Chapter Two
The Plan
KIM
I looked around the table to make sure he wasn't talking to anyone else. Then I realized I stupid I was being. He was siting down at the table that only I sat at, he was staring at me, and I was the one who was quote "dying" earlier. "About what?" I asked almost nervous. I mean, I haven't exactly . . . socialized this year. . . .
"Well, I know your new this year and everything -" I frowned. New this year?! I try not to get this I'm-a-loser thing get to me, but it seems like lately, it was all hitting me at once like I was in a dodge ball game.
"I'm not new. . . ." I say quietly.
"Oh - then I guess we haven't had any classes together until this year," he said with a smile. I bit my lip and looked down, taking interest in the table. I wonder if the have any Cheetos in the vending machine . . . Do I have enough money? I'm ready to check my bag for money when I decide that I just don't care anymore. People can think what they wanna think of me. So I shrug.
"I've had at least one class with you since kindergarden.," he pursed his lips and looked away from me. He must feel like a total jerk now. I didn't really care though - I understood I wasn't very known at Seaford High to anyone. Not even the nerd couple, Milton & Julie. I really am a nobody at school.
"So nows probably no the best time to ask what your name is. . . .." he asks running his fingers through his hair. Probably not, genius. . . .
I laugh "It's Kim, Kim Crawford." I say simply, not making eye contact. I tried my best to show no emotion on my face, it seemed to be working, since Jack kept staring at me trying to figure out what I was I thinking. He finally gave up and turned away.
"Well, I'm Jack, Jack Brewer," I nod. I really what to say "No, really?" because everyone knows who Jack is. He's the most popular guy in school! I should know him better then anyone though, like I told him, I had been in his class since kindergarden. I had known him longer than anyone, yet we had never spoken a word to each other until now.
"Yeah, I know. . . ." I respond simply. There's an awkward silence for about five minutes of me just eating my sandwich and staring at him.
"So . . . . . . what'd you wanna talk about?" he looked up at me confused.
"Huh?"
"You said we needed to talk. About what?"
"Oh, right. Um, lunch is almost over, so could you just meet me outside the back of the gym after school?" he asked. What is this? A top secret mission?
"Sure . . . ?" I say, but it comes out as more of a question. With that he left, not even saying goodbye. The bell rang seconds later, signaling lunch was over. I sigh, I didn't even get to finish my sandwich. . . .
The last bell of the day rang and my curiosity was tearing me piece by piece. Although, at the same time I didn't want to go. What if he and Lindsay just "broke-up" so they could further embarrass me? What if Jack is using me? WHAT IF THE WHOLE WORLD WILL EXPLODE IF I GO?! It's decided. I'm not going. I got my stuff and started walking to my house. I made a dead stop realizing that I had to pass the back of the gym in order to get to my house.
I peaked my head to see if Jack was there. Just my luck, he's already there. He was impatiently looking at the time every five seconds as if it magically become an hour later. I look around to see if there's a way to get past without him seeing me.
There was a dumpster that I could crawl behind then I could jump behind the other dumpster (that was about five feet away from the other one) before he sees me. . . . Alright Kim, time to go into ninja mode. . . . I quickly crawled behind the first one then ran as quickly as I could to the next one. I sat behind it waiting to see if he had noticed me.
Five seconds . . . ten seconds . . . Okay, I don't think he saw -
"Kim, I can see your shoes. . . " I looked over at my shoes that were peeking out in the open space. Oh so now my own shoes have turned on me? I take a deep breath and walk out. "What were you doing?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Being a ninja. . . ." he gave me a are-you-serious look, but I ignored it.
"Right . . . anyway let's make this quick. I gotta get home. My parents are out of town this week so - "
"Your gonna throw a party at your mansion?" he looked bugged by my statement, but it was true. His dad was a famous movie director and his mom was a famous fashion designer "Don't give that look! You know it's true!" I say annoyed.
"Look can we just get to the point?"
"Amuse me." I say leaning against the dumpster.
"Your kind of like an annoying little know-it-all. . . ." my jaw dropped, and I'll admit, I was a little hurt. An annoying little know-it-all? What's that supposed to mean? I'll admit, I usually know the answers to questions in class, and I can get a teeny bit annoying . . . but what he said was an exaggeration!
"Okay, I get it! I have no friends! You don't have to rub it in my face! Just get to your point before I kick you all the way to China. . . ." he put his hands up in defense and started laughing. He quickly stopped when he saw me sending daggers at him though.
"Okay, okay! I get it! I'm kind of a jerk!"
"Kind of? Don't you think that's kind of an understatement?" he decided to ignore that and just keep talking.
"Anyway . . . as you know Lindsay Cross and I broke up because she cheated on me with Brett . . ." I cringed at her name, oh how I wanted to rip her head off and burn it to a crisp. . . . "See when someone does something like this, I need my vengeance."
"Still not seeing how this involves me. . . ." he smirked.
"I need your help to take down her place as Queen Bee!"
"Okay . . . how is that supposed to make her jealous?" I ask, apparently that was a pretty oblivious thing to say. I mean who cares? Sure, popularity is great, but its not life her life depends on it!
"Your a genius, and you can't figure that out? Lindsay lives on popularity! Plus, right before the girl takes her place, I'll start 'dating' her," and by dating he meant fake dating. . . .
"Alright, I'll help you. I probably won't be much use though. . . ."
