The thought of spending the rest of my day with Brandon sent chills down my spine, he was probably going to make fun of me the whole time, happily watching me as I did all the work because of my fear of him mixing chemical x and y and then blowing up his own house and my only chance of getting an A+ in chemistry.

Mr. Bradford wasn't my favorite teacher, but we learned to tolerate each other and that was fine by me, Casper had always been the apple of his eyes. To him and almost all the teachers at Mallory high, well I couldn't blame them it's not their fault they had good taste.

“Paige” Bianca called out to me, waving her hands in the air like we had been friends for ages. I walked up to her already knowing what she had to say as she dumped her exercise books upon my hands. Yup that's Bianca mills. Every boy's, dirty fantasy. She had the same ocean blue eyes as mine but her own was more drooled over. And then there was her shinny long blonde reaching past her hips which she never failed to flaunt in my face, making me chokes from all the hair cosmetics my nose had to endure inhaling.

She always got what she wanted, dating all the hottest jocks and breaking helpless hearts. She and I became the best of friends only when she needed a free nerd to do her awful assignments and as the good girl I was I happily did them. Not because of my tag but for the fear of my life. It was way better being the used one than being the hated one.

Bianca never held back her bites. Addison's mayhem had unfortunately entered that black book. I watched her run mad from humiliation, sobbing every day in the girl's room as she ate lunch, her nude photos all over school and yeah that brings me to another reason why I hate and feel unsafe around Brandon cage - he did that. Bianca talked him into getting Addison's nude for her revenge scheme. And the idiot did it, never thinking about how broken he had left Addison. The next day she was found dead beside a bottle of sleeping pills.

At the funeral I realized unlike me, both school and home were a living hell for her. Her parents were divorced and even though they were far away from each other the arguing never stopped. Even at the funeral I witnessed another of their tantrums not even caring that they were burying their own daughter six ft under the ground.

But that wasn't the annoying part - Bianca was. After driving her to her own death she confidentially came to give a speech about how great Addison was, weeping and acting like she wasn't the one who indirectly shoved the pills down her throat. I didn't see Brandon; maybe he did have a conscience and felt too guilty to show himself. Gosh, who was I kidding, he was probably banging the first girl he saw on the street.

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I pulled my car in front of Brandon's home, it couldn't even be considered as a car. The bumper was battered. The windscreen was cracked almost to shatters. The red paint was old and already peeling off. That car was deadly and the most embarrassing thing I had ever ridden, even my childhood race car was way classier than it but it served enough to take me to places so it earned its keeps.

I grabbed my black bag and my books in my arm, slamming the car door shut I walked over to the door. His house wasn't a mansion but it was home enough, covered with white paints, black doors and window sheds. It was just like mine, well except for the color. Ours was painted peach thanks to mom and her undying love for the semi pink color.

After taking the deepest breath of my life I raised my hands slowly in the air about to knock when unexpectedly the door flung open. Brandon stood in front of me in his black skinny jeans and a gray loose shirt. He seemed like he had been standing there waiting for my arrival like a hungry dog.
"You're five minutes late" he groaned. Suspicions confirmed. I smiled; he was actually waiting for me but now the question was why? But trust me I wasn't either kin on finding out, nothing was ever good when it concerned him. He was probably just lacking entertainment.

“Do you need me to carry you in or are your legs suddenly out of date like the rest of your body?” yup I was right, just for entertainment. Paige knights the greatest medium of comedy at your service.

Ignoring his nasty comment I walked into the house shoving him as I walked past.

“So where would you like? My comfy lovely room where we can perform miracles” he smirked. “Or this dry living room lacking the meaning of privacy” he rolled his eyes.

“I like dry rooms” I grinned getting comfy on the parlor couch. Was he really expecting to get under my pants? I was never going to ruin the sacredness of my first time with a douche like Brandon. With disappointment written all over his face, he bounced on the couch beside me, staring at me - waiting patiently for me to perform the madness of chemistry.

After hours of mixing countless chemicals then throwing myself to the ground for comfort and precise measurement not wanting to mess up my future, the feeling of exhaustion was mine to bear while Brandon sat peacefully staring at me in the most awkward manner, I couldn't take it anymore. The creepy stares were crawling behind my back, following my ever move like some prying hawk.

“You know it wouldn't hurt for a little assistance”

Ignoring me as expected, he continued his savage staring - his eyes boring holes through my back. Suddenly the thought of blowing the house wasn't such a bad idea. We were in the house alone, his eyes burning stares at me which almost made me feel naked. Like his eyes were ripping my gray sweat pants and sweat shirts off. I couldn't help but wish Casper was the one here instead of Brandon. Who wouldn't love to have Casper's gray eyes gawk at them and for one he had manners which was the least acquired traits of Brandon.

