Loser Like Me

Don't worry, this isn't going to be one of those stupid clichés where The nerd(me)
gets a whole new make over and everyone loves me, no. This is just a story about how a dumb nerd(me), didn't get the hint that the school bad boy wanted to go out with me.

My name is Milly Olivia Palmer, otherwise known as MOP to the whole student body, and this is the story about how the bad boy liked the loser, not vise versa. Here's my not-so-cliché love story.


2. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Ugh, why do so many people stare at me all the time? #annoying. I think to myself, as I walk down the halls of Bridge Lake High. My books were firmly sealed to my chest by my hands, on the occasional movement of them to push my glasses up. There's always those people who get stared at because they're pretty, popular, rich or even all of the above. Me? I get stared at because I'm the complete opposite. 

My dark hair was always in a rats nest, and I was always unable to get the knots out, no matter how many hours I spent trying. My glasses were giant, the only way I would be able to see. I tried to get smaller, more efficient ones, but the eye doctor insisted on me getting these. It's almost as if he wanted to ruin my life. My pale skin was a contrast to my dark hair and dark glasses. I used to like my hair, until I realized that its not normal for white girls to be born with black hair and pale skin. All the Populars had blonde hair and greenish eyes. The only thing that I liked about my face was my eyes. I had these really bright blue eyes. 

My clothes? Well I wouldn't say I dressed like a bum, but I also wouldn't say I dressed like a Popular. I just wore my usual jeans, graphic tee shirts, and my signature purple converse. Well I believed them to be my signature.

I walk down the hall and everyone just turns, stares, then starts sniggering to their friends. I never understood what everyone had against me. I look down to my neatly tied shoes, my calculator peeking out of my pocket, the I saw it. I gasped, tucking my other pocket in, which was sticking out.

There we go, I think as I turn to my blue locker.

I open it, immediately regretting it. Green paint shoots right into my face. Everyone around laughs, as I just stand there like a fool. I wipe off my glasses so I can see clearly. Everything in my locker was covered in green paint. My OCD went wild, making me begin to twitch, grabbing my sleeve and wiping everything off. It wasn't quite working, my sleeve was just a bit too short. Without thinking, I take off my shirt, wiping everything down. Once I was finished, I look happily at my locker. Then I realize the entire hall was silent.


I look down at my chest, now only covered a bra. All the guys were staring in awe, as all the girls were staring in disgust. I slowly pull my shirt back over my head. 

"Yeah, um. You're welcome, you know," I clear my throat. "For the, ahem, show and stuff so I'm gonna," I point to a direction before quickly following my finger and sprinting away from everyone.

I finally find refuge in a near by bathroom before I continue cleaning my face. Once I was all clean, I grab my extra shirt I kept hidden in the bathroom, just in case this ever happened. Not the stripping part, that I never would've expected, just the paint. I put it over my head before nodding at myself in the mirror and heading towards the exit. I walk out of the bathroom, only to hit... Someone with the door. 

"Oh my goodness gracious!" I squeal, running around to the other side of the door, only to see a boy there, holding his head. He had on a leather jacket, which I found really sexy but you know, I think everyone does. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know you would be there! Wow I hit you pretty hard how are you not knocked out? Oh my. I could've killed you! What if I did kill you? Then I'd get arrested for manslaughter! Oh God I would not do good in prison, I feel like everyone would hate me. But wait, everyone hates me here so I guess this is sort of like prison. But I guess-" my rambling was cut off by a hand clamping over my mouth. 

"Do you ever shut up?" He asks. I open my mouth to answer. "Never mind don't answer that." He interrupts, shaking his head. He stands up, looking down at me in my sitting position. He puts out his hand to help me up.

"You know you shouldn't be the one helping me up, I should be helping you up. I was the one that hit you with the door. Oh, no, now you probably hate me 'cause I hit you with the door. Oh, wait. Everyone already hates me anyway. I feel like I already said that. Oh well. But now you probably hate me even more now. Oh, God don't tell Tiffany! It will just give her even more of a reason to beat me-" his hand clamps over my mouth again. He was in a crouching position in front of me. I push his hand off "That's gross. You realize your hands are one of the dirtiest places on your body, meaning it has germs, and germs spread sicknesses. I do not want to get sick!" I exclaim. He just smirks.

He stands up, offering his hand again. "

Well then," he says, letting out a huff of exhaustion. "I think I've had enough rambling for today. So you're going to speak one sentence at a time, okay? Nod for yes do nothing for no." He says, slowly, almost as if I wouldn't be able to comprehend what he was saying. I nod.

"Jai." He says, smirking and holding out his hand. I eye it, still keeping in mind it had touched my mouth, and I couldn't help but wonder what else it had touched. I take it anyway.


"You're that girl that everyone's always talking about," he places his pointer finger to his chin, in a thinking position. "I know you! You're that girl who took off her shirt today! Yeah, I saw that." He says.

I look at my purple converse, ears burning with embarrassment. "Yeah, that was me."

"Shouldn't you be in class?" He asks, eyeing me up, keeping his eyes extra long on the calculator in my pocket. My mind begins to panic. 

I was supposed to be in class 20 minutes ago! I play it cool though.. I think. "Um, no, uh, no I'm cutting because I'm bad," I pause, not wanting to cuss. "Butt." I groan at what I said. "I guess I could ask you the same question." I counter.

"Touché," he raises an eyebrow and smirks. "If you're cutting then you wouldn't mind cutting with me?" 

I start to pick at my nails. "Um, no thanks," my eyes widen. "I didn't mean I didn't want to hang out with you I just mean that I don't want to. No! That's not what I meant! I mean I would, but I can't.. Because so have another negligent bad boy to skip class with so.. Toodaloo!" I say before running away to my next class.

