Hey guys, Olive here and I'm bringing you Chapter 2 of The Populars and the Geeks! (whoo hoo!) Oh my goodness, thanks so so SO much for all the support you guys gave me on the first chapter! I wasn't sure if anyone would've liked this story, but it turns out that they did! So sorry for the delay in updating, I've been busy with the holidays coming up. But I'll try to update a little more regularly.

Anywho, on with the story!


"I could've taken him," Shauna spat as I steered them away from the squabble. "I could've taken him!"

"Of course you could've," I murmured, grinning at her.

"Calm down, Shawny, it wasn't worth it." Marlene rolled her eyes. "No matter how much of an inconsiderate, stuck up, idiotic-"

"Marlene," I said. I knew where she was going with this.

"-mean, stupid, self-centered, selfish, dumb-"

"Marleeeeeneeee," I hummed.

"-stupid, terrible, annoying, stupid-"

"You already said stupid," Will pointed out.

"Marlene," I finally shouted. She stopped her rant to look at me. "You were rambling again." She blushed and muttered an apology.

I smirked at her and Shauna. Those two have hated the Pedrad boys since the day they met them. We've all hated the populars since the beginning, come to think of it.

"I hate to admit it, ladies, but we'll be spending a week with them, we will have to get used to it," Will told us, sending a storm cloud over Shauna and Marlene's heads. They turned to glare at Will, who by that time, had his nose buried in a book.

I shrugged at them and beamed, forgetting about the camping trip. "Let's just enjoy this week, the one without the trip, girls!"

"But there's only today and tomorrow left of the school week," Shauna frowned as I hooked my arm with her.

I waved that away. "Details, details! Now let's get to chemistry!" We walked into our chemistry room as Marlene and Will headed to pre-calculus and geography.


FOUR'S POV

I tapped my fingers on the back of my chair, bored out of my mind. It was one minute before pre-calculus started, and my friends had already begun to fight. I watched, tired, as Uriah and Lauren began arguing about something or other. It was probably something stupid, like he complained about her perfume, or she called him stupid. It always was some useless conflict like that. To top all, it was Thursday, my least favorite day of the week. The worst class of the day on the worst day with the worst of my friends. Great.

I stretched my arms and legs, making sure to let out an obvious yawn, and cleared my throat. That, of course, did nothing. So I went back to my finger-tapping, wishing that Zeke was here to tell his annoying brother to shut up.

For once I was glad when our teacher came in, saving me from breaking up a useless conflict. Uriah and Lauren stopped their bickering immediately, sat up straighter in their seats, and smiled pleasantly at Mr Gregson. I rolled my eyes at them, biting back a sarcastic remark.

"Good morning class," our boring teacher began, "please take out your textbooks and turn to page 325."

As he turned around to write the page number on the board, the door silently opened and a girl slipped into the room. She was being as quiet as possible as she slid into her desk and soundlessly took out her book. It was one of the Geeks, the one with tumbling brown hair. Marlene, I think it was.

Uriah, realizing who it was, got a glint of mischief in his eyes. I inwardly groaned, knowing exactly what he was planning.

"Mr Gregson?" he said, raising his hand. "Sir? Someone came in late."

Our teacher turned around, his eyes darting around the room, finally resting on Marlene. He raised an eyebrow.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Morse."

The girl flushed and mumbled a silent apology. Sighing, Mr Gregson took out his clipboard and make a dramatic mark on the paper. As he turned back to the board, Uriah and Lauren smirked at Marlene, she glared back.

"You really didn't have to do that, Pedrad," she hissed.

"But I wanted to," he replied innocently, turning in his seat to face the front again. She reddened again.

"Well at least I wouldn'tve done that, unlike the self absorbed pervert you are," Marlene whispered angrily.

He spun back around to glower at her. "Take it back, Geek." I could tell that she hit a nerve. Uriah was used to being called nothing but 'handsome' or 'cool'.

"Never," she leered.

Uriah opened his mouth to make another retort, but I beat him.

