What’s the first thing you think when you hear the word “geek”? Glasses, braces/retainer, no sense of style, socially awkward, lame? Well you thought right.
Well I’m all of those things. Glasses, retainer, style of a 3rd grader, socially awkward, and lame.
“Happy birthday geek” my face got pushed into the cake.
I now had frosting and pieces of cake on my face and in my tussled light brown hair. Just when I thought my life was turning around some stupid jocks and preppy cheerleaders caked me. But there was one jock that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the entire time, Danny. His ruffled blonde hair with streaks of brown in it and memorizing hazel eyes made it hard just to look away. He made eye contact with me for a few seconds while pity flashed through his eyes, but then his friend broke his gaze away when they high-fived each other. I sighed and got up but right when I was going to walk away, Kristine the head cheer captain stood right in front of me blocking my way.
“Hey loser. What the hell do you think you were doing?” she bitched at me with her hands on her hips. I gave her a puzzled look, because in reality, I didn’t know what she was even talking about. “ Don’t act stupid with me! I saw you looking my boyfriend up and down” she raised up her hand about to slap me but someone cut in, “ Kristine, stop. Just leave the loser alone, she’s not worth our time anyways” her boyfriend Danny grabbed her by her wrists. “But that geek was- “ she was cut off by a kiss. I stared as her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around her waist while tongues intertwined. I watched in envy for a few seconds before I ran away in tears.
When got back home and rushed up to my room and cleaned myself up till I got most of the food out of my hair before my mom got home. My dad had left my mom before i was born. I didn’t need her to see what had happened to me. I looked in my mirror and looked myself up and down, was I really the school loser? I didn’t look that bad did I? I was wearing faded bootcut jeans with a Tinkerbell shirt that I’ve had since 6th grade. I don’t see what’s wrong with me. As I child I was always told that looks didn’t matter and that it’s what inside that counts.
My phone rang and I picked up my bedazzled flip phone, “ hello? “
“ Hey….. I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry about earlier Claire. Please forgive me. Happy 16th birthday too “ a sincere apology from my only friend, Danny. Yes, the same Danny that helped caked me with those jocks and cheerleaders. Surprise? We’ve been friends since elementary. Heck, he was my only friend. But he never talked to me in school and just ignored me. We came up with the agreement that we would never even make contact in school due to Danny not wanting to “ruin his reputation”. He was captain of the football team and hung out with the “in” crowd. But I didn’t care; it was nice to actually have a friend.
“It’s fine… and thanks” I lied. But I guess I’m not that great of a liar, “ Are you sure??? You have no clue how bad I felt about what happened earlier. I tried to convince them not to cake you but they-“
“It’s fine” I cut him off and repeated myself. He really did sound sincere and I could never be mad at him. He was all I had. I wasn’t in the mood to talk so I excused myself to go finish homework a few minutes afterwards.
I sighed and walked over to my desk. I pulled out a piece of paper and took out a pen to write my essay but no thoughts came to my head. I was too busy reminiscing those times Danny and I always hung out when he wasn’t ashamed of me. But how could I blame him? Even I was ashamed of myself. We’d play dress up and I’d be the princess and he’d be my Prince Charming. I always thought he had a crush on me, but I thought wrong was he started dating the head cheerleader. Football caption and cheer captain dating, heh… how practical.
Eventually my mom came home with the same birthday cake she got me each year. It was with Cinderella and Prince Charming in a garden staring at each other with complete love captured into their eyes. If you’re wondering where my dad is then don’t ask me. I don’t even know where he is; apparently he left me before I was even born. While she sang happy birthday I thought hard about my wish. When I finally got it I closed my eyes and blew out the candles. My mother offered to clean up since it was my birthday and I went back upstairs to go finish my homework.
I sat there for a good hour or two thinking about what to write. Our topic was to write about some of the flaws in our society. But I was too distracted with my thoughts and thinking about the birthday wish I made. I wished for my Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet and save me from my horrible life (school). But that’s when I realized something. I’ve waited sixteen years for my Prince Charming but I’ve yet to have a guy that actually likes me. Nobody even ever got to know me… and that’s when I started to rapidly write my thoughts onto my essay paper.
The problem with our society is that people now a days are superficial. We live in a world where we are judged by what we wear, what music we listen to, and who we talk with. People always claim that looks don’t matter and that it’s what inside what counts but people don’t look at your personality first. People judge you automatically by your looks and then try to get to know your personality. But the second they don’t like your looks, they don’t get to know you. That’s how reality really is.
I stopped writing and thought some more. I've been waiting sixteen years and I’m still single. I've never had a guy confess to me or even talk to me besides Danny. Still a virgin, never did anything sexual, never made out, never even kissed, never got to hold a guy’s hand, and never even made lovey dovey googly eyes with a guy like what I always see those boyfriends and girlfriends do together. People always say not to look for love, but wait and love will come to you. But what if I didn't want to wait. I'm tired of no guys ever making a move on me. They never made a move on me because I looked like the school loser. School loser is the worst thing to be. Worst then school nerd, or geek, or bitch, or even slut. The school slut was Megan. Her life sure seemed better than mine. She had experience and she was beautiful. Every guy wanted her and of course, every guy got her. She was always out partying and not seeming to give a damn about what other people though of her, especially the girls. All the guys loved her, the exact opposite of me. So that's when I thought,
What if I became the school slut?
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Screw Prince Charming
Teen FictionClaire goes from school loser to school slut. Claire was the school loser and grew up off of princess movies and stories. She always believed that if she waited long enough then her "Prince Charming" would show up and sweep her off her feet and save...