I burst into the room, running to my seat. All eyes were on me. Frankly, though, I didn't care. I pull out my binder, praying the teacher didn't see me. 

"Mrs. Palmer?" Dang it I jinxed myself. I look up at the teachers eyes and see a pink slip in his hand. My eyes widen. "Detention room, 4:00."

This was the first time I had ever gotten a detention. I stand up, grabbing the slip and sitting back down. I slam my head against my binder. Everyone glances at me like I'm a freak. 

Somehow, I make it to lunch without attracting much more attention. I grab my food and sit at my table in the corner like I always do, alone. I eat my lunch in peace, before Tiffany had to ruin it.

She stands on her chair and clears her throat. "Excuse me," no one stops talking. "Excuse me!" A hush goes over the cafeteria. "I just wanted to say that we have a new school slut! Milly Palmer, everyone!" She starts fake clapping but no one joins. There are hundreds of eyes on me.

Don't make an even bigger fool of yourself, don't make an even bigger fool of yourself.. Then I did it. I made an even bigger fool of myself. 

I waved.

Everyone started snickering to their tables. My cheeks burn, my hand stops moving, and I stand up.

All eyes are back on me. "Welp, bye everyone. What a pleasant lunch." I say before walking out of the cafeteria. I let out a sigh of relief. 

I walk out of the school, sitting by the old statue of the founder of the school. I was about to go deep into thought, before the end of lunch bell sounded.

"Well, glad I had a long time to myself." I say sarcastically. 

The rest of the day was just a big anxiety build up 'til detention.

I look at the slip and see it says room 214. Once I find the room, I walk in to see the teacher asleep at his desk and four kids in there. All boys.

My eyes scan over them, before seeing Jai. He has his hands behind his head with his feet propped up on the desk. He's also smirking. At me.

I make my way to the front row, as far away from Jai as possible.

"What's a chick doing in here, Parker?" A guy asks. 

"She was late to class. Weren't you, sweetheart?" Jai asks.

I turn my head to face the eight eyes on me. "Um, yeah. Aren't we not supposed to be talking in detention? I mean what if the teacher wakes up? Then would we get another detention or just stay longer. My mom is going to freak if I'm not home by 5. So I can't stay longer. So you guys need to stop talking so much before it gets me in even more trouble. This is my first detention and I don't want to have to do it again, so stop talking. You talk way too much. Shhhh!" I let out a breath after my rambling. 

They're all smirking at me. 

"I'm Lance Wimber." Says the one that has spoken earlier. 

"Robby Tesmin." Says another.

"Danny Roven." The one sitting on the very end says.

"You know who I am." Jai says. I take my eyes from the other boys and put them on him. I raise an eyebrow.

"I hit you with a door," I start.

He holds up his hand. He leans in closer, not that he could get very close, being two rows away, but it felt like he was right in front of me. "That's only the beginning," he whispers.

"Of me hitting you with doors? That would not be pleasant." I state. The boys laugh. 

"What was that whole thing about you being the school slut?" The one with dark black hair, I think his name was Danny, asks.

"Tiffany hates me for unknown reasons and she splattered me with green paint from my locker and my OCD started going crazy and I almost had an anxiety attack from everything being so messy so I took off my shirt and wiped everything down." I say with a straight face. They all bust out laughing. My ears burn and I turn around in my seat.

The rest of detention was pretty boring to say the least. The boys kind of got tired of talking to me, like everyone does, but they lasted longer than I expected. 

When the dismissal bell rang, I made a beeline for the exit. I push out the doors, searching for my car, only to remember I had walked to school this morning.

"Darn nabit!" I scream. I hear the growl of an engine as I'm walking down the sidewalk. Just as I was about to wonder if this could get any worse, it starts pouring down rain.

"Need a ride?" Someone asks. I look to see Jai driving along side me. 

"Sure." I decide before slipping in. 

"Address?" He asks, eyes glued to the road.

"145 Hoover lane."

"Hey, that's right next to mine!" He says, smiling.

"Really?" I ask, surprised by the coincidence.

"No. I live on the other side of town." He smirks. I slap him on the arm. "Hey don't hit the driver! I could crash."

The rest of the ride was silent. I can't tell you if it was an awkward silence or not, because frankly, to me they're one and the same. He drops me off at my house before driving in the opposite direction. 

Right as I sit down on the couch, waiting for my mom to get home from work at 8, I lied about her being worried about if I wasn't home by 5, I hear a knock at the door. I groan, standing back up and heading towards the door. 

"Hello-okay then." I say as a girl my age pushes past me and into my house. "Who are you and why are you in my house?"

She turns and smiles. "I like you're house. It's nice. A little messy though. I just moved in next door and I need sugar to bake nothing. It's just an excuse to come say hello. I'm Chloe." She says. "Oh I'm sorry about my bluntness I have a disorder to tell the truth, or that's what my parents tell me."

I look at her with wide eyes. "Um, hi. I'm Milly." I respond, eyeing her up. She was about 3 inches taller than me with long blonde hair and blue eyes. 

"That's an interesting name. Kind of weird but cool. Your hair is cool, did you dye it?"

"Um, no," this girl was beyond weird. "Are you going to Bridge Lake?"

"The school? No. I'm home schooled. I've never had real friends before." She says frowning a bit.

"Oh," I start but am cut off.

"Hey!" She screams and I jump. "Why don't we be friends? Okay? Okay! See you later Milly!" She says before heading fast towards the door.

"I, um, uh, bye, I guess." I manage. 

I wonder if that's how people feel about my rambling? Oh God I have to re-evaluate my life.






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