"Both of you, shut up!" I whispered furiously. "Neither of you had the right to say what you did. Uriah, you shouldn't get people in trouble for no reason." And with the conflict dampened, I opened my pre-calculus book, searching for the right page. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Uriah frowning at me, Lauren looking doubtful, and Marlene staring at me with surprise, and I knew why. A Popular backing up a Geek? Unheard of.


TRIS'S POV

"Ah, chemistry!" Shauna sighed. "So many meanings to chemistry. Ions, atoms, chemical equations," she wiggled her eyebrows. "Love."

I grinned. "Coming from the girl who hates chemistry!"

She frowned. "Yeah, let's face it, it sucks. It would've been the worst class of the day if Cara wasn't teaching it." Cara Eden (or Ms Eden), was Will's older sister. She was probably our youngest teacher and was definitely my favorite, aside from Tori.

"I'm pretty sure my brother has a crush on her," I said, nodding my head towards Caleb. He had a funny look on his face as he was staring at her, absent-mindedly scribbling in his notebook.

"Gross," Shauna mumbled under her breath, laughing a little. Her smile turned hard as Zeke Pedrad swaggered into the room, laughing and bumping fists with the other jocks.

I poked her. "Can we please have ONE chemistry class where you ignore your arch-nemesis and we act like normal girls who don't have enemies?" I begged.

"Of course, Trissy," she cooed, giving me a fake sweet smile. "Let's talk about press-on nails, zero calorie smoothies, and mascara that makes your eyelashes voluminous!"

I laughed. "Okay, maybe not THAT normal!" She grinned back, dropping the girly-girl act. "But let's try to tune down the Pedrad-hate you're emitting."

"Fine,"she sighed.

Cara winked at us before she clapped her hands, getting the class in order. Everybody took their seats on the stools as she cleared her throat.

"Alright class, now today I'll be dividing you into groups for the project we were talking about last week. Remember, you can choose just about anything you want to investigate just so long as everyone in your group agrees on it." She took out a slightly wrinkled piece of paper, put on her thin-framed glasses, and began reading. "First group, Ash, Luke, Caitlin, and Marco. Second group, Edward, Mia, Joan, and Tyler. Third group, Shauna, Tris, Axel, and Zeke. Fourth group, Caleb, Angel, Sean, and Jemma…."

I turned to Shauna, scared to see her reaction. Her mouth hung open, green eyes practically bugging out.

"Close your mouth honey, you look like a fish," I commented, trying to lighten the mood.

"We're working with a Pedrad," she spat.

"Come on, you promised Shawny!" I begged.

"Promised what?" A voice asked us. We turned to see Zeke Pedrad parading over to us, the jock named Axel only slightly behind him.

I bit my tongue, trying not to say anything snappish. "Nothing," was all I could say.

He shrugged as he walked around the table, flopping himself onto a stool and propping one of his feet on our table. Axel wordlessly sat down, giving me and Shauna the once-over with slight interest.

"Do you mind," Shauna griped, pushing his foot away with her yellow pencil.

"Yes, yes I do," Zeke fired back.

The two continued bickering throughout the whole class period while Axel decided to play catch with an eraser, throwing it to one of his friends. That left me to brainstorm ideas in my notebook.


"Only one more day until the week is over!" I said happily to Will as the bell rang, indicating that school was over. We gathered our things and exited the Spanish classroom. Not only was I happy that Spanish was over, (let's just say that different languages weren't really my speed) but the day was over.

"Technically there's still Friday, Saturday, AND Sunday," Will said, grinning at me, "but sure, we can say there's one day left."

Waving goodbye, I left him at his locker and started towards mine. The crowded hall was difficult to navigate, especially because I lacked height, but I made it safely to my locker.

"We made it through the day," Shauna grinned at me from three locker doors away. Both of us waved at Marlene as she walked past.

"Yeah," I breathed out. Stuffing my backpack with all the homework, I grabbed my phone just as it buzzed, indicating that I got a text. As I checked it, I saw that it was from my mom.

Beatrice sweetie, Caleb is staying after school today for his chess club and my meeting is running late so I can't pick you up. Try to catch a ride from one of you friends or one of our neighbors. I'll see you soon!

I groaned. Shauna came over and looked over my shoulder. She winced as she read the message.

