What happens when the popular girl and the geek swap places?

Brooke Wish strutted into school, causing students to step aside and clear a path through the crowd or be hopelessly ridiculed for the rest of their life. Among those students was Jazzy Smith, standing right in Brooke's path. As she tried to hurry out of the way, she tripped over her shoe lace and landed sprawled on the floor right in front of Brooke. She lowered her head as the rest of the school snickered.

"Ex-cuse me?" Brooke kicked the girl lightly with the toe of her pointy boot. "Move!"

"I-I'm sorry." The girl picked up her things and hurried into the bathroom. Brooke's cheerleader friends caught up to her as the girl disappeared from view.

"That was pure gold," Courtney snickered, holding up her video camera. "I'll send it to Ali right away."

Ali was the director of the school's daily newscast and had the power to get anything to show up on the screen during lunch.

"Yeah, like, who does she think she is?" Brielle added as they walked over to their lockers.

"No one messes with Brooke Wish." Brooke said, trying to shove the pile of red and white pom-poms that came tumbling out of her locker back in. "No one."

~~~

"Yes, and then you would find the second part by...'" Jazzy Smith, certified geek, was trying to focus on what the leader of the girls math club was talking about, but her mind kept drifting back to the incident of the morning. Jazzy sighed and stood.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, 'kay?"

The crew merely nodded and Jazzy hurried off. She ducked into the bathroom and promptly crashed into Brooke Wish, who for once, was alone.

"Whoa! I mean, uh, sorry," Jazzy muttered nervously, closing her eyes.

"Geek," Brooke huffed. Jazzy opened her eyes once she heard the sound of squeaking against the floor, assuming Brooke had left. She gasped at what she saw instead.

"What?" She breathed.

"What?" Brooke snapped back.

"Look!"

Jazzy's shriek must've scared Brooke because she whirled around, staring first at Jazzy, then the mirror. Her eyes widened and she let out the loudest scream Jazzy had ever heard.

"What did you do?" Brooke cried.

"Nothing!" Jazzy shouted back. The girls stared at each other, then each faced the mirror. Jazzy lifted a perfectly manicured hand to her lips but Brooke smacked it down.

"I don't care if this is real or not, but as long as you're in my body, you're not going to bite my nails."

"Sorry," Jazzy muttered. Jazzy looked in the mirror again. She couldn't get used to staring back at a perfect girl with a perfect body instead of her own usual frizzy mess.

"How do I get out of this?" Brooke groaned, reaching into her purse. Then she realized that she was no longer holding her purse, she was holding a thin tote bag.

"Oh. My. Gosh."

"Listen, Brooke." Jazzy fiddled nervously with Brooke's purse strap, causing Brooke to slap her hand again. "Brooke, um, I think we have to take care of this after all our after school activities. Because, um, they're going to notice me missing. And that's going to be bad for my track record."

"Seriously?" Brooke picked at an overgrown cuticle. "Fine. But you have to play sick for cheer. Promise me you won't destroy my life."

"Only if you do the same."

"Promise."

"Promise."

They shook pinkies.

"My car. Five minutes after," Brooke instructed. "It's the shiny black Mercedes."

"Deal."

And with that, they headed off in different directions.

~~~

"Jazzy, what took you so long?" One of the sweats-wearing geeks asked as Brooke nervously stepped into the math club room. "Never mind. Come see what we figured out."

Brooke winced as the girl grabbed her arm.

"Hey, be gentle!" She pulled away. "I can walk by myself, thank you very much."

"Whoa Jazzy, that crash with Brooke must've mixed you two together," another girl joked.

