The Bad Girl's Nerd
"For some reason, nerd, I like you." She says. I stood there as she smirked and ran her black painted finger on my shoulder. "W-what do you m-mean?" I stuttered trying to be brave, but failed miserably. Her smirk remained on her tanned face as she moved her face too my ear. Her hair fell on my shirt. "Meaning, you'r...