"Oooh, tough!" She said. "You could try Marlene maybe? She lives sorta close to you, right?"

"Not really, and we just saw her leave," I sighed. Will is probably going with Cara and you walk home, how should I get home?!"

Shauna shrugged. "There's always the city bus," she suggested.

"I guess I'll have to." We slammed our lockers simultaneously and guided ourselves through the slightly less packed hallway. As we finally made it to the front doors, Shauna bid me goodbye and found her sister Lynn and they started home. Lynn was in a different crowd of people than we were, but she was still cool and we still hung out. She was a bit of a rebellious person, shaved head, multiple pierced ears, studded jewelry.

Sighing, I walked down the steps and in the other direction that the sisters went. I walked about a block before sitting on a bench at the bus stop on the corner. Taking out my phone I began to play some of the useless games I put on my phone but never used. Not five minutes later, the bus pulled up and I stood up.

Now it's not that I haven't taken the city bus before, it's just that I'm not really used to it. Sure, I've taken it to get to the mall once or twice, or to a friend's house, or even the library a couple of times, but not since I was eight have I taken it home. And I was with my parents. So you can expect me to be a little clueless.

I got on, digging in my pockets and finding some spare dollar bills and I put them in the box. After the driver nodded to me, I made my way to the back and found a seat.

I was surprised when another person plopped down beside me. Looking up, I saw that it was a tall, slender girl with brown eyes. She was pretty. And very familiar.

Christina looked up and began to smile before realizing who I was. She then frowned and looked away.

"What're you doing here?" She asked, taking out a bright pink compact mirror as she checked her perfect makeup.

"I was about to ask you the same question," I retorted.

She scowled at me. "I ride this bus everyday, Geek. And you've never been on it."

I flushed and looked out the window before finally replying. "I needed a way to get home."

"So you chose my bus?" Christina snorted.

"It isn't your bus," I huffed. "And how was I supposed to know that you rode this specific one? I don't know everything about you. I don't fawn over you like most people do. Unlike them, I'm more concerned with the welfare of myself than just another pretty face ruling our school."

That shut her up. She gawked at me, light pink lipsticked mouth hanging open. Staring back with no expression, I once again turned the other way, taking out my phone.

We sat in awkward silence, me on my phone, her still checking her makeup and occasionally shooting me a squinted glance.

As the bus rode down the block, cruising to a stop, I saw where we were. It was two blocks from my house, so I stood up.

"See you in school tomorrow, Geek," Christina coldly, not looking at me.

"You too, Popular," I replied stonily as I made my way down the aisle and off the bus.


It didn't take me long to get home, just a couple twists here and turns there. I finally stopped in front of my house and walked down the path and up the concrete steps. Slinging my backpack off my shoulders and onto the ground, I opened up the front pocket and grabbed my I Heart Chicago keychain with my housekey. I unlocked the dark green door and entered my house.

I walked through the living room and threw my backpack towards the couch, missing by a longshot, and hitting a table with a vase on it. I winced and rushed over to see what damage I had done. Luckily, the glass vase hadn't broke, only water spilled out.

Setting my backpack on the couch, I picked up the vase and wilted flowers and headed to the kitchen to clean up the water. As I set down the glass, picked up a rag, and started towards the living room once again, I spotted a note from my mother.

Beatrice,

I hope you got my text and arrived home. Sorry again for the inconvenience. Caleb will be home around 5 and so will I. There's no telling when Daddy will be, though. Get your homework done and be good! You always are.

Love you,

Mom

I sighed. Another afternoon alone. Throwing down the rag and forgetting about the water spill, I opened the fridge and found some peanut butter and nutella and bread. I then proceeded to making a sandwich for myself. After eating it with no guilt, I grabbed a bottle of grape juice and meandered into the living room where I began my homework.

Ah, what a glamourous life I lead.


Well, I hope that the slightly longer chapter made up for my absence! How was it? Please leave a review if you have the time! A HUGE thanks to my lovely 11 reviewers and the 12 favorites and the 16 follows! I'm really excited for this story, I hope that I can take it somewhere!

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