The Makeover

02 | When Worlds Clash

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Chapter Two | When Worlds Clash

Walking to my classes with my head down to avoid meeting anyone's eyes has always been a routine for me. I can't bare to look up at their faces as they all try not to stare down at me like I was some alien.

I'm sure of what's running through their degrading minds. Oh, the shy clumsy nerd is here again, I wish she'll just disappear from the face of the earth, look at her big glasses and pimples, doesn't she have any other clothes that are not black?

At least those ones have the dignity to keep their bad thoughts that I even already know, in their minds. So unlike my nemesis. Mauve Sanchez, the girl who had always made my life miserable ever since she's known me, it seems like she was made specifically by the devil to get the better of me.

Rich business class parents, big house, never repeats clothes, makeup always on flick, head cheerleader and the hottest girl in school. Sometimes I wonder if people like that were created on Sunday. She and her minions make out a special time per day to find me and treat me with disgust. But there was only so much a mute,ugly nerd could do.

Some of the cool kids were standing by their lockers, talking, laughing, some waiting, they moved in groups, all talking at the same time about God knows what. With my head still down and my glasses still on, I walked slowly, books in hand towards the the English homeroom.

English is my favourite subject, no doubt but on occasion, people who hate me with passion manage to destroy it for me. With mixed feelings, I sandwiched myself through the busy hallways filled with clusters of people.

Almost like it was planned, the Klutz in me slipped over something that seemed to be a ball pen that someone forgot to pick up, and collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.

I bumped my knee to the ground and while I was struggling not to let my books fall off my hand, my glasses fell off my eye on reflex and unknowingly, the oncoming person's foot stepped on it and crushed it into small pieces.

My eyes widened in shock as they moved in slow motion from the small pieces of glass that was once my glasses onto the feet of the unknown person that was enclosed in white Nike airforces.

I knew then that it was a guy, they moved unto the skinny black jeans that covered his slender legs, to the simple white shirt that separated his broad chest and muscular arms and athletic frame from my peering eyes and then to his face and then my heart stopped walking as my eyes widened in shock and on their own accord.

Oh-my-Freaking God. Haze Valenté in all his full glory. I was shocked, surprised, flabbergasted, gobsmacked,and if there's any other word to use, inform me- you should get my point. He's officially the most popular boy at school and he's dating someone of his class, Mauve.

His medium length blonde hair was styled in a sexy disheveled manner, and he stood right over me, tall and graceful, looking closely down at me, soft thin, pink lips parting and closing momentarily, probably looking for words to say.

Fear gripped me and my hands started sweating, reacting to the fast pace at which my heart was beating. What am I doing still here staring at him? The glasses is gone.

The eloquent, most popular boy in school is standing there without words, staring at my clumsy self as if he was trying to figure me out. I have to go to avoid embarrasing myself any further.

I tried to get up but my knees failed me, I internally groaned in frustration, can this day get any worse? He held his palm out and I glanced at it, weighing my options.

If I don't let him help me, I might make a fool out of myself and be late, do the walk of shame and attract unwanted attention to myself. Sighing, I wiped my sweaty right palm and placed it in his warm ones, slowly getting up.