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Mr. Popular and Me

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Evan is a student that everyone avoids, Waeland is the most popular student in the school, aka; Mr. Popular.

Evan isn't afraid to say what he wants to people, but he never allows anyone to get close to him, leaving him a loner. This piques Waeland's interest and he decides to try and take a shot at Evan to see if he can get under that hard shell of his.

Will the persistent Mr. Popular be able to break through Evan's walls, or will his fear of losing his reputation ruin everything?

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Chapter 1
Evan's POV School. High school to be exact. The worst place on earth for any human being. I hate it. I don't mean the kind of hate that people say whenever they hate vegetables. I mean the kind of hate that makes your blood boil at the thought of it. The kind of hate that makes you want to destroy the damn thing. Yup, that kind of hate. I dreaded every step forward towards the building filled with hormonal, moody teenagers. Not that I'm not one of them, because I definitely am. In fact, I'm probably moodier than most, but being around so many people that I don't like irritates me. They're all loud and annoying or quiet and insecure, or a mix of both. Not that there is really anything wrong with that, I just don't like people in general. I guess everyone at one point or another goes through that phase, though. A scowl found its way to my face whenever my eyes caught a glimpse of the school in front of me. I always look angry, maybe because I am most of the time that I'm here. Maybe that's part of the reason no one ever approaches me, but then again, I'm glad no one approaches me. I don't want to immerse in a useless, awkward conversation. I don't care to talk to people, nor do I want to unless it's necessary. I much prefer to keep to myself the next two years and few months that I have left here at this school. I've kept to myself my entire Freshman year and this is my second year, I think I can last until I'm out of here. I guess most people would consider me to be a jerk, and they're probably right. But I won't be seeing these people in a few years so I really don't care. I step into the overly-crowded school and my nostrils were invaded by the heavy amount of perfume and cologne people wear. It's awful. I mean, I can understand just a spray or two. But the amount people wear here is over excessive and is probably just as bad as if they didn't shower. Though, I guess that isn't really important. Making my way to my locker, I spotted a group of people standing around, blocking my locker. Great... I thought as I reached them and shot each of them a glare. "Move. That's my locker." I demanded in a monotone voice, not dropping my cold stare. They all moved away from my locker, mumbling a bunch of stuff that I couldn't hear. Not that I really cared. At least they're away from my locker. I put in the combination and placed my bag inside, grabbing a set of books for my first few classes and walked away after shutting it. First and second period were extremely boring, as usual. So instead of listening I just zoned out into my own train of thought without anyone bothering me. Third period though, I was not as lucky. "Mr. Beck!" The teacher roared after trying to get my attention for the fourth time. I turned my head towards her, leaving my head rested on my hand. "Yes, Mrs. Willow?" I asked in a not-so-apologetic tone. It's not like I really care if she gets mad at me for ignoring her. "Do you really think you're so above everyone else that you don't have to pay attention like they do?" She asked me, looking very irritated. I just looked at her and blinked after a moment. Why does everyone think that I think that? I thought. I'm probably worse than everyone else and I know that. "No, I'm just bored, I've heard this lecture before." I answered truthfully and that just seemed to irritate her further. See what I mean? This is why I hate people. Tell the truth and they get more agitated. There's no winning with some people. "If this class is so boring, then why don't you switch classes?" I sighed and shook my head, moving my hand down finally. "You and I both know that I can't do that. The school doesn't offer any higher math classes than this one, and I have to finish this class to get the college credit." I finished and looked up at her, we've had this talk several times before, so I don't know why she keeps bringing it up when she knows the answer. Maybe to try and irritate me. Which she was unfortunately good at. But I couldn't let it show too much or she could send me to detention and as much I may seem like the person who doesn't care about getting detention. I do care. I really do, it'll look bad on a college application. I don't care about people all that much, but I do care about my education. "Mr. Beck. I would like to speak to you after class." She finished with almost venom in her voice. I nodded and went back to looking out the window like nothing ever happened. After third period I had to stay to listen to a long, annoying, and may I say, a rather useless lecture from Mrs. Willow. I just agreed, trying to hide my eye twitch from her while she ranted about how I needed to pay more attention or she would be calling my dad. I really don't like her. Why do I need to hear the same things over and over? I already know everything she was teaching. So if I listen I'll just fall asleep, and in my opinion, that's much ruder than just looking out a window. I was too annoyed and lost in thought, that I didn't notice where I was going. Until I ran into a large figure that suddenly appeared in front of me. Good thing I'm not too small, or I would be eating the ground right now. I mumbled an apology and went to walk away, but they grabbed my wrist. "Wait. Shouldn't you at least look someone in the eye when you apologize?" The person spoke in a deep husky voice, despite it being kind. I rolled my eyes and looked at the face of the person who I ran into. I froze. Almost, I almost froze I meant. I looked at his eyes. His bright, soul-piercing green eyes. Then my eyes were wandering all over his face of flawless pale skin and then to his silky, well styled red hair. Oh, I know who this is. I may hate everyone at this school and I don't really pay attention to who people are. But you'd have to be living under a rock to not know who this guy is. I mean, he's Waeland Daten, the school's number one football player and the most popular guy in this school. Otherwise known as, Mr. Popular. He snapped his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. That's when I realized I was just staring. Oh jeez, I probably look dumb. I coughed, "Um, sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I apologized in a monotone voice, trying to hide the slight embarrassment of looking dumb. Why do I care if I look stupid to this guy? He flashed me a smile, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth, "It's all good Evan." What? I never told him my name. My eyebrows furrowed, which probably showed my slight confusion. He then chuckled in his deep, smooth voice, "I know everyone's name here in this school if that's what you're confused about." I frowned, well that's not creepy at all. "Okay... Goodbye." I turned and walked away, not wanting to be late to fourth period. Tardies are just as bad as detention. "Hey! Don't you want to know my name?!" The redhead called out to me. Turning my head towards him I answered, "I already know it, everyone in this school does, moron." I said and continued to make my journey to my next class. "The name's Waeland, not 'moron'" Waeland said as he caught up with me, not too far behind in the first place. Didn't I just tell him I already knew his name? I didn't respond to him aloud, hoping my permanent scowl will give him a hint to go away. Instead, he just kept following me. "Did you know we have history together?" Of course, I did, how could I not notice that Mr. Popular was in over half of my classes? I walked into history and sat in the back corner seat as usual when a strange presence in the seat beside me. Please tell me he did not just follow me then sit beside me. I decided to snap my head towards the desk to see Waeland sitting in it, confirming I was right. Can this guy take a hint? I don't want to be bothered by anyone. "Oh, I can take a hint, Evan." He chuckled as if reading my mind, then I realized that I must have mumbled it out loud. I rolled my eyes, "Then why are you still here?" I asked, looking back to the board, something I almost never did. But it's better than looking at that i***t. "Because I like to meet new people. Especially people like you who seem so closed off from everyone else. It's fun to see new sides of people." He said and I scoffed, he wasn't going to see any new sides of me. And I informed him of that, continuing to ignore him the rest of class.

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