Song of the Chapter- Same Love, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat Mary Lambert, song on side

Dedicated to- @XxSkater2Girl16xX who writes some of my favorite books and the best love stories!

-a lot of book references in this chappie ♥-

✐Chapter 3- "It's not funny, it's freaking hilarious!"✎

Poke

Poke

Poke

"Agh, stop!" I moaned, swatting the hand away that repeatedly poked my chubby cheek.

"Hailey, get your pregnant ass off my- oh..." I blushed, opening my eyes. It had been Sam poking me and he now stared at me like I was Barney the purple dinosaur.

"Do I look pregnant to you?" He said, rolling off the bed, standing on the hardwood floor. He pointed to his stomach. "I'm all muscle, baby."

Rolling my eyes, I looked at his very muscular chest and tried very hard not to stare at his abs.

"Please." I said weakly, without taking my eyes off the abs.

Oh dear Lord, trust me, I tried to look away. Don't blame me. I'm a girl with hormones, we have to have a little fun once in a while.

One, two, three, fou-

"Are you drooling?" His voice cut me off of counting his abs.

I swiped my piano fingers across my bottom lip. "Pfft, are you k-kidding? Ha-ha, please!" I stuttered.

Smooth, Destiny. Real smooth.

*Cue eye roll*

"C'mon Tiny, I'll be in the bathroom, time for school. Unfortunately..." He muttered. My stomach clenched at his nickname for me, but for some reason I didn't correct him.

"Fine. Just get out." I pursed my lips and commanded, as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"I'm out!" He said and headed out the door of the guest bedroom.

Blindly, I reached out for my glasses on the nightstand next to me, then shoved them on my face. I heard the shower start and I sighed. My eyes darted to my backpack on the bed post which held Lesley [The Laptop]. Do I have time? Oh, screw it.

Leaning over the bed I scrambled to unzip the school bag which held my precious baby. Flipping her open I began a new blog post.

Blog #55

School. Every nerd's personal Hell (If you're like me). I'm the invisible 'mute' girl in the back of the room who is the epitome of perfection and reads or blogs under the desk when no one looks (Yeah that's right, I'm bad ass like that). But, I mean, why do people judge or stereotype, why can't everyone be in the same social class or on the same social rung on the social ladder?! Okay, don't answer that, I know why. I'm socially awkward and can't withstand a conversation with a five year old before they start crying and run to their mother (That's why I don't do babysitting).

Another reason, I swear to gods I have ADHD (if you couldn't tell from the statement above, from school to babysitting). Anyways, talk to you guys after Hell- whoops, I mean school.

Satisfied with the post, I slammed Lesley and crammed her back into my pack and quickly sprinted (probably looked more like walking dementedly) to the bathroom where I could no longer hear the shower going.

Opening the door, I-

"Ahh! Holy mother f-"

"What the fu-"

"My virgin eyes!" I wailed. "My virgin, now damaged, eyes!"

You guessed it. It was a strip show in there.

He was naked.

No, I did not soak up his hotness and eye rape him, then jump him then and there, gross!

I proudly closed my eyes and placed my palms over them and ran out of the bathroom.

Probably should've left the room before closing m eyes, because I slammed, face-first into the door frame and fell flat on my butt, as Sam was still freaking out.

"Holy shi- oh my g- she sa- ew oh my f- yuck this f-"

I sprinted out of the room, this time injury-free (looks like I'm not taking a shower today).

I scampered to my room to put on the clothes I laid out, blinking repeatedly to get the image out of my head (but of course, Its burned into my head now).

Forcing a brush through my lion mane-like hair that cascaded down to my waist, I grabbed a ponytail holder from my wrist and Katniss braided my hair.

Putting in my little dangling book stack earrings and putting on a light pink shade of lipstick and blush, I stepped into my cheap, target made black boots. Grabbing my 30lbs. (at least it felt 30lbs.) backpack, I walked out the door of my temporary bedroom.

Heading down the stairs to the Jackson's dining room I saw Mr. Jackson scanning a local newspaper with a bowl of soggy fruit loops in front of him.

"Sit down, grab a bowl, dear." Mrs. Jackson said, planting a kiss on her husband's cheek and then her son's, who blushed bright, strawberry red.

"Mom!" He hissed, as I stifled a giggle. He shot me a glare.