You don't know how accurate you are, Brooke wanted to say, but instead all she said was, "Haha."

~~~

"Brooke, you're late," a voice groaned from behind a row of lockers. Jazzy (as Brooke) hurried over and saw Brooke's closest friends, Courtney and Brielle, sitting on the bench, already in their uniform. Jazzy tried not to sound too excited about the fact that she was talking to them as she spoke, trying to mimic Brooke.

"Sorry girls, I'm not feeling well. I'll be there for moral support."
"Moral support?" The girls looked quizzically at each other.

"I mean, uh, I'll just watch you guys learn the routine."
Brielle snorted.

"Um, Brooke, has your sickness made you lose your mind? You're supposed to be teaching us the routine!"
"Oh." Jazzy/Brooke gulped. "Then, um, I'll wait. In the car. Or in the library. I'm really not feeling good."

Courtney cracked up.

"Nice one. Do you want us to swing by the infirmary on our way out?"

Whoops.

"No, I'll be fine." Jazzy/Brooke turned on her high heel and teetered out before she could cause any more damage.

~~~

"Okay, so how do we fix this?" Brooke, the real Brooke, that is, was propped against her car, glaring at Jazzy.

"You're asking me?" Jazzy asked in disbelief.

"Well, you are the smart geek, right?" Brooke asked hottily. Jazzy rolled her eyes.

"I say live with it. I bet it's like Freaky Friday, it'll just work out."

"Have you even watched Freaky Friday?" Brooke snapped.

"No, why?"

"Figures," Brooke grumbled. "Anyways, my point is, I'm not going to just live like this."

"Well I am. And you can't stop me," Jazzy reminded her, pulling Brooke's car keys out of Brooke's purse and hopping into the driver's seat. "Bye!"

"Don't ruin my reputation!" Brooke shouted after her, but the words never reached Jazzy.

~~~

Jazzy woke up the next day feeling better than she ever had. Not only was Brooke's bed a giant marshmallow, she got to live as Brooke now! Popular, pretty, you name it.

She quickly got dressed and ate breakfast while trying to avoid Brooke's parents before sliding into the smooth leather seat of the Mercedes. She hit the gas and took off.

"Hey Brooke!" Courtney and Brielle yelled.

"Hi!" Jazzy as Brooke smiled and waved, then turned and headed into the school. She loved the way students parted just for her, but she managed to keep her smile hidden. Jazzy/Brooke was almost to Brooke's locker when someone tripped in front of her.

"Hey!" Jazzy/Booke cried. "You almost tripped me!"

Then she winced, realizing how much she sounded like Brooke.

"Sorry," the girl muttered. Then Jazzy/Brooke noticed that the girl on the ground was...her. Jazzy/Brooke bit her lip. If she softened now she would ruin Brooke's reputation, but if she didn't, she would ruin her own. Eventually she settled on giving Brooke a light kick and then walked over her.

~~~

Brooke was beyond mad when she stomped into the bathroom. How could Jazzy just do that to her? She leaned into the mirror and tried to smooth down Jazzy's hair as much as she could.

"Hey."

Brooke turned around and saw Jazzy standing next to her.

"What is wrong with you?" She growled.

"Would you rather have me ruin your precious reputation?" Jazzy snapped back. Brooke's expression softened.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Forgive and forget?"

"Forgiven and forgotten."

Jazzy snickered at this.

"So...you think after we switch back we can become friends?"

"I'll try," Brooke said reluctantly.

"You'll do it," Jazzy insisted.

"Fine, I'll do it. Happy?"

"Yes."

"So how do you plan to switch back?"

Jazzy just shrugged at this. Brooke groaned.

"So I'm trapped in your body forever?"

"Maybe. But do we have a deal?"

Brooke took a deep breath.

"Deal."

The two girls leaned in and hugged, both shocked by what they were doing. They pulled away and gasped.

"Is this really me?" Brooke asked.

"I think so!" Jazzy replied giddily. They hugged again, happy tears welling in their eyes.

"We're back!" Jazzy shouted. Brooke stopped her.

"What happens in this bathroom stays in this bathroom."

"Deal," Jazzy giggled, then hurried out, leaving Brooke to roll her eyes behind her.

Yes, I know the whole cheerleader thing is cliche but why not right? Haha hope you enjoyed <3 Vote if you did!

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