Once a Nerd, Always a Nerd

1. Restart

"What is she wearing?"

"Really?? That shirt with those shoes?"

"Just kill her now."

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"Hey Marcy, did you study for the finals??"

"Huh??" I asked, snapping out of my trance and looked at my bestfriend, Alli.

"Really?? You're not paying attention, did you study??" She repeated.

"Yes, I most definately did." I said.

She stared at me. "Liar."

"Ok fine! I was up all night... Reading." I confessed.

"What else??" She asked while raising one eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest.

Alli knows me too well... I walked towards the bench near the entrance of our school and placed all my stuff on the concrete floor. Alli followed.

"I was also... Painting." I added.

"Marcy, you know that you should be focusing on your studies, just cause you have the highest mark in the whole school doesn't mean that you get to show off by not studying." She explained.

She was right... Everytime I read something once it sticks to my mind. It's kind of irritating... The fact that people always come up to me to ask for some help.

"Sorry, I promise it won't happen again." I said.

She smiled at me and held out her pinky finger. I smiled back and held mine out.

"Pinky promise." We both said at the same time.

"Marceline!" I heard someone shout from a far distance.

"Here comes lover boy." Alli said sarcastically.

"Be nice." I said.

"He doesn't even know wh-" I elbowed her.

"Hey Matte, what's up??" I said then smiled.

"Oh you know, just thinking about you." He said then started flexing.

I saw Alli grimaced on the corner of my eye. I elbowed her again and she stiffened. "That's sweet Matte."

"Not as sweet as you."

Yeap that's it.

"Uhm, yeah, sorry but we have to jet, need to study for the finals." I said then started collecting my stuff.

"You know what I did last night?" He continued.

"Uhm... Flex all night?" I guessed without looking at him.

"That too, but when I was done with flexing I went to bed," he paused.

"And... Kept on flexing??" I asked, now looking at him.

"I imagined our wedding day." He said while looking off the distance.

"Uh-huh, well, we're gonna go." I said then started walking away. When he wasn't in earshot anymore, Alli scowled.

"Ugh! I hate him! He's so full of himself! He's-"

"An asshole." I finished for her.

"Thank you."

We walked towards our locker and grabbed our stuff for first block.

"You know... You shouldn't be nice... After what he did to you before." She said with a serious tone.

"That's all in the past Alli, i'm not letting my past come back to haunt me, it won't do me any good." I explained.

"I know but... He doesn't deserve it." She said with a worried look.

I stared into her hazel eyes and smiled. "No one does. A lot of people doesn't deserve my kindness... Considering that they were a part of it too..."

"I know, let's go. Mr. Mcarth might kill us for being late again.

I laughed and closed my locker, Alli did the same. "Yeah, let's go." I linked arms with her and walked to our first class.

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"Ok class, today we'll be painting...." Mr. Mcarth was blabbering.

I ignored everything and stared out the window... The way the light was rising was beautiful, the sun was crisp yellow, clouds like pink cotton candy... I absent mindedly grab my brush and started mixing some colors. White with a bit of pink, yellow with a bit of white and gold.

"He used to study here his name is Jonathan Manners...." I listened a bit to Mr. Mcarth then ignored him again.

I looked out the window again then started moving my hands... The way my hands move was slow and steady. Capturing each and every perfect shade and color... I steadied my hand and got myself mentally ready for the big fini-

"Marcy Mass!"

"Shit!"

"Marcy Mass! Language! Detention after school for not paying attention and swearing!" Mr. Mcarth shouted for the whooooole class to hear.

"Yes Mr. Mcarth." I replied, I looked at my painting and there was a gold streak across my canvas... Great. Maybe I can just cover it up? And as if on cue, I looked out the window and the sunrise was gone. "Grr." I grunted.

"Is there a problem?" Someone asked behind me.

"I'm not sure if you're blind or just mocking me but, as you can see, I have ruined a perfectly good canvas." I explained angrily. I looked up the front and Mr. Mcarthy was gone, he does that, after telling us what to do in the morning he goes somewhere then comes back when there's five minutes of class left.

"Yeah, that is a total waste... If you want we can trade, i'm painting it all black for a background so I might as well use yours." He said.

"Thanks... But even if we switch there's no point... The view is gone and I don't want to recreate something by memory, it'll come out bad." I replied without looking at him.

"We can still trade, you're probably gonna want to restart anyways. You know, find a new inspiration." He persuaded.

"Thanks but..." I turned around to take a good look at him, "i'm really bad in lo-" I stopped halfway, my eyes widened and my heart stopped. I placed both of my hands on my face and stared.

"What? Is something on my face??"

It's him.