Gods, he must practice his death glares in the mirror while he perfects his stupid, gorgeous hair or something.

I just grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl in the center of the dining room table, instead of gorging in a bowl of lucky charms like Sam. Peeling the banana as if my life depended on it, I shoved half of it in my mouth, chewing it as fast so we could get to school on time.

Sam finished up his cereal and we headed for his car. Silently at first, but Sam broke it.

"When we get to school..." He started. "I'm your new neighbor. You just met me today, and begged me to give you a ride to school. Me, being nice, let you ride with me, if anyone asks. But, in public, I don't know you, don't like you, and I will personally murder you if anyone finds out we live together. Got it?"

I mumbled a few incoherent words under my breath and ducked under his gaze, about to pee my pants in fear.

"What was that?" He demanded.

"Mother of- GOT IT!" I cried out, my knees almost buckling. I nodded vigorously, my braid bouncing up and down, afraid if I opened my mouth again, I'd say something I would regret later.

Instead, I just gave him a glare. Yeah, take that, Sammy-boy. I can make a mean face to, assh-

"Are you constipated?" He asked, then groaned. "Aw, great. Just great. And I have to share a bathroom with you? This just keeps getting better and better." He complained sarcastically.

I mentally face-palmed and speed-walked to his car, inwardly cringing.

This was going to be a long day.

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Arriving at school, the first thing you see is a giant sign saying, "JEFFERSON HIGH. THE BEST YEARS OF YOUR LIFE"

To say the least, that made me snort. Didn't seem like Sam was having the 'Best years of his life' at this school judging by his excitement this morning. (Very ladylike, snorting, I know)

Even better. There was a giant statue of a porcupine that had a baby blue shirt reading, "GOOO, PORCUPINES! YAY!"

This school's getting more and more awesome by the minute!

By the way, that was sarcasm, if you didn't catch it.

I walked a few feet behind Sam as we entered the monstrous hell-hole. It was obvious Sam was popular, he had at least twenty boys already come up to him and do the weird bro shake, shimmy, or whatever the hell they do. Also, every girl within ten feet of him would giggle and then sigh, clutching their hearts and flipping their fake blonde hair over their shoulder, while bouncing their phony boobs.

I was pretty sure he winked to a couple of them, too.

Ew.

After gathering my schedule in the main office, Sam glanced over my shoulder at it and moaned. "Four classes? Four classes with geeky girl? Lord, what did I do-"

"Oh, shut. UP!" I snapped, swinging my backpack over my shoulder again and stomping away.

Problem- I had no clue in high heaven where on Earth I was going.

I saw a boy with floppy brown fiddling with his locker in a pair of khaki shorts and a pink polo shirt with Nike sneakers.

Walking over to the kid I tapped his back a couple times and he flung around with his arms in karate-chop motion, dropping his books in the process.

He panted a sigh of relief and began picking up his fallen school supplies and muttered, "Sorry, thought you were the football team beating me up again. Sorry."

I raised an eyebrow a little and he chuckled.

"Oh! I'm gay!" He said.

I placed a couple of his books in his hands. "Um, nice to meet you, Gay."

He looked at me inquisitively, then burst out laughing. Throwing his head back, guffawing at me.

"I like you! No, I'm legit gay, Hun. Names Mason." He held out his hand for me to shake, which I took daintily.

"Destiny. I'm new here. One question- why did openly admit you're gay? I'm a random nobody, I could tease you for it, for all you know."

"Oh. Everyone here knows I'm gay by now, don't really hide it. I don't care, anyways. Why hide who you are?" Mason stated boldly.

I smiled. "I think I like you, too."

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Mason has a couple of classes with me, and he gave a tour of Tartarus Jr. (School) and told me the juicy gossip [which is a first for me; I was never in 'the loop' and lived 'under a rock' as Hailey would say].

"-and 205's the art room, as you can see. Now girly, stay away from Becky, she's a Bitch with a capitol 'B'. She's dating Joey right now, mmm, now he's hunky, Sam and Holly's re-la-tion-ship is ON, such a shame, waste of such a hot tamale, last week they were OFF though, and-"

"Whoa, hold that thought." I said, holding up my hand to stop him. "Sam? As in... Sam Jackson?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Yeah, you know him?"

I winced, "Yeah. Met him this morning." I felt bad for lying to my new friend.

