Kimberly:
I smiled as I scribbled down my final thoughts onto my draft work, but soon my smile faltered as I angrily scrunched the paper again and stuffed it in my, overflowing, pocket. It's so hard to write my final chapter for my fanfiction, without detecting a flaw and restarting. I would one day love to do this for a living, despite the constant scrunching of paper, I love to write. For this to become my job would be a dream come true, however the chances of anything spectacular happening to me were so slim that even the flattest of objects couldn't fit through the narrow path.
My names Kimberly Crawford, but my friend calls me Kim. I am 17 years old and probably the most cliche person you would ever have met. I'm clumsy, nerdy, socially awkward and well...that about sums it up really.
I continued writing and re-writing my chapter, not exactly focusing on my History lesson. School has never really been my main focus, but we're told it's compulsory so I guess that explains why I'm here.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by my teacher angrily using my name in a sentence that I had barely heard.
"Pardon?" I meekly questioned feeling like a fool on three different levels.
"I said, Miss Crawford, that if you weren't too busy wasting random sheets of paper maybe you could please enlighten us with what key evens began the revolutionary war?" Mr Colton asked putting me on the spot. I flushed with embarrassment due to the fact that I was caught zoning out, I was barely ever the centre of attention.
Majority of the class was staring at me, almost expectant of me to mess up so they could laugh at me, and make fun of me about how I was finally caught out. As I said, I never really had an interest in school, but it didn't mean I don't pay attention...well most of the time. I nervously tugged at my Harry Potter sweater that had said "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good".
I began thinking about the question before processing what he had asked. I knew about the revolutionary war, I spent almost an entire semester attempting to memorise every detail about it because I thought we would have a pop quiz at the end of the term. Needless to say that I was wrong.
"Um...o-okay" I stuttered "The thirteen colonies wanted to become an independent country. They didn't want people who were across the ocean how to live their lives. The British made the Stamp act and Sugar act, which the Americans were not very happy about. The combination of taxes and no American voice created the famous phrase 'No taxation without representation'."
For a split second I almost felt proud about proving my class wrong, but I stopped caring when I heard somebody cough "nerd". The rest of the class laughed along with the idiot. I wish I was one of the people who could announce that being a nerd was a compliment because they called me smart, but no way did my self esteem allow me to do so.
I looked down at my thirteenth draft sheet, allowing brunette curls to frame my face as I continued scribbling down my ideas.
Jack:
I shifted uncomfortably, laughing along with the entire class about the nerd. I mean seriously, how much of a teachers pet can somebody be before they reach their optimum?
"God that nerd is seriously ruining my day" Donna pouted
"It's okay Stace, I'm sure your boyfriend will make you feel better" one of her minions replied. Donna turned to me with wide puppy eyes and smiled.
"Will you Jack?" she questioned innocently
"Sure" I answered, although I really didn't care about her 'problems'. Donna is my girlfriend, although I'm seriously contemplating breaking up with her, she's annoying as hell and honestly she's beginning to get extremely boring to be around
She said something along the lines of "thank you" but I wouldn't know because I was doing my best to ignore her.
My eyes darted to the back of a familiar brunette's head. She was the nerd that everyone was laughing at. She's kind of annoying, seriously seems stuck up and needs to get a hobby other than swallowing text books for a living. She seemed to be doing everything wrong in life, whether it was doing something to make Donna hate her for the rest of her life, or whether it was making sure that she was the pet of every single teacher she lays eyes upon. I don't know.
Out of pure boredom and a hint of curiosity I attempted in catching a glimpse of the brunette's face. Shifting from side to side in the chair, I moved uncomfortably to look at her face, but her dark ringlets were blocking the view.
"Check out my man, tryna check out the nerd" my irritating 'friend' Aiden commented chuckling.
The nerd quickly darted her eyes back towards us at the mention of her, before facing the front again, too quick for me to even catch a glimpse of her face.
I growled a little in response to Aiden's attempt to humiliate me. "Really Aiden?" I began "because I see you staring at her all the time. Maybe you have a thing for teachers pet over there"
He recoiled in disgust "shut up man"
"Why were you staring at her?" Donna whispered, more than curiously.
"I wasn't staring at her" I snarled "this class is two hours, do you expect me to spend every minute of it staring at Mr Colton?"
"I was just asking" she mumbled in defence "you'll be happy to know we only have 10 minutes left"
"10 minutes is a long time" I impatiently began tapping my pencil along the desk border waiting for time to go pass.
"Okay" The teacher began "I'm going to pick one of your names out of a jar, and ask you a question. If you get it right, you can all leave early"
We all cheered in agreement anticipating who the teacher would pick. He pulled out the stick before announcing someone's name.