“What do you see in him?” Brandon finally spoke, like he knew my thoughts once again had flown to the guy next door who didn't even know he had a stalking neighbor and a perverted at that.

“I thought we were meant to be working on a project” I scowled; one thing I hated was talking about my personal life with anyone especially with the dick face of the universe.

“We are -”
I shot him a fierce glare.
“I mean you are” he corrected, at least he acknowledged the fact that I was the only one performing the excruciating hard labor.

“But still, am curious” he smirked. Standing up from the couch he scooted closer to me on the floor. Making the uneasy tension I was already feeling to rise.

“What does the great Paige knight see in the infamous Casper Jones?” he made it sound like it wasn't the other way around, I was the infamous one not Casper.

It was obvious he wasn't backing off without an answer and I really wanted the comfort of my personal space back, so I had no option but to play his games. Let the mockery begin.

“For starters his not a dick face like someone else I know of” I shot Brandon an accusing glare which he accepted happily.

In high school dick face was actually a compliment especially when it was being shot at a hot jock. Wait Brandon wasn't hot. Well maybe a bit - a lot. Argh. Gosh, I don't know but still the fact stands he was a dick face the normal terrible definition of one.

“Secondly, he's sweet, a dog lover, and a book lover. His charming and has manners, manners you unfortunately don't possess, his so perfect, his smart. My greatness fantasy...” I began talking like some love struck teen. Not once stopping. I was in cloud nine and Brandon didn't seem like dragging me down.

“You know that's all lousy fantasies.” he chuckled. And yup he was back and my cloud had busted into thin air.

“There is a 100% possibility you'd end you with a guy like me, maybe even worst” he smirked. “Who knows maybe even me” he flattered himself.

“Why the heck would I date you? My eyes aren't out of date yet” my brows furrowed, there was no way I was going to date Brandon. Not in this life and the next to come. Not even if he was the last Man on the planet, I would rather be single I had been for 16 years of my life. 50 years more wouldn't hurt.

His hands rested on my face - they felt so soft and gentle, loosening my tense brows. I slapped his hands away. Wishing I could burn his whole body with my project.

“Look Paige you're nice and all but take it from me. You and Casper never happening”

“And how do you know? Do you suddenly have some psychic powers am not aware of”

“Nope, but I've got brains” he grinned and I busted into a loud laughter almost even crying out my eye balls. But it soon came to a halt when I realized how straight Brandon's face was.

“Oh you're not joking” I sighed, guess I was the only person getting the joke.

“Look Paige I thought you're smart. 99% of good guys end up with bad girls and 99% of good girls end up with bad guys.”

“And what category do you fall under?” he asked.

“The good girl” I answered after a moment of silence.

“And what category is Casper?”

“The good guy” I answered reluctantly watching him grin, to him he was making the point of his life. He was wrong I assured myself. Brandon was a dumb ass why should I even be listening to his opinions on relationships. He was just talking trash.

“Look Brandon I admire your theory but that's just trash”

“Look Paige” he scooted even closer our hands practically sending electric sparks to each other.

“A fact is a fact you're the one who reads not me and you're the one who watches sappy romance not me. In every novel, every movie that's exactly what happens and if you Deloris Paige knight” I hated him calling me that - Deloris.

“Want to end up with my best friend Casper then I don't know how you're going to do it but you need to miraculously turn into a bad girl and when I say miraculously I mean it cause only a miracle is going to pull that stunt,” He smirked deviously at my failure in life.

“Dick face” I muttered.
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I spent the remaining hours of the day drowning in what Brandon had said. No matter how much I denied it he was right. Every story always had that - a crazy boy and a nerdy girl or vice versa. Even all the books on my Wattpad library had that story line. Not once had I ever read about a nerd falling head over heels for a nerd. This was impossible; this was preposterous who made such a law? Opposite attracts and similar pairs repel. Even science was against me!

I was doomed, I was a good girl and so was the guy next door. The one I was currently gawking at as he pulled off his blue shirt. His bare chest sent warm feelings to my abdomen. It was liked he never glanced next door, like he knew it was just me and wasn't interested. I didn't interest him. I wasn't up to his entertaining standard. I wasn't the type who would sit beside him no matter how hard he kicked. I wasn't the kind who ditched classes, or attended parties on a school night. I wasn't a bad girl and Brandon was right that's what Casper wanted -A bad girl.

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A/N: You trying the second chapter means you had liking for the first. I hope so, well this is another chapter that I hoped you liked. Don't forget to vote and comment❤