The Nerd

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"You can stop staring now, I know I'm beautiful", he says while fluttering his fake lashes coated in mascara.

"You...you're gay" I say in wonder

"And you're strange" he replys, flicking off imaginary dust from his shoulders

"You're on heels", I say pointing to the black six inch stilettos

" And you're on Crocs", he says, pointing red painted nails to my feet.

"Look sis, you need to step it up a notch, I mean, who wears Crocs to school? My grandma wouldn't wear it to walk the dogs" he says with his arms wrapped around himself.

"As long as they're comfy, I'm cool with it", I say standing up and dusting dirt off my jeans. I stretch my hand for a handshake.

" Hi, I'm Missan, my cat calls me Missy", I say pumping his hand.

"Hi, I'm Raymond but it's Ray to you now, I stay with my grandma, though I pay rent, I work as a model when I'm free, I just moved in recently with my grandma...it's just the two of us".

" what about your parents?" I ask him, and his demeanour changes, but he masks it immediately.

"I was adopted".

"Oh! Sorry. Shouldn't have asked" I say sounding sorry. He smiles and reassures me.

"It's okay. We're friends, so you should know" he says while grinning.

"What? Do I have meat between my teeth?" He asks, while flicking his tongue over his teeth.

"No no", I assure him

" Are we friends? We just met" I ask him, confused.

"Yes we are", he says his arm going across my shoulder.

"By the way, who's that guy you almost ran over? He's damn cute, I almost ate him up." He says, dreamy-eyed.

"He's Alexander, the school's darling boy. Every female has a crush on him, even the principal"

"And you", he says, playfully whacking my arm.

" No I don't ", I say, turning red.

" yes you do"

"I don't"

"You do"

"Yes I do" I say, sighing in defeat.

"You want to have him?" He asks, smirking.

"No, I'm not his type, and besides he has a girlfriend. A 'hot girlfriend" I say sighing in defeat.

"You could if you want, as for that blonde, she's dumber than a fish. He doesn't like her, he's probably keeping her for a reason".

"How did you know that?" I ask him

"Wild guess" he says, shrugging.

Just then the bell goes for first period.

"I'm sure we're in same grade" he says, walking beside me to my locker.

"My schedule says I have English now"

"Mine says history" I say, going through my schedule for the day.

"We're having Maths together last period. See you then?" He asks and I nod.

Three minutes later, I stand before the closed door that read 'History Classroom'. I'm nervous and my hands are shaking like hell. I try the breathing exercise. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

I'm met with snickers immediately I open the door and whispers of "freak" follows me until I get to the very last seat at the back. Unfortunately, I sit behind the guy who puked on our lawn last night.

"All right, settle down class" the teacher says as he comes in.