"What do you mean? Your the key to this plan!"
"If you say so. Now who's the lucky girl that's taking over as Queen Bee?" I asked sighing. What have I just gotten myself into? I lazily take I sip of water and wait for a response. He stayed silent for a minute just smirking at me. Finally he simply said, "You." My eyes went wide and I started choking on the water I had been drinking. Me?!
After I finished my coughing attack, I stared at Jack in disbelief "Are you metal?" I ask still in shock "Me? Popular? Yeah right!"
"Your missing the beauty of the plan, Kiwi!" I glared at his new found nickname for me, but he didn't seem to notice "You and Lindsay hate each other and your the most unpopular girl in school! If this happens, it will make her head explode!" He said a little to happily.
"Yeah, to bad it's never going to happen." I mutter as I look down at my shoelaces.
"Think about it Kiwi, you could be the most popular girl in school. Everyone would be your friend! And you would get the chance to fake-date me! What girl wouldn't want that?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Well the first to things sound very tempting. . . . and the third, well, it makes me wanna hurl just thinking about it. . . ." he frowned.
"Every other girl would die for this opportunity! Or to get some alone time with me. Why don't you?" he said disappointed that he finally found someone that didn't enjoy his company.
"Because I'm the only girl who's not blinded by your jerkiness and extremely oversized ego? But that's just a guess!" I said the last part sarcastically.
"Your not like the other girls. . . ."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I meant a special kind of different," I smile. Who knows? Maybe it will work. I smile even wider.
"When do we start?" I ask finally meeting his eyes.
"Sit at my table tomorrow. I'll give you the details. . . ." I laugh, he totally just played me! Gosh, I'm such an idiot! Like Jack Brewer would ever compliment me out of kindness! Ha! That's a good one, Kim. . . .
"You totally played me. . . ." I mutter.
"Just sit at my lunch table tomorrow, will you?" My eyes get wide. His table? The popular table?
"You mean . . . ?"
` "First step to being popular, is to not have a fangirl attack when someone invites you to sit with them . . . and yes, I mean the popular table" I roll my eyes.
"I wasn't freaking out. I'm just surprised I'm being forced to become one of those people" I say disgusted. I mean yes, being popular would be amazing, but every popular person I've ever met has been a total jerk face . . . . I didn't want to become one of them.
"You say it like being popular is a bad thing!"
"It is!" I snap. "But I can't back out now, so I'll see you then I guess I'll see you tomorrow. . . ." I say awkwardly as I start walking away towards my house.
"Hey Kim!" Jack shouted last minute. I turn around and meet his gaze.
"Yeah?"
"I meant what I said earlier. You truly are a special girl." He said giving me a sincere smile. I chuckled.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Brewer. . . ." and with that I left, slowly walking home thinking about how much my life had changed it one day. I started out as the biggest loser in the entire school, and now I'm going to be the next Queen Bee. Jack Brewer talked to me, even if he was kind of a jerk with an ego the size of the Empire State Building. Tomorrow, I'll be sitting at the popular table, with Jerry Martinez, Carson Hunter, and Brody Carlson. . . . I bit my lip, and let out a girlish giggle. Yeah, I know, earlier I said I wasn't excited, but it's the popular table!
I continued walking towards my house. I could see it down the street, so I grabbed my key right away. I hated fumbling with my keys at the door. I reached my house and saw my dads car was there. I suddenly ran up to the door and quickly opened it. "Hey honey!" my mom called from the kitchen.
"Hey, where's dad?" I asked in a somewhat rushed tone, my mom frowned.
"Working. . . ." she said sighing. I frown. He's always working, I think to myself. I mean we hadn't celebrated New Years together in eight years. I remember how much more fun things used to be when he wasn't working so much. . . . I couldn't think about in anymore so I quickly changed the subject. "What's for dinner?" I ask smiling as big as I could.
"Oh, um, homemade pizza" she says, the sudden change of subject seemed to catch her off guard.
"Is dad eating with us?"
"I don't know honey, he's pretty busy. . . ." I sigh.
"I'm gonna go ask him." I rush to get up before my mom can protest. I run up to my dads office. The door was open, so I just walked in. "Dinners almost ready. Should I prepare the table for for four or three as usual?" I ask slightly hopeful.
"Kim, I'm so sorry -"
"Save it." I say angrily as I walk back down stairs. I grab my bag so I can start some homework. I look at the three page study guide for History, the exam I had to study for in science, my fifty question math homework, and my minimum of four paged essay for English. I swear the teachers all plan to give out a mass amount of homework on the same day. I sigh and start the essay on the kitchen table.
"What'd he say?" my mom asked hopeful.
"What do you think?" she frowns.
"Alright. Go tell Mike dinners ready, you can work on that essay tomorrow. . . ." I shove my essay in my backpack and take it upstairs to my bedroom.
"MIKE!" I shout from my room "Dinners ready! Get your lazy butt downstairs!' I scream as I shut my door and make my way down stairs. I sit back down at the table with my mom.
"So, how was school?"
This was going to be a long night. . . .
A/N: Eh, definitely not my best . . . I tried to make this chapter longer than it was before, but it was really hard since this was like part two of the introduction (and it was written last year as well), but I promise chapters will get longer! And the story will get better, this is just the beginning, and I'm awful at writing intros, so bare with me!
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