The Nerd.. No Longer A Nerd?

Chapter 1

Hey! Thanks for clicking on my story! & reading up to the First chapter! (: This chapter is short and pretty much just a recap of everything, but just in Rebeca's P.O.V. 

I'll be uploading chapter two soon. I know it's bad, but apparently it's not that bad because people have actually been commenting and voting on it. so tell me what you think! (:

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Rebeca's P.O.V

"Rebeca."

I hear my name and hot breath tickles my ear. I open one of my eyes to see my brother, Aaron. His blonde hair going every which way as he grinned down at me. 

"What?"

"Time for school!"

I smile. Today is the first day of school and my first day back at my old high school. In nineth grade my mom and dad died in a car accident, so me and brother had to move in with our Aunt Stacey in California.

We lived there for three years until my brother was old enough to move out and become my gaurdian. We moved back into my parents old house, which we had inherireted from our parents and most of their money. 

"Get up and get dressed, I'll drop you off on my way to work, okay?" He asked.

I nodded and closed both my eyes again. I was tired I could sleep for days, but I was so excited I couldn't keep my eyes closed for long.

I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. I could hear my brother in the other room throwing around things in his closet as I made my way to mine. 

I picked out a half cut shirt, skinny jeans, a white tank-top, and my combat boots. I got dressed then went to go brush my teeth.

After I was done I ran a brush through my naturally staright blonde hair and ran a thin line of eye-liner across the bottom of my eye.

I grabbed my bookbag and headed downstairs where my brother was burning something. 

"Hey, wacha doin'?" I ask. 

"Burning breakfast, how about you?" He says chuckling. 

"About to put a poptart in the toaster, you want one?" I ask. 

He smiles and nods. I put two strawberry poptarts in the toaster and wait for them to pop up. Once they do I hand one to my brother and he eats it.

I grab mine and we head out toward his truck. I eat my poptart as he drives me to school. 

"Hey," He starts, "are you okay, you know, about everything?" He asks. I know what he means. 

"Yeah, I guess, I mean I bet half of them won't even remember me." I smile. 

I love the thought of being a new person. A person that they can't make fun of, a person that they don't know. 

"Well, if you want me to come pick you up early or anything just call me, okay?" He says.

I roll my eyes, "Aaron, you can't just leave work when ever you want, especially on the first day." 

"Well, if you need me, still, call me, okay?" He says as he pulls up to the school. 

I nod. I grin as I get out of the car and close the door behind me. I hear him roll down the window and then say, "Bye." 

I wave to him, not turning around. I open the front door to the school and then I hear a loud noise go off and realize I'm late for class.

I grab my schedule out of the front pocket of my jeans and then head toward room, A117, Homeroom. 

***

First, second, and third period went by in a blur. The exciment started when I arrived in History, fourth period. I walked through the door late.

I handed the teacher the note my other teacher from third period gave me, excusing me from being late. 

Apparently, my third period teacher was my old homeroom teacher from nineth grade and she wanted to talk to me about some stuff.

I handed him the note then began to look around the classroom, in search of a place to sit. 

I see that the only sit open is next to some guy. He has light brown hair, that looks almost blonde and these really amazing blue/green eyes. As I get closer I realize who he is. His Marcus Owens, from nineth grade. 

He was one of the losers that made fun of me. As I walked closer I saw his face expression change. I sat down and then looked aver at him.

"What Marcus? I'm too much to take in?" I grinned and then turned back around to listen to the teacher. I knew I was going to have fun messing with these loser for the whole year.

And I was going to start with Marcus Owens.