"You'll never win, Miss Popular!" I yell. She laughs wickedly.

"I always win."

My heart thumps rapidly in my chest as I watch every single kid from our school surround me till there's no space left to breathe. As I fall into the sweet abyss of darkness, I hear Miss Popular say one last thing to me.

"Game over, GeekGirl."

2 Weeks Earlier.....

Mia's POV

As I rush to class, I push past all the other frantic late kids. Thank god I wear loose, comfortable clothes. Leggings, boots, and sweaters are the way to go. The final bell rings as soon as I step foot in the classroom. I breathe a sigh of relief as I sit down in my seat, relaxing for now. I tense up again as I feel something hit the back of my head. Leaning down, I pick up the object, already knowing what it is. As I unwrap the wad of crumpled notebook paper, I roll my eyes at the words written in big bold letters: LOSER. GEEK. NOBODY. Like I haven't heard those before. I crumple up the wrinkled piece of paper once again and stuff it in my bag to throw away later.

"Mia Love?"

"Present."

I zone out as Mr. Peterson continues taking roll. Everyone is here today, though I heard a new student is supposed to-

My attention snaps to the door as it opens and in walks Jacob Evans, bad boy supreme. Cue eye roll. There's been talk of him transferring schools all week, which has become very annoying.

"Omg! I heard he's MEGA hot!"

"Me too! I heard he's been to jail! I bet he has piercings and tattoos! That is soooooo definitely MEGA hot!"

"I bet he's gonna fall in love with me! I'll turn him good again!"

"No, he's gonna fall in love with ME! I'LL be the one to fix him!"

"No, ME!"

"No, ME!"

"Ugh, we're are NOT friends anymore!"

"Ya, see you NEVER!"

That was the end of their conversation, and their friendship. Though I can say that there was truth to the rumors. He's pretty hot, with piercings and tattoos. Yowza! His messy, jet black hair and perfect cheekbones make him look ruggedly handsome. His flawless skin adds to that, as well as his whole outfit: badass sunglasses, a (well-fitting) plain white t-shirt, and black skinny jeans. He looks like he's from Greece.

"You must be the new kid, transferring from Brookside High," Mr. Peterson says. He looks around his desk for papers, though it's practically impossible. His desk is so messy, it makes my room look squeaky clean. And that is very hard to do. Trust me.

"Aha! Found them!" he exclaims, making me smile softly. He's pretty old, and very forgetful. It's hilarious to watch the process of him trying to find something he's misplaced.

I hear a throat clearing. I turn to see the new guy looking straight at me. I just blink at him, raising an eyebrow. His lips quirk up in surprise. I keep staring. This goes on for another few seconds till he finally looks away, towards Mr. Peterson.

"The name is Jacob Evans."

"Oh, well then Mr. Evans, why don't you sit next to Mia? She'll be your guide through your first school day here," Mr. Peterson tells him. My eyes practically bulge out of my head, though Jerkface seems to find this amusing. He strolls over and sits in the empty desk beside me, smirking like a little-

"So class, today we'll be starting a new project. Now I know you all think history class is boring, but I hope this project will spice things up a little bit. Since, as I said, this is history class, you'll be discovering and recording your partner's history. This assignment may take some time, so I will give you exactly one month to collect all your data and cram it into one gigantic essay. But the good thing about this assignment is that you get to pick your own partner."

Jasmine and I look toward each other, smiling excitedly.

See, Jasmine is my best friend. We met in kindergarten, and that was the start of a hilarious friendship full of many awkward moments. Though, Jasmine is way friendlier than me. I'm just observant. She talks a mile a minute to anyone and everyone while I stand back and watch quietly. Jasmine is very easy to talk to, though, unlike most people. She's kind, patient, smart and beautiful. She reminds me of the actual princess Jasmine from that Disney movie. She even looks like Princess Jasmine with her long, jet black hair she always keeps braided perfectly. I don't know how she has perfect hair every single day. Plus, her outfit is always on "fleek" as all the other teens say: ripped, bleached jeans with a cute tank and a sweater to go with it. Her freckles and baby blue eyes make her the prettiest girl in the entire school, though not many see it as she's sort of a geek like me. Basically, she wears glasses and nobody sees her natural beauty. It's just the way the world works for some reason. But who cares? We have each other to hang out with, and all the other geeks as well, though they aren't exactly as eccentric as us.

"Now, why don't we let Mr. Evans have the first pick?" Mr. Peterson says. The whole class watches as he smirks and looks right at me.

"How about....Blue over there."

I glare at him and adjust my light blue beanie that hides all of my actual hair, which is dyed light purple with bluish-greenish tips. Nobody but Jasmine actually knows that, though. I don't want them to. It would make me recognizable outside of school, which would be a total disaster.

"Perfect! Now, everybody else choose your partners and get to the assignment," Mr. Peterson says. The classroom soon becomes abuzz with chatter. Jerkface winks at me.

"You heard him. Let's get down and dirty."

"Asshole," I mutter under my breath.

"Oh come on Blue, you'll learn to love me," he says, making me snort in disbelief.

"Not likely, and stop calling me Blue!" I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"Trust me, I'll make you fall for me GeekGirl. And you won't even realize it."

"GeekGirl? That's a new one."

"Well you told me to stop calling you Blue," he says, smirking at me.

"You smirk a lot," I tell him.

"Oh, do I?" he asks me, smirking even harder if possible. I roll my eyes at him.

"You roll your eyes a lot."

"Oh, do I?" I ask, rolling my eyes again. He lets out a small chuckle, making my lips quirk up in surprise.

"Ahem, class? You should be done picking partners by now. At this point, you should be gathering info. If you look to the board, you'll see the requirements you need to meet to pass this assignment."

As Mr. Peterson goes on about the project, I take notes robotically. I zone out a lot in class, though I know I'm supposed to be the eager-to-learn GeekGirl. But I am still a teenager, you know.

Later That Day.....

"And this is the lunchroom. See ya!" I say, practically running toward all the food. Oh my lord! They have French Fries today! My babies! Though I suppose I shouldn't eat my babies. Would that qualify as being a bad mother?

I grab my food from the lunch line and go find Jasmine, whose sitting at the same back table we always do. I'm about to sit down when a wall suddenly blocks me. Oh wait, it's Jerkface!

"Move it Mr. Man-Crush-Monday, I need my food," I tell him.

"Man-Crush-Monday? Really? That's the best you can come up with?" he asks me. I roll my eyes and try to pass him, but he blocks me again.

"Is there a problem?" I ask him, annoyed.

"I missed you," he says, pouting. I glare.

"What do you really want?"

He sighs in defeat.

"Girls keep trying to touch certain body parts, and it's getting annoying!"

I burst out laughing hysterically.

"Awwwww! Poor you!" I coo.

He takes off his sunglasses to glare at me, and I immediately stop laughing. His eyes....they're....they're....magenta.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he tells me, smirking.

I grab my phone out of my back pocket and...well...take a picture. He raises an eyebrow, though I just shrug. I mean, come on, his eyes are MAGENTA!

"Now MOVE IT OR LOSE IT GRANDMA!" I tell him, out of patience. I need my FOOD! This is just cruel. He chuckles and moves out of the way. I breathe a sigh of relief as I sit down by Jasmine, whose been silently watching the whole exchange with a faint smile on her face.

"Whatcha smiling at?" I ask her, grabbing some fries and stuffing my face with them.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about something," she says quickly. "Let's just eat fries till we can't move anymore."

I narrow my eyes at her, but decide to let it go for now. I'm not going to turn down fries. That would just be plain stupid.