The Perfectly Awkward Side

Fabian has never had a girlfriend. Actually, he's been more on the awkward side of, erm, the manliness scale. He actually quite likes it there. His books, his essay papers, the cute girl that always comes to the library with her friends...

Baylee is considered the hottest item around. She's the perfect image of a hot American teenager. Blonde, dumb, and she has the body. Sadly for all the other boys in school, she's taken by the school's biggest jerk: Andy Wilson. However, maybe their relationship isn't as society thinks it to be. Maybe the things that happen behind the scenes leave Baylee hurt, and questioning.

Find out more if you read!


2. Chapter 2: Baylee

I gripped my books tightly whist walking with Hanna. I couldn't stop thinking about that nerd. I felt bad for him, so what? What had been going through my mind? Especially because tonight was Andy's party. I'd be ridiculed. I mentally slapped myself. Why did I care so much? Why couldn't I just let Andy beat him up?

"Bay?" Hanna's voice shook me from my daze.

"Hmm? What?" I responded, fixing my hair and shifting my books in my arms.

"What's wrong?" Hanna nudged me.

The best part about Hanna was that she saw me for me. Most of my other friends were just around for popularity. I knew that. But Hanna would be there for me even if I decided to give up my reputation. I had moved to the UK from the US just this year. In the US I was the smartest girl in my grade. I went to all of the decathlons and won shelves of trophies. But, I was the geeky one. I never had a boyfriend, I had glasses, and I was a loner. When I moved to the UK, I built a whole new reputation for myself. Something I wished I had had in the US. The only person who knew about my past was Hanna. Yet, she still stuck around, and she didn't tell anyone, ensuring my popularity. However, habits from my past still seemed to pop up on me. For example, when I stopped Andy.

"Nothing." I looked away from her. Another thing about Hanna; she could uncover any secret I had just by looking in my eyes.

"Bay." She stopped and glared at me.

"Hanna." I hissed. People began to stop and look at the two of us, whispering to their friends. "We're in the middle of the hallway!"

Her expression didn't change. She just stood there, and she would continue to stay there, until I told her what was up. I made a noise of frustration and grabbed her wrist. "I'll tell you in class." I muttered, catching her grin of satisfaction as we strolled into Mr. Dugan's science class.

I led Hanna to two desks isolated in the back. I watched Andy walk in and sit in the front. He was a good distance away, he wouldn't be able to hear me from there. Then I waited for the nerd to walk in. I waited until the bell rung, and when he didn't come, I felt a pang of guilt.

"Who're you looking for?" Hanna questioned, moving so she could also get a view of the door.

I leaned in front of her, blocking her doorway from her sight. "No one. Now do you want to hear what's going on or what?" I bit my lip, still reluctant to spill my conflict. But this was Hanna, and Hanna didn't judge me.

"I--erm-- well.." I began, trying to find a decent way to set the scene.

Hanna rolled her eyes. "Is this about Fabian?"

"Who?" I responded, genuinely confused. I'd never met a Fabian.

"The boy from the hallway." Hanna explained. "The one you saved and then sent him back off. He looked like a poor lost puppy." Her accent was thick. I hadn't exactly noticed it until now, but she was purely British.

"His name is Fabian?" I asked, pondering the name 'Fabian' for a moment. "Do you think his nickname is Fabs? That's cute." I thought aloud. I suddenly realized my mistake, and covered my mouth. In an attempt to play it off, I slowly removed my hand and slid it down to smooth out my skirt.

"Did you just call Fabian, Fabian the nerd, cute?" Hanna gaped at me. Her mouth hung open.

"Ssshh!" I hissed at her and pushed her chin up, closing her mouth. "I didn't call him cute, I called his nickname cute."

Hanna smirked. "Same difference."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Is not!"

"Class!" Mr. Dugan announced. "Take out your worksheets that you did for homework!"

Then, trying to act subtle, I reached into my purse and dug out my glasses. Maybe it'd be nice to be able to see the board for once...

I turned to look at Hanna with my glasses on, she smiled as if to say: You're better when you're nerdy, Baylee.

I returned the smile with my own hidden response. I thought so too.

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