Nerd Girl

Emiline Martin. She is smart, quiet and the biggest of all nerds. When she starts her own story about her own life and what she had always dreamed would have happened and it gets published she has a lot of readers, even from her bad boy crush. When he falls behind on his grades she will have to be there to tutor him. In the end will he finally discover that her story is actually about him? Or will she have to spell it out for him?

His name is Dylan, I really like him. The way he talks, the way he walks and the way he just is. But it would never work. He is popular. That's just how the world works I guess. Strong parents choose a strong mate so their offspring will have a better chance at survival. It just goes that way. I can't change it, only the world can. But don't get your hopes up. Hope breeds eternal misery.

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4. Don't know what to think

Hey guys. I am gonna stop writing the chapters she writes. All of the things that happen to her is what she writes in her book. I will tell you when that all stops.

*Emiline's POV*

I was so happy last night that I decided to write three more chapters to the book. I don't know what it is lately, but I am just on a role with my writing.

Now that it's Saturday and I have nothing left to do so I start a new chapter.

Halfway through a sentence I hear my phone going off, but I don't know where it is. I get up and search around for it, finally finding it in a pile of dirty clothes at the foot of my bed. I answer it to hear his voice.

"Umm. Hey." He says.

"Hey."

"Sorry if I'm bugging you..."

I cut him off. "You're not."

He chuckles. "Well, I was wondering when you wanted to have another tutoring session."

I stop playing with my pony tail. "Umm, I don't really know. How about tonight at..." I think. "6:30." I question.

"I would but I have football practice tonight at 6:30."

"Oh."

"But I can come over after." He adds.

"Uhh, yeah sure. Sounds good."

"Cool."

"Alright bye."

"Bye."

I jump up off of my bed and start to clean my mess of a room. I only have a few hours until he gets here and I don't want my room to look like a pig sty.

***

I pretty much did nothing all day except for my usual morning run and wrote some more of my book.

I had nothing better to do than clean the rest of the house so that's what I did.

When I was done I walked down stairs and watched 'Big Bang Theory'. I heard the doorbell go off and I realized it was dark outside already. I looked at my watch quickly and it was now 9:30. I quickly hopped up off of the couch and answered the door.

There stood Dylan in his football jacket with his black backpack strung over his shoulder.

"Hey. Come on in." I moved out of the way of the door and he entered.

"Sorry it's so late, coach had us stay a half an hour late."

"That's fine."

He walked into the silent house.

"Where are your parents." He asks.

"Don't worry. They're on another business trip."

He nods. "Your dad kind of scares me." He smiles.

"Yeah. He has that effect on people." I break out into a big grin.

He chuckles. "So...um...let's get started." We walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

I took out my book and opened it up.

"Okay, why don't we start on page...93." I say. He digs through his bag on the other side of the couch and turns to me.

"I must have forgotten it at school." He says smiling.

"Uhh, well. We can just share mine." I scoot closer to him, butterflies appearing in my stomach.

"So just do problems 1-22 and I will be right back." I ran into the kitchen and mentally screamed at myself. I walked back into the living room with two glasses of water. "Here." I say setting the glass on the coffee table in front of him.

"Thanks." I nod.

***

"Finished." He says handing me his paper.

I started marking off the wrong ones. "Good job, only four wrong." I say smiling.

"Okay now I'll show you the other way you can do this kind of problem." He nods and I begin to show him.

***

"Here's the quiz that Mrs.Idle wants you to take. It's pretty easy." I smile.

"Can I use your restroom?" He asks.

I nod. "Right up the stairs, first door on the left."

"Thanks."

When he leaves the couch his backpack falls over and some of his books move out of the top a little. I look and then one of them catches my eye. His math book. Now I don't know what to think.

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