I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, like any guy would wanna dance with me. I'm a boring, socially awkward nerd that's best friends with two hot popular girls. I'm basically a DUFF".
"Becky and I aren't popular, people just know us and invite us to the best parties", Rachel shrugged.
"Do you know who doesn't get invited to any parties?", I asked but didn't wait for Rachel to answer before I said "Me. Boring and nerdy Marla. I bet it's because I'm a nerd that Trevor broke up with me".
"Marla, if you really are socially awkward and nerdy, I don't think Trevor would've even dated you in the first place".
"I hate him!", I yelled as a tear fell from my eyes "I hate boys! They only want girls with bigger boobs and gorgeous legs, prettier faces and softer, shinier hair! But not girls like me! Not girls that wear glasses and have good grades and wear clothes that aren't as slutty as they want! NOT ME!!!".
Finally I could feel my heartbeat normalize. "Not the old me at least", I said calmly, "I'm different now. Better... and all that stuff is behind me. I'm just gonna have to move on and prove to everyone that Marla the nerd is dead and this is a new better version of her."
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Marla Stanley was your average highschool nerd, bullied, insulted, shamed and demeaned for as long as she could remember. Even with two popular best friends, there was little they could do to help her until Marla decided that she's had enough. After a long summer break, she returns, a new being.
This is a story about love, hate, heartbreak, pain, excitement, friendship, betrayal, shame, envy, guilt and the struggles some of us go through as teenagers. People say these are the best years of our lives but it's pretty tough being a teenager even if you're pretty and smart.
The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly.
I smile again.
A smile!?
A tiny one, but still.
"Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?"
I ask, swinging my feel a little.
He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all.
Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much?
"Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname."
I offer happily.
He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment.
He has nice eyes.
Pretty brown chocolate orbs.
They remind me so much of.......
"Teddy."
He shakes his head immediately, frowning.
"What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you."
I say softly, tilting my head.
He continues to shake his head.
I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?"
He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make.
"No."
.
.
.
*Jordan*
Teddy!?
Seriously!?
She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!?
What the hell does this girl want!?
I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street.
Forget about her.
She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away.
Everybody does.
She HAS to go away.
*Spoiler alert*: she doesn't.
Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt.
That's my mindset.
I've been through enough of that.
This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway.
She's too innocent.
*Mature content*
{Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}