"Jack"
"What?" I coughed. Everybody, including the nerd turned to face me
"What year did the revolutionary war happen?"
Everybody turned to me with pleading eyes, and I stared blankly around the room. I didn't know this. It's not like I pay attention.
I pleaded for some help before my eyes fell upon teacher's pet. She mouthed something to me which looked a lot like "1779" so that's what I said
"Close enough" the teacher answered before correcting me in saying it was 1775. Oh. Everyone was dismissed and allowed to go grab their lunch and I was stopped at the front door by Donna.
"Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll meet you in a minute" she answered before heading the opposite direction.
"That's weird" I muttered.
"What's weird?" My best friend Jerry asked me
"She never goes to the bathroom alone"
"You must be delirious because there is no way in hell you actually care about how Stacy is doing" He chuckled
"But she's doing this everyday now" I continued
"I think your just overanalysing everything"
"Probably, wanna grab lunch? Where's Aiden?" I questioned.
"No idea, but that's fine with me. He's irritating as hell" Jerry muttered
"True" I laughed before heading towards the cafeteria to fill my stomach. But I was stopped by Grace heading toward me at full speed.
"What Grace?" I asked slightly amused at how tired she was from running about a 10 meter distance
"Come with me" she said dead serious.
I chuckled a little at her expression before attempting to keep a straight face. "Why?" Grace was a tiny little brunette who seemed to look the youngest in the school, but she really wasn't. She was smart, and crazy at some points.
"Just do it" she answered before grabbing my wrist and dragging me towards the Janitors room.
"Grace I've told you one million times that fairy liquid is not made of real fairies and there is no way you can prove it to me" I deadpanned at the crazy girl in front of me
"1: What do you think the red fairy liquid is made from then? And 2: Just go in there and try not to break anything"
"Why would he break anything?" Jerry, who read my mind, asked whilst catching up to us
"Because he won't like what he sees behind this door" Grace answered.
"Okay, enough of this stupid tension I'm walking in" I said before doing so. But I then wished I didn't, because what I saw was both unforgivable and unforgettable on so many different levels.
Aiden and Donna, kissing...no. Almost swallowing each other in this tiny compressed room. They both froze in shock of seeing me before jumping away from each other.
"This isn't what it looks like" Donna began
"Right, you were giving him upright CPR, because he was dying" I sarcastically remarked
"Jack" she pleaded guiltily
"You don't start" I shouted so loud I even surprised myself.
"Man, that's no way to talk to a girl" Aiden interrupted
I glared at him, all my anger built up as Jerry attempted to pull me away from the danger zone although I refused. Grace watched it all unfold, I know she didn't tell me for her own amusement. She wasn't that type of girl. She wanted me to know, and she wasn't backing down now.
I think my anger just threw me over the top because I found my right arm swinging towards Aiden's face and punching him so hard that the momentum threw him back a little. I looked across to see a smirking Jerry, obviously proud of my actions. A shocked Grace, a crying Donna and a wounded Aiden . I stormed out of there, and heading towards the cafeteria hoping that food would calm my anger down, but probably to no avail.
Kimberly:
I was sitting in the cafeteria enjoying my peaceful lunch, for the first time in forever, when I saw Jack and Jerry enter the cafeteria. Jack looked beyond pissed, his facial expression could give that away to organisms in Mars but Jerry looked proud of Jack. As soon as the two took a seat, a tear stained faced Donna Tobin marched into the cafeteria straight to Jack and Jerry.
"How could you punch him?!" She screeched "he's in hospital now!"
"He kissed my girlfriend, I mean ex" Jack shrugged.
Jack punched someone?
Hold up, Donna was cheating?!
Actually, I'm not all that surprised. She's always been a slut.
"Your such an annoying dickhead!" She screamed at him
"And your a little whore. But it's sad that we can't change everything about ourselves. Lord knows you can't" Jack retorted.
"Ugh! I hate you. Aiden was always the one for me"
"Then go kiss him" Jack replied calmly "oh wait. You can't, because I cut his lip, broke his nose, and most likely gave him a concussion" he counted with his fingers for emphasis.
I can't believe I was just sitting here listening to this conversation, but in my defence, so was everybody else in the cafeteria.
I watched as Donna stormed off, angry as hell. But Jack just sat there next to Jerry discussing something.
I wasn't too keen on finding out what they were talking about, so I placed my headphones in and began listening to The Fray. I brought out another sheet to write on, because I still haven't perfected my final chapter and began scribbling down my stream of thoughts. I was about midway through the paper when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around cautiously to see Jack Brewer standing there.
"Yes?" I meekly asked
"Apple will you please help me make my girlfriend jealous?"
With that I choked on air.
