing Treatment", I had got in trouble for being late and missing the whole first period. Bad records, hate them. But, hey at least I didn't run into Frankie Daniel; The Bad Boy of Champs High. But sadly some Jocks did;

"Hey Gothie take off the sunglasses, we're inside. Unless you're probably high again..." Said Adam, the most popular guy in C.H. and boyfriend of Mia Smith.

Guys these days; Fresh beauty over here with a scent of Nerdiness!

But back to what happened;

After hearing that rude insult, Frankie slammed Adam into the lockers and ran. He kept the sunglasses on the whole entire time. There was clearly something about Frankie that wasn't right. And I had to find out what.

.......

Later after lunch, everyone could see this was another one of Frankie's "Bad Boy Ditches". Every time drama fell upon him, he always left. He never came back until the next day,ーif he even came.

I just had to do it. Only a few questions. Not a lot maybe three, oh I just hope I don't babble on and on...

But, I'm gonna talk to Frankie.

This would be easier if he had a Facebook, Kik, Twitter, Snapchatーanything that deals with social networking or messaging. I honestly don't even know if he has a phone, tablet, or laptop. All through school he keeps his hands in his pants' or jacket pocketsーunless he's doing classwork or something that requires hand availability, but he doesn't so yeah.

.......

The Next Day After School:

"Um Frankie, can we talk?" I said shyly.

"What do you want?" He said harshly

"I just wanted to see if you were okay from what happened yesー," He had cut me off.

"Why does everyone think I'm not okay? I'm fine."

"Well I just wanted to help..."

"I don't need your help. Go back to your books and leave me alone."

He had started to walk away.

"Frankie," He had stopped

",I don't know if you're gonna except this, but here's my number. If you need help, I can help..."

He didn't say a word. Just still in footsteps.

"Well thanks for not letting me give you 'the key' to that closed door." I said sarcastically balling up my fists.

I just knew this would be a bad idea. Socializing is always a bad idea in my life.

Chapter Two

When I got home there was a note on the counter. It read;

Overtime. Food's in the microwave.

See you tomorrow night.

-Mom

Ahh, the perks of having an overworked mother.