Ugh, so Sam has a girlfriend? Please, God, please, tell me their relationship's not intimate in the bedroom. His bedroom's the door next to me, and I do not want to hear any of that crap.

"I'll see you in Literature." I called to Mason as the bell rang, and I headed to my new homeroom.

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Classes were just as boring as they were in my old school. I had one teacher who was balding named, 'Mr. Baldo' and I tried very hard not to laugh when he introduced me. Another teacher, Ms. Quinn, a perky, young red-head, who taught calculus and insisted that is was a great way to have fun with friends.

See, this is just one reason why I want to be home schooled.

Another example of what I wouldn't have to go through if I was home schooled would be lunchtime.

That was just...

I can't describe it with any words other than chaotic.

Well, I'll just tell you.

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I met up with Mason after Literature and we walked to the cafeteria together. I told him about my 'Jefferson High Experience' so far.

Sam had Calculus, Physics, and Chemistry with me (Mr. Baldo was the teacher), but ditched, according to all the girls in the classes' whispering.

I remembered a few kids, like one girl's name, Leah, she let me borrow her pencil for a couple minutes before poking me in the back with her foot-long nail that was as sharp as a razor, demanding me to give her back her pencil. These people are so nice. Wow, I'm full of sarcasm today.

Having to introduce myself was really awkward, each class went something like this:

Teacher: "Hello, would you like to tell the class a few things about yourself?"

Me: Um, well, um...

Me: "I-like-cats-and-want-a-pet-fish-named-nemo-and-I-love-snickers-bars-you-know-the-candy-so-Halloween's-my-favorite-holiday-'cuz-I-get-snickers-and-I-like-reading-a-lot-and-writing-and-I'm-nerd-and-my-birthdays-in-two-months-and-my-names-Destiny-and-I-was-named-after-my-great-great-grandmother's-pet-bird-and-my-sister's-as-fat-as-a-whale-and-"

Teacher: "Okay, Destiny, thank you for sharing that with us, about your, um... Hobbies, and such... You can sit in the back of the classroom, over there."

You could probably feel the heat radiating off of my face as everyone laughed at me and snickered as one jock created an 'L' using his thumb and pointer finger and resting it on his forehead, meaning 'Loser', and the teacher tried to repress their laughing by biting their lip and began teaching with their back turned. I slumped in my seat in he corner, far away from anybody.

When I told Mason this, he clutched his stomach and burst out laughing, and patted my back, still doubled over in giggles.

I crossed my arms while pouting, "It's not funny." I whined, and he almost choked on air.

"You're right, it's not funny." I turned to him to say, 'thank you' but he said after a moment's pause, "It's freaking hilarious! You were named after a bird?" He screeched out, giggling uncontrollably again.

"Hey, it wasn't just any bird, it was a toucan!" I replied. "A very intelligent one." After Mason's laughter cooled down, we walked a couple more feet until we were in the cafeteria, and you could smell all sorts of foods in an ensemble of one smell.

"Do I smell..." I sniffed the air again. "Pizza?!" He nodded, and that set off my running.

I leaped over students and tables and- no I'm just kidding. I charged like a bull to that pizza.

"OUTTA MY WAY!" I screamed, and the jocks looked at me like, "Who the hell are you and why are you telling me what to do" while the cheerleaders ignored me altogether. I 'accidentally' ran into a couple and bulls eyed straight towards the Domino's pizza and grabbed three slices and paid the money to the plump lunch lady who looked at me as if I were insane. Rude much? "Hey, mind your own beeswax." I snapped, and took a chomp out of the first slice and headed back to where Mason was standing, now talking to someone else who had their mouth wide open.

"Whoa." The kid said dreamily and stared at me. He had glasses much similar to mine and was wearing a shirt that said, "May the force be with you". He had freckles running down his nose, with skater-like, raven-black hair and pale skin. "Awesome shirt." He said.

"Phanks...?" I replied with my mouth full of pizza, and he stuck out a pale, narrow-fingered, hand. "Daniels, Lucas Daniels." He flashed me a smile. "But you can call me Luke."

My eyes widened and I almost spit out my pizza. Was he-dare I say it- flirting with me? I mean, he was pretty cute, with blueish-green eyes, and full pink lips, not nearly as muscular as Sam, but cute in a geeky way. Why am I comparing him to Sam?

'Probably 'cuz he's the only other guy you know' my conscious told me.

