Geek versus Nerd

Geek

HURT

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too?

These are the questions that boggled in my mind after my mini chat with Samson.

I wouldn't expect those things from him. It can't be. He was so quiet. He's educated.

See! I'm not evil. I see good in him, even if he's my rival.

Me? A drama queen? A show-off?

I could just leave him there! I can go to my friends and not guard him while he's unconscious! I could've not apologize to him.

But I did!

I did, because I have a conscience. I'm not concieted! Just because he's smart, doesn't mean he has the right to say those things.

He's the concieted one. I imagine him smiling victoriously for making me feel like this.

I tried not to, but the image keeps returning in the back of my mind.

I can't see him without feeling bad.

Aha! An idea.

Maybe I should avoid him. It'll be very hard since he's friends with my friends. Avoiding him, means avoiding Julie, Danny and Mia.

Yeah yeah. Roll your eyes. As much as I wouldn't admit, I'm starting to think that Mia's not so bad at all.

I might have a hard time keeping away from them, but if it's the only way to get out of Samson's way, I'll do it.

I made a decision.

I will avoid Samson Anderson.

Oh, and I will get revenge using my intelligence.

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I didn't eat lunch and went straight to the library.

There is a double purpose in this action.

First, I don't get to see that guy.And second, I could learn, while he's busy celebrating, so that's an advantage.

I tried to read, but I ended up scanning the pages in this book.

Soon, the bell rang. Sighing, I returned the book in the shelf and went to my locker, then proceeded to my next class.

"Ms. Wilkinson, why are you late?" my Physics teacher asked.

"I was in the library, studying my lessons." I answered in a monotonous and bored expression.

"Don't be late next time." she said, and I went to my seat, while proceeded with her discussion.

This is definetely not my lucky day.

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Today was Monday, and once again, I spent my lunch in the library.

I was flipping the pages in my book, when someone tapped my shoulder. To my surprise, it's some jock.

"Hey, umm... do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.

I gave him a half smile and nodded. I was expecting him to sit beside me, like a typical jock, but he pulled a chair and sat across me.

"So, what are you reading?" he asked.

I didn't answer and showed him the book cover.

He read it and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Franco, by the way. And I believe you're Delilah, right?"