Geek versus Nerd

Geek

I raised my brow at him. "I suppose it's in my nametag, right?" I said and looked at it.

He chuckled quietly and shook his head. "No. You're quite popular around here. Everyone knows that you are the smartest student in the campus."

Wow! Really?

I just thought they let me teach them, because I wear glasses and stuff.

"You look surprised, I see." he said.

I gave him a shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

He drew his hand acros the table, offering for a handshake.

I accepted it and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Delilah."

I nodded my head, shaking his hand.

"You really look pretty." he stated.

I was taken aback from what he said, and only managed to nod my head, and mutter a 'thanks'.

I've never been called 'pretty'. They always say I'm smart, intelligent, mature and nice, and I'm quite used to that.

"So, I'm the first?" he asked.

What? Did I say that out loud? God! I'm so embarassing.

Ugh! When did I get flustered about these things?

I gave him a nod, and continued reading.

Jocks might not so bad after all.

"Delilah." he called my name in a hushed tone.

I looked up from my book and raised my brow at him.

"Um... are you busy later?" He asked smugly grinning cockily.

Or maybe not.

"No." I simply answered.

He smiled widely. "Great! Would you accompany me to the bookstore? I don't know which book to buy."

You're so confident.

"Shhh" the librarian scolded.

"Sorry." he smiled sheepishly.

I looked at him, copying his smile. "Sorry, I'm not allowed to go out."

It is true, and I suddenly don't like him anymore.

He pouted, trying to look cute.

Ew. Gross.

This time, my smile is already fake. "I'm really sorry. I'm really not allowed."

Go away!

"Please. I really wanna spend time with you... as a gratitude!"

The librarian shushed him for the second time.

You're so stubborn.

I shook my head and continued reading the book.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

"Delilah" He whisper-shouted my name.

LALALA. Block him out, Delilah.

I tried to focus on the book, which failed.

Suddenly, someone pulled a chair beside me.

"Wilkinson." the voice said.

Oh no. No no no. No! Please don't it be him.

"Julie, told me to find you. It's urgent."

Franco eyed him mockingly.

Seriously, what's his problem. He's creeping me out.

"So you're Samson." he sneered.

Really?

Maybe Anderson offended him. He's quite good at that thing.

Samson nodded blankly. And faced me.

"I'll be a little late for our session later." he said and stood up. "Julie will wait for you near the lockers."

And he walked away.

Franco called my name. "Now I know why you don't want to hang out. Sorry for the bother." he said and also got out of the library.

And everything came into my mind.

I'LL TUTOR ANDERSON?! No!

I really want to slap myself right now. I haven't forgiven him and now he wants me to tutor him.

What an asshole.

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I was distracted this afternoon. Not that I was already bothered, but it got worse.

What would I do? Act offended?

You'll just show him he won.

God, I am so screwed up.

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The bell rang, meaning it was the end of my last class.

I took a deep breath, very nervous of what will happen.

Did I do something wrong again? Will he insult me?

Ugh! Stop it Delilah. He was the one to blame. You did nothing.

I shook my head and went to the library. As I entered, I saw him waiting at an empty table.

Here I come.

A/N:

Ok, please don't kill me.

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