'Shut up, conscious' I replied.

"Um, Odair, Destiny Odair." I bit my lip and fixed my glasses, pushing them up my face a little and then tucking in a strand of my poop-colored hair behind my ear. I blushed a little when he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles faintly, bowing jokingly. "Hello, Destiny." He mocked a (really bad) British accent. "By any chance, have you read the Hunger Games?" He smirked slightly, probably because of my last name. "I know you've read Harry Potter." He said, gesturing to my shirt. He stared at it as we headed to a table with Mason munching unhappily on his apple noisily.

"Are you staring at my boobs, Lucas?" I said, teasingly stern. The tips of his ears turned bright pink and he stuttered, "N-no... I'm just looking at your shirt."

"Yeah, sure you were." I joked. He grinned when he saw the corners of my lips lift up just a bit for him to realize I was teasing him.

"To answer your question, yes, I have read both series. A lot of others, as well." I answered him. It was fun to talk to friends for once. He grinned and began pelting me with questions.

"Have you read the Fault in Our Stars?"

"Obviously." He snorted, getting my Harry Potter reference.

"As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep," I quoted.

"Slowly, then all at once." He finished it, grinning slightly, and we both sat down at an empty table, my pizza long forgotten.

"After all this time?" I questioned softly, glancing to him.

"Always." he finished the quote, this time from Harry Potter.

"You're not getting away from me. Never again." I quoted from the Heroes of Olympus by Rick Riordan.

"As long as we're together." Damn this guys good.

"Would you like-"

"A sugar cube?" He said, smirking, now leaning on his arm. The Fault in Our Stars, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, and now Catching Fire, too?

"Okay?" I said.

"Okay." He finished, smiling.

"Look, if you're done with your 'nerd flirting', can I eat your pizza? I would have just took it, but I didn't wanna barf it back up." Mason interrupted, making me flush bright red.

"That wasn't flirting!" I rejected quickly, handing him the slice of pizza.

"You clearly don't know what 'nerd flirting' is." Lucas (I'm going to call him Lucas, he doesn't really seem like a 'Luke') smirked. "This would count as 'nerd flirting', I've had experience." He said cockily. "And so far, you're the best at it."

I felt my face flush.

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After finishing up lunch, I realized a couple things- Lucas's in a couple of my classes, he was actually in my Calculus class, his favorite color was sunset orange, which is another Hunger Games reference [whereas mine was turquoise blue] and we exchanged phone numbers (and I also exchanged mine with Mason).

The problem came when we all walked out of the cafeteria.

A group of [very muscle-y] kids (I believe from the football team because they were wearing jerseys) came up to Mason and Lucas and cornered them and I cried out a little in fear. One smirked and looked over to me. "Well, the geek and the gay have a new friend!" He clapped. "What's your name, sweetheart? Nerdy?" His friend guffawed. "So now there's nerd, geek, and gay! How lovely!" He cooed.

I grit my teeth. I'm used to insults, but if someone insults my new friends, they are dead to me.

The steroid giants started to close in on Mason and Lucas and I finally gave in. "STOP!" I yelled, gaining everyone's attention. The jocks stopped closing in on my new besties, too.

"NOBODY picks on MY friends, ass-hats!" I yelled, and slammed my fist into jock #1's face. He held his [now bleeding] nose and his eyes glinted darkly and fiercely.

"And THIS is what happens when you call me sweetheart!" And I lifted my knee as fast and as hard as I could and it connected with his groin, making him bend down and double over in pain, all his buddies looking at me in shock. "GET LOST" I screamed, and they scampered away like little girls, and I grabbed Lucas and Mason by the collars of their shirts, dragging them out of the school.

"C'mon! Run!" I grunted, and they began running as well.

Oh well, I don't think I can stay in school for the rest of the day if I know that six giant, football-playing jocks will be on my case and scare the pee out of me.

Well, isn't that an exciting first day of hell?

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AUTHORS NOTE

I had fun writing this chapter! If a guy ever flirted with me using book quotes I'd ask him to marry me!

...ok, probably not, but whatever

QOTC (Question of the Chapter):

Would you rather bad boys/girls, or cute nerds?

I would have to say cute nerd 'cuz my parents would kill me if I had a 'rebellion' phase... My dad would kill me if I dated a guy, period

...until next time...

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