Nerd Vs. Nerd; It's On! [Not To Be Continued]

04-Your Poem

      Peter pulled out the chair next to him for me to sit down. I hadn't gotten lunch today, I wasn't very hungry but McKenna just used it against me as she sat down on the right of Peter.

      "Eeeww!" McKenna squeaked with her arms wrapped around Peter's neck. "Why aren't you eating anything? You aren't anorexic, are you?"

        My jaw sets as I say, "No! I am not! I just-uh-lost my appitite." I didn't want to mention my fight with Liberty. And that was the last thing on my mind as McKenna leaned in and ran her lips down Peter's cheek.

      "Uh, McKenna? We broke up, remember?" Peter says as he prys McKenna off of him.

      "Yeah, I remember. But why can't we get back together?" She asks as she crosses her arms over her chest, pouting her lips.

      "Uh, because I don't want to." Peter says. McKenna makes that insulated face of hers and storms off. "Sorry about that..." Peter says turning to me, he runs his hand through his light brown hair. With a start, I notice that it's just me and him at the table. "I don't know why McKenna asks like that. I think it's because she's jealous of you. She always tries to upstage you when your around." He says.

      "McKenna Tylers? Jealous? Of me?" I echo. That didn't sound right, why would McKenna be envious of me? "Why?" I ask. Peter shrugs as he says, "Why not? You're beautiful. You're smart. You're talented. You're liked by all."

      I look down so Peter won't see my eyes tear up from what he just said. "People think that? About me?" I ask.

      "I don't know. But I think that about you." He says as he takes his hand and pulls my chin up so he can see my face. He starts to lean in...

BWOOP! BWOOP!

       The bell went off and we both got up, awkwardly. I walked off as Peter went to dump his tray. I feel all weird inside. Confused, really. I wrap my arms around myself as I head to my locker, praying that no one-McKenna especially-saw what was about to happen with Peter and me.

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      I sat curled up on my bed, my phone beeping. I had been receiving angry texts from McKenna ever since I had gotten home. Apparently word had spread about me and Peter. My phone beeped once more before I turned it off.

      I had better things to do then listen to the beep my phone made when I got a text. I had to work on that poem for Liberty. Why couldn't she just go and forgive me instead of making me write a poem for her?

      I pulled out my ipod and turned on Toes a song by The Zack Brown Band. I spread across the bed as I listened to it, a smile spreading on my face. I decided I'd listen to it until an idea hit me. I ended up falling asleep.

      I dreamt about my mother. "If you are alone." She said. "If you want to cry." She says. "If you want a hug. If you need to be happy." She finished.

      I woke up at four in the morning with a start. My mother had died in a car crash four years ago. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep so I went to take a shower. I peeled off my clothes and hoped in. As the warm water rained down on me, my mothers words kept ringing in my head... "If you are alone. If you want to cry. If you want a hug. If you need to be happy."

      But what the heck did that mean? I dug around in one of my drawers and found my favorite article of clothing. My Batman t-shirt. I smiled as I layed in out on my bed, along with a pair of skinny jeans and my pink converse.

      Over and over again, my mothers words kept repeating them selves. I pulled out my note book from my book bag and wrote them down. It helped.

      I got changed and ate breakfast. The day promised to by a warm one, so I didn't bother with a jacket. I was opening the door to go down the driveway and wait for the bus when my dad called my name.

      "Yeah?" I asked.

      "Here." Dad said as he came closer. His hands were held out with something in them. My glasses case. He placed it in my hands and I opened it. The exact same type of glasses I had broke were there, the very same model. But these were brand new.

      "Thanks." I say as I hug him.

      I sat in home room, ignoring all the vicious stares that were sent my way. Every girl in school was mad because I have an actuall chance with Peter. And every girl in school wanted that chance.

      I pushed my glasses up to the bridge of my nose and smiled. Eat your heat out! I thought.

      When the bell rang, everyone dashed out of class to second period. "Oh, joy!" I mutter sarcastically. When I open my locker I scream as thousands of golf balls rain down on me. I shield my face, not wanting my glasses to brake.

      "McKenna!" I scream.