Guide To Date A Nerd

Chapter 2

I am not going anywhere , I am done!

For the last two hours, I had been trying on clothes after clothes, but nothing seemed to look good on me. Each outfit might have looked fabulous on a thin girl, but not on me. With a body that didn't conform to standard beauty norms and a questionable sense of fashion, it's no wonder I was surprised when someone asked me out.

With a sigh, I fell onto my bed, thinking how much easier life would be if I were thin. Maybe then, I'd have the confidence to ask out the famous basketbal-

BANG! My door slammed into the wall so hard I wondered if it was still hinged to the door frame.

"Bitchhhhhh!! Did you miss me?!"

This seems like the perfect moment to introduce the most beautiful, stunning, gorgeous mastermind behind all my decisions. The academic weapon who everyone assumed was a myth, totally out of my league (though she would surely kick my butt for saying that).

The one and only-Michelle!

BFFs since the 2nd grade, we know each other's shittiest secrets and are completely comfortable farting around each other. You know, 'Home is where the fart is.' Michelle had moved away five months ago due to her father's transfer, and her absence did effect me.

She practically jumped onto the bed, scooping me into a tight hug from behind. "I said, did you miss me?!"

"I did!!" I replied, feeling a mix of relief and joy at her presence.

"GOOD, it should be this way," she said, snuggling even closer if possible.

After a moment of silence, during which I wondered if she had fallen asleep, she spoke again. "While coming upstairs, Bae's (my mom) told me you're going on a date? I expected you to be ready by now."

"I can't find any clothes that look good on me," I whispered, staring at myself in the mirror, feeling defeated.

"What? Are you joking? Your wardrobe has the best collection ever known to mankind!" she exclaimed, her disbelief evident.

"I said they don't look good on me, duh!" I repeated, frustration creeping back into my voice.

"Move aside and let the expert work her magic," Michelle declared with a proud smirk. She turned to my closet and, after a brief moment of rummaging, pulled out a sweetheart-neck baby blue top, black boot-cut jeans, and white sneakers.

With raise brows my eyes silently questioning her.

"Trust me, you'll look amazing in this," she said, holding the outfit up for my inspection.

I hesitated, but her confident smile and unwavering belief in me were infectious. "Okay, let's do this," I said, taking the clothes from her.

As I changed, Michelle sat on my bed, offering a running commentary and encouragement. "You've got this. You're beautiful just the way you are, and remember you don't need anyone's validation ."

I glanced at myself in the mirror once more, this time seeing a glimmer of the girl Michelle saw. The outfit did look good, and I felt a surge of confidence.

"See? You're stunning!" Michelle exclaimed, beaming with pride.

"Thanks, Mich. I don't know what I'd do without you," I said, pulling her into a hug.

"That's why I am irreplaceable ," she replied, while dramatically flipping her short curly hair.

"Now go knock 'em dead on your date. And remember, you're amazing just the way you are." With Michelle's unwavering support and a newfound sense of confidence, I felt ready to take on the world-or at least, Morgan who had asked me out.

yes this is the girl I love to face lesbian allegation with<3