Battle of the Cliques

'Hey, Haylie, right?' He said, leaning against the lockers.

'That's me,' I chuckled nervously. Why Chase Stewart, the most popular boy in our school, was talking to me, I had no idea.

'So, I was thinking, and I was wondering if you umm, maybe wanted to go out with me Friday night?'

I blinked. 'Me?' I said incredulously, pointing at myself. Was he really asking me out?? And he seems nervous about it too!

'Uh... yeah...'

'Umm... Thanks, but uh, I think I'm gonna have to pass' I said, offering him a shaky smile, closing my locker and walking away, leaving him staring blankly after me.

Chase Stewart. The high school heartthrob. The sport-crazed hottie. The most popular boy in school, who had a solid reputation as a player. A hardcore, 'I don't care how many hearts I break' player. And yet, every time he's done with a girl, and leaves her shattered, his gorgeous smile lets him get away with it. He belonged with the jocks, with his 'popular' group.

Haylie Andrews. That's me, nerdy, invisible wall flower. I had it all: The huge glasses, straight A's, and the favourite of every teacher. Me and my friends stay in the corner, out of the way of the popular kids. Or, we used to stay out of their way, until this idiot, Chase Stewart decides to mix it all up.

I was a nerd. He was a jock. We don't mix. What in that doesn't he understand?!