This one-shot was requested by Identy Unknown! It is based off of the phrase 'Cocky Boys Love Nerdy Girls'! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin & Ally

Cocky Boys Love Nerdy Girls

I walk through the halls of my school, casually winking at the girls, and high-fiving the guys. You see, I pretty much run this place. Everybody loves me, especially the girls. They practically fall at my feet whenever I walk by them. If I asked, they would do anything for me. I would say I am the most popular out of everyone in this school.

Of course, it does get pretty boring after a while. The girls are all the same; wanting attention from me. The guys are all trying to be my friend so they can become as popular as me, and they don't think I know that I am basically being used.

I walk into class, making each girl swoon as I walk past them. I smirk to myself. It is way too easy to get some of these girls to love me. I look around, practically all of the seats are taken. The only seats left are next to Cassidy, yet another obsessive 'fan', and Danny, the school's number one Band member. Of course I choose the seat next to Danny. I'm not really in the mood to be drooled over.

I sit next to him, dropping my bag underneath the desk lazily. Danny stares over at me, confused. I just decide to ignore him, not really wanting to get into any kind of conversation with this guy.

As the teacher starts talking, I can feel myself slowly falling asleep. I keep having to bite my tongue or kick myself to keep me awake.

"Sorry I'm late!" I hear a girl exclaim from the door of the classroom. I look up, and see a brown-haired girl standing there panting, holding a few books in her hands. All of the books she is holding are incredibly thick. Nerd. I just roll my eyes, and begin to doodle on my notebook once again.

"It's okay, Ally. Since it is your first time being late, I will let you off with a warning. Just sit down please," I hear the teacher reply, softly. What?! That isn't fair! I always get told off for stuff I don't even do! I feel like standing up and arguing with the teacher about favouritism, but I don't want it to end in me getting detention, again. So I just sit there, in angry silence.

"Hey, could I borrow a pencil?" Danny whispers to me.

"I don't even have one of my own," I state, in a whisper of course.

"What's the problem boys?" the teacher asks, loudly.

"Uh... We don't have anything to write with," I tell her, casually leaning back on my chair.

"Here are some pens, give them back at the end of the lesson," she instructs, handing us two ball-point pens. I nod in thanks, while Danny quietly says a 'thank you'.

She puts some questions on the board for us to copy down and complete. Great. I look at the first question, utterly bewildered. Isn't question one meant to be the easiest?

The girl in front of me, who I have learnt is called Ally, is scribbling away on her sheet of paper, making me feel completely dumb. I tap her on her shoulder, causing her to turn around.

"Yes?" she questions, raising her eyebrows at me.

"I was hoping you could help me out with these questions..." I tell her.

"And why would I do that?" she asks me.

"Because..." I pause and get closer to her. "If you help me now, I know a few ways that I could repay you..." I whisper, suggestively.

"Really?" She smirks, leaning closer.

"Yeah," I answer, barely in a whisper.

"You make me sick." And with that, she turns back to her paper abruptly, leaving me stunned.

No girl has ever been that way towards me before. I mean, most, if not all of them, tend to be all over me! But her... she's different. Ugh. I put my head on the desk, but then I get an idea. I begin to smirk, as my mind is whirling with thoughts. Maybe I have just found myself a new challenge.

She is nerdy, I am not. Perfect. Nerdy girls just need a light push in the right direction, and then they are putty in your hands. I have dealt with them before, and once they get to know me, they can't seem to stay away from me. It can get pretty annoying from time to time, but hey, what can you do?

Nerdy girls are always fun for people like me. They are somewhat of a challenge, because they don't think they are good enough for someone like me; popular. In other words, cocky boys love nerdy girls. Okay, maybe 'cocky' isn't the right word to describe me. I'm not cocky, I'm truthful.

"Hey, Ally," I call down the hallways, causing her to turn around.

"What do you want?" she asks, quite rudely might I add.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted to go on a date with me." I shrug, not bothering to beat around the bush.

She stands there for a second, not moving. But the thing she does next puzzles me. She starts to laugh.

"What?" I ask her, confused.

"This is a joke right? Where are the hidden cameras?" she questions, looking around.

"This isn't a joke," I state, flatly.

"Yeah, course it's not," she replies, sarcastically.

"It's not." I pause. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Because you are a jock, which means you're most likely a jerk. Look, I'm sure you're perfectly nice in some... aspects, but you're just not my cup of tea!"

"What? Why?" I ask her, slightly offended.

"You're just... cocky." She shrugs, walking to her locker. I follow behind, wanting answers. Cocky?! I am not cocky!

"I am nowhere near cocky!"

She scoffs. "You believe that every girl will just fall at your feet, and that everyone loves you. Reality check, not everyone revolves their lives around you!"

"You don't even know me!" I state, defensively.

"No, you don't know me! I have seen you around, you just haven't noticed me because you're always too busy on your high horse. You're arrogant, egotistical, pompous, and let's not forget, cocky." And with that, she slams her locker door shut, and stomps off to her next class, leaving me stunned. No one has ever talked to me like that before! You know what they always say though, it is always the quiet ones.

Lunch comes around, and Ally's harsh words are still ringing in my ears.

Arrogant.

Egotistical.

Pompous - What does that even mean?! But then again, she is a nerd, of course she would know what that means.

And the worst of them all...

Cocky.

I have seen cocky guys who go around thinking they are everything. I vowed to myself to never turn out like that. And I'm not like that! If I was, no one would even like me.

I look around the cafeteria, and see my usual table full of the jocks and cheerleaders, or as I call them, my friends. I am getting pretty sick of them, to be honest. Especially some of the cheerleaders. They're far too clingy for my liking. I think I am much better going solo. No friends, just me. Yeah, that sounds good.

Before they notice me staring at them, I quickly speed-walk over to a random table, grabbing a random person's book to cover my face. Once the coast is clear, I give the person their book back, before finding another place to sit.

I swiftly look over the whole cafeteria, until I spot her. She looks peaceful there on her own. Time to annoy her a bit. Perfect payback for earlier. No one speaks to me like that and gets away with it.

"Hey, Ally," I call in mock niceness.

She looks up from her lunch, but looks down again with a look of disgust once she sees me. I sit down next to her, purposely making the space between us limited.

"That seat is taken," she tells me, not bothering to even look at me.

"By who?"

"My friend, Trish."

"Where is she?"

"She got detention."

"Ah. She won't be out before lunch ends, trust me."

"I bet you know a lot about that don't you?" she asks, finally looking up at me.

"Yeah, I do actually," I answer, stunning her a bit with my confession. "Look, why do you hate me so much?" I sigh.

"I don't hate you per say-" I cut her off.

"Then what is it?" I ask, a little irritably.

"It's just... I've seen you mess with people's feelings, and from experience from past relationships, it hurts. Not that someone like you would care."

"Who would ever want to hurt you?"

She looks at me shocked, before she begins to blush. "W-what do you mean by that?" she questions, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Well, you're so innocent. You look like you wouldn't hurt a fly. I mean, you almost look... fragile. I would never be able to break your heart, even if I tried. It would hurt me too much."

"What is your game here?"

"No game. I just want to get to know you. Okay, I admit, it did start out as a bit of a game for me, but your words earlier... they made me realise, maybe I have had my head in the clouds for a little too long."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And besides, cocky boys love nerdy girls."