Chapter 2
I have never had a boyfriend before. Yes, it is weird that a 17-year-old has never had a boyfriend or even anything close to that. I have only had crushes. And it was never a mutual crush, no, I have been the only one that had gotten my heart crushed.
So maybe it wasn't a bad idea that even if I thought that Brandon seemed nice and might have or much better said, me thinking that he COULD have a thing for me, it would be better if I just got that idea out of my head completely. Rather than getting hurt all together.
My brother Jason on the other hand considered himself a "player" quote on quote, when he was here in West wood. He was or has always been very narcissistic. But what I think now is that he was the one that got played by all those girls in the end because after he embarrassed them and crushed their heart, making a fool out of them embarrassing them in public, making them think that they were nothing more than an object; degrading them making them believe that they could be replaced, those same girls felt so ashamed that they stuck their head in books trying to hide, wanting to become unknown, hoping that no one would notice them if they hid. Those same girls are now going to some of the best colleges. Unlike my idiot brother who's stuck in community college with all his other lame friends. So, I guess that means they had the last laugh after all.
But me, I couldn't even get a guy to look at me yet remember my name. I have always been unknown.
I remember though once I did come close to having a date. This guy in my biology glass sophomore year had really taken a liking to me, or so I assumed he had. I remember he walked me home one day and asked me out. Before I could answer him Jason and his jerk friends came and ruined it. The next day Ian ignored me, he even partnered up with another group leaving me by myself.
I felt something heavy on my back breaking me from my thoughts.
"Mags, you could have made me land straight on my face." as if, I think she was one of the few people in this school that was just about as small as me.
"It would have made my day, like a bestie should always do." She continued saying as she slid off my back " I would laugh so hard that I would join you on the floor and then helped you up."
To think that she was my best friend, and she would purposely let me fall on my face. the whole notion of the situation made me laugh.
"So, I saw the cutest guy that must have inherited this earth. And those eyes." Maggie went on, I instantly knew she must have meant Brandon.
"Great do you guys have to talk about guy in front of me before I've had my lunch, making me lose my appetite." Chris said as he walked up to us pounding our fist. As usual he was in his signature Ramons sweater and black hat. His ears lobs stretched out. But anyways. Yes, I am that type of nerd girl that still fist pumps with her friends, sue me. I make my own rules of what I think is cool and what I think is lame and so far between my friends and I, I thought we were the coolest in the dorkiest type of way.
I hesitated though to respond to what Maggie had said about Brandon, or at least I assumed it was Brandon that she was talking about. I didn't want to talk about him, for one Maggie would make a big deal about such a small thing that was probably nothing, and two I didn't want to let them know that I was interested in the guy.
Unlike me, Maggie was out going, she has had a couple of boyfriends, all jerks though. She always had guys asking her out. Maggie is stunning, in her own way she was just as short as Me and thin as me, her hair was not as blonde as mine it was a sandy brown making her creamy complexion pop out more and her hazel eyes as well. She had never feared being who she was. She always embraced it.
"I think I might see if something can become of me and blue eyes." she continued ignoring Christian's plea to stop talking about guys in front of him.
"I should really hang out with guys." he grumbled as he rolled his eyes walking ahead of us, holding the straps of his dark blue Jansports backpack.
"You don't even know him Mags, you sure he's your type." I asked her, feeling guilty as to the fact that I wanted to say that I liked him but held my tongue.
"Em, really? Cute is my type. And he has got it going on." she continued.
Honestly this wouldn't have been the first time that Maggie has accidentally gone after a guy that I was into, I mean I never told her that I liked the guy, maybe if I did, she wouldn't have hooked up with him. After remembering Andrew (my previous crush and Maggie's ex-boyfriend) and Maggie, I was honestly considering telling her that I liked Brandon as well and maybe she would have considered backing off. But just as soon as I was about to open my mouth, after I finally got the courage, after staring at her and walking I just had to bump into something hard.
That hard object that I had bumped into unexpectedly just so happened to be Damien's rock hard chest.
Damien, the bad boy, the womanizer. That very same boy that also happened to be Maggie's, yes my best friend's ex-boyfriend.
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