She Will Be

Summary: Because I went everywhere with it. Now, it's broken and he has to pay me back. So, Evelyn's idea was to get us into the Populatzzi. What other way to do that then make him agree to date me for three months?

Prologue: She Will Be Introduced

I'm that one girl in the back that you see, but look over because she's not as pretty as the girls in the front. Or, while you're at the mall and you see me and that other girl – whose name is on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason you just can't remember for the life of you – walk into a shop, and you sit there like "Why are they going in there? Don't they know that's only for the Populatzzi?" Oh! Or maybe, while your at the coffee shop and you see me ordering a FULL meal, and you roll your eyes and think something sly and stupid. You whisper it under your breath as I walk bye and you just sit and stare.

In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm the girl who sits across from you in Calculus. You don't know my name? Well buddy, that's real disrespectful. I took about three minutes out of my perfectly-imperfect schedule to tell you who I am. You don't care? Well then. Such impudence. When I take over the world, you're sooo going inside of a cage. Bet on it.

Anyway, since you're begging for forgiveness now (Oh, you aren't? Ugh, shut up, bro) I might as well introduce myself. I'm Braelyn-Jersie Summers. No, my parents do not hate me. No, this is not a joke, and No. I am not kidding you. I'm being very serious right now. If it's that big of a deal, just call me Brae. Jebus Flippin' Christie. Anyhoozles, as I was saying. Everyone calls me Brae, so now that you know you must feel like part of the in crowd. No? Hell just froze over. Satan's coming to get you, and I'm just gonna sit in your bed room with my chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and my iPod, and listen to "Settle Down" by Kimbra, as I watch Lucifer drag you into the pits of a very steamy winter wonderland. Yeah, bro. I put some seriously saucey imagery in there. Liked that, didn't you.

Well, I'm getting a little bit bored here, so I'll humor you later. When I see you at school.

Deuces, broski.