pretty little nerds

pretty little nerds

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., mars 22, 2012
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i heard the front door and the ring that stated that another costomer was here. i waited for them to approach as i continued to scrub the counter that rest in front of me. "umm hey...jessica" the man said. i looked up slowly. was that who i thought it was. no i couldn't be. the tall muscaler figure that rest infront of me. flashing a heart stopping smile. his brown hair. his blue eyes. the captian of the football team. what did he want with me of all people. i mean he never talked to anyone outside his group. and if he did it wouldn't have been me. i was just a nerd. a nobody. i've always had a crush on him since the first grade. but hes never seemed to notice me. "um h-hey derek" i was speechless i didn't know how to act. i looked up at derek he seemed to be feeling a little akward and uncomfortable too. "can i ask you a question?" "sure" "can you help with my homework. you know study session" i looked at him dunmbfounded was that the only reason why he came here to ask me to "help" with his homework. i felt disgusted and angry. "and what inside that big head of yours thinks i'd do that" i said while leaning agianst the counter towards him. he leaned in too. our faces were inches apart and our lips nearly touching. "because you cant resest me" he said with a wide smile. his minty breath hitting my face like a dust cloud. "like hell i can!!" i yelled back geting away from. letting my temper get the best of me. "oh come on jessica if i dont ace my next test i'll fail" he said strightning up too. "thats your problem pretty boy not mine" i said coldley. "man i didn't know you were this bitchy" he said while rolling his eyes. i gasp. "fuck you!!" i yelled agian. he raised his and placed it to his heart as if i had hurt him. good i hoped i put a dent in that fat ego of his. "come on no need to hurt peoples feelings" he said. "excuse me! says the aroggant ass hole whos standing right in front me!!" people in the restruant looked our way in horrified e
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This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine). More info: Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat. This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely. Preview: "Y/n! Come on let's go!" "Yeah! You are going to make us late!" "God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them. "Is that a book?" "Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them. "Okay want ever you say." We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read. "Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field. My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm. "Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22. "No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted. Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team. 22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile. "He smiled at you!" "It was just a smile," I said going back to my book. "You have a crush." "You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet." I rolled my eyes at both of them. They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.

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