Deception Through A Nerd

chapter two | | meek is the new black

C A S S I D Y

❝ like a moth through the flame, i'd gladly burn my wings. ❞

— joshua ryan steward

My first day of Eastville Secondary School was a blur of things unable to be comprehended and digested carefully.

I had my accounts to write all of the observations and scenarios I came across to add to my data analysis on the purposes of power and the repercussions or benefits it may bring about. It was cleverly hidden behind the cover of some old, faded student handbook cover from my previous school. A brilliant idea I must say for myself.

After all, I severely doubted that anyone would even want to crack a book like that open — nerd or not.

However, the oddest thing had occurred to me when I walked into the office to pick up my schedule, a preppy cheerleader greeted me. She was clad in her popping gold, white and navy blue uniform combined with a v-neck and thin straps to keep it stabilized on her body.

I stood there, dressed in my black oversized sweatshirt, black converse, dark loose-fitting jeans, bulky, no prescription wide framed glasses, paired with a tight, stern ponytail. It practically screeched the words 'I'd happily become your next human target!' A sign taped across my back may even be less conspicuous than this. 

Her lips immediately stretched into the widest smile I have ever encountered before in my life, and the downright shocking revelation was, it was directed towards me.

I was prepped for insults, egg attacks, cutting retorts and degrading glances — not beaming smiles. Maybe she was a mere exception? Gods, I truly hope she was, otherwise my test was going to become a solid thousand on the difficulty meter.

"Oh my gosh! It's nice to meet you, I'm Skye," she virtually bounced on her heels in enthusiasm, optimism illuminating off her in soft waves. Golden honey brown hair mixed with strikes of dirty blonde, most likely due to the cause of being in the sun too long, framed her heart-shaped face.

Startling grayish green irises peered out her in curiosity.

"Oh um hey," I opted for a more quiet and reserved voice, pointers tumbling through my mind like digits for math.

Remember not to maintain too much eye contact. . .  normally only confident people are able to.

"I'm your tour guide for today! I have so many things to show you around the grounds; there's things literally everywhere!" she chattered, words rolling out of her mouth at the speed of a racing rabbit.

"So like if you don't want to get lost- I'd recommend following me closely! We have three floors here and there's some people you really don't want to run into," Skye chirped away, before gracefully leading me into the first hallway.

I masked a look of indifference, before scrutinizing the information she was obliviously feeding to me at this point. Maybe having someone whom conversed a lot as a guide would benefit me. 

Her eyes darted to the schedule in my hands. "Oh hey - you have same homeroom as my boyfriend, Chase. Mr. Collins is honestly just terrible." She contorts her face into a sour look. 

"He once yelled at me for getting eraser shavings all over his floor, but hello? At the speed he was doing notes, I think he should be more worried for the life-being of our poor hands not the ground."

"Alright?" I responded uncertainly, not sure I was liking where this was headed to. I didn't want to meet her boyfriend for any matter. It might establish some complex complications or obligations that I was in no doubt not in the mood for.