A/n this is my new story. Hope you all enjoy! xx
Geek. According to the Oxford dictionary a geek is 'an unfashionable or socially inept person.' According to them a nerd is 'a foolish or contemptible person who lacks social skills or is boringly studious'. And a freak? Well there are a few definitions of freak. But the most applicable one is 'a person who is obsessed with a particular activity or interest'.
Funnily enough though there isn't a word such as 'Freakageek' or 'Nerdatron' or even 'The Freaky Nerd-Geek'. Not that the existence of a word means anything to Chuck Taylor and his posse. Built like a truck and shallower than a kiddie pool, Chuck was your stereotypical meat-head jock. Barely passing his classes, instead of resolving his anger issues at say, anger management classes he much so preferred to inflict it upon poor little us; the higher intellectuals-otherwise known as the geeks or nerds or freaks or...well the socially out casted anyway.
There were three of us in total.
First up there's Jax. Who is well...Jax. There isn't any other way to really describe him. He's mid-height, lanky and wears black rimmed glasses he believes are cool. He's one hell of a smart guy but from his attention to the whole 'high-school is the time of our lives', you just can't see him being that smart. Especially, when all our name's have been rechristened as 'dude' and all the hot, popular girls are known to him as 'sugarbunnies'. Sad but true.
Then there's my other friend Dylan. Dylan's African-American-Spanish-Filipino which apparently, automatically makes him a freak. That and the fact his family is insane! He's got 4 sisters, a crazy-ass mom and a workaholic dad. But make no doubt about it his mom definatly wears the trousers in that house and if she tells you not to do something-hell, you better not do it! They're your typical loud, rambling family.
And lastly is yours truly. At 6 feet I'd say I was average height. Pretty normal as well. I have the all American look going on-much to my despair. The straight bleach blonde hair, the sky blue eyes and the 'cute' face-or so my mom thinks. It doesn't matter what you look like though; not when you're a walking encyclopaedia. That and I have no people skills. It's like an invisible force-field around me that seems to deflect every hot girl, and every normal person.
"Dude! Did you hear? The new girl's a sweet Sugarbunny!" exclaimed Jax. I shut my locker.
"So?" I asked. Hot girls and us do not mix. We're like magnets. Repelling ones. You can try force us together but we'd still oppose her. You could lock us in a tiny cell but we'd still manage to disgust her. Even if we didn't talk to her.
"So? Dude! This is our chance, the girl will have no idea who we are! It'll be great!" he exclaimed.
"Oh please. That girl'll be snatched up like hotcakes!" commented Dylan. I nodded in agreement. Of course she would. If she was hot, as soon as her feet touch the school she'd be snatched up into the jocks/cheerleaders.
"Bummer," dejectedly groaned Jax. I just rolled my eyes.
"You'll get over it Jax," I replied walking off to class.
"Catch you guys later!" I called backwards.
As predicted lunchtime news revolved around the new hottie. Apparently she was also a bad girl-according to Jax-Gossip-Guru-Extraordinaire; she's having to spend detention cleaning up the mess she made in the chemistry lab.
"It was awesome dude! She added the whole tube and the thing just spilled everywhere. Then she went round and did it to all the test tubes!" Jax cooed in wonder.
"Oh yeah she sounds like a real keeper," I sarcastically said, bursting his bubble.
"Nah, I'm tellin' you Tyler, man. She is...pwoh! She gives Georgina a run for her money!" Dylan added. Georgina wasn't the head cheerleader, which kinda breakes the stereotype but she was a stunning, leggy brunette. Honestly, even I admired those long, slender legs. They were something alright. She loved showing it off, in her tiny booty shorts not that any of the male population including me, loved. She was in the cheer squad but contrary to popular belief they did not wear their uniform 5 days a week to school. They only brought it to their cheer practises and actually rallies.
"She's in 3 of my classes, how about you dude?" asked Jax. After having been friends with Jax for 10 years now, it's gotten to a point where we can actually distinguish which person he actually means when crying 'dude'!