BEAUTY AND THE GEEK ~ Timothée Chalamet ✓

~14~

A new week came and Anya had to go back to school after a boring, uneventful weekend, since she had to try to keep her distance from the boy who had brought her world upside down, and her friends ignored her for some unknown reason.. Although she was sure they had somehow found out about her being in the band.

She walked in the school with her shades still on, cause she had a little party by herself, in her room, the night before, and she was having a hangover.
Everybody stared at her, but that wasn't unusual, so she didn't really pay attention to it.

"Did you hear what she did...?" a girl murmured to another girl.

Anya raised her eyebrow and that's when she noticed that people's looks were different than usual. They were giving her disapproval looks.

She walked up to a bunch of random kids and grabbed the school's newspaper from the hands of an emo looking boy.
ANYA DAVIS IS A BAND GEEK.
Looks like the popular girl, everybody's favorite, decided to replace her pom-poms with cymbals, since she was seen on the bleachers playing with the band back on Friday afternoon. Rumor has it she's also in the theatrical team, so don't be surprised if you see her on this year's play. Do you think she'll manage to stay away from the cheerleading glow, or will she run back to her mini skirt and bow and completely forget about her new interests?

She ripped off the first page, rumbled it, then she threw it in the trashcan and walked away.

"Good morning! You forgot to read your texts.." she said when she made it to her locker, where her friend Ollie was. He just gave her an apathetic look and closed his own locker, then left.

"Seriously?!" she shouted and got no answer.

"How are you?" Timothée came out of nowhere and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Good.. And friendless.. Thanks to you.."

"Yeah sorry about that.. You saw the newspaper, right?"

"Yes, I saw it.. Everybody saw it Timothée.... I'm not really in the mood..." she closed her locker in annoyance.

"She's so pathetic and fake... Just because her boyfriend is into the stuff we like, she thinks she can make us believe that she's actually into them too... Such a hypocrite.." another random nerdy girl said to a friend of hers as they walked past the fake couple.

"And the worst part is that she ditched her cheermates, who are her friends.... She fails everybody..." a rich girl heard the conversation of theirs and decided to join in.

"Now I have to deal with this..." Anya gave Timothée a dissapointed look.

"I am sorry, okay..? I will not let you deal with it by yourself... I'll be here even if you have nobody else." the boy said and then she walked away.

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"Are you really not going to talk to me?" Anya asked her friend Marie when they both sat at their science desk. The girl looked away nervously.

"I see.... They brainwashed you into not talking to me... Timothée made me do it you know... I have to do anything he asks me to do... It's not my fault. I don't deserve this.." Anya whispered.

"Lauren said you even had a fight with her... We never treat our friends badly.. How could you do that...?" the girl whispered back without looking at Anya.

"Well... She is giving me a hard time... You don't understand... I think I like-"

"Silence please! If you don't talk science, then you better keep quiet." the teacher said and the blonde girl groaned.

When the class finished Marie quickly took her stuff and got out of the classroom, Anya tried to keep up with her but she didn't make it, since her friend got lost in the crowd in the hallway.

She went straight to the cafeteria where most of the students were, and so were all of her friends, but the seat that was once hers was now taken by one of Lola's friends. Betrayal. The queen bee shaked her head and put her meal on a tray then looked around for a different table, she didn't want to look too desperate, she wasn't a loser.

She went to a table were some casually dressed girls were sitting at and that's when Kiara showed up.

"Ahem.. Sorry, excuse me.. I wanna sit on my seat.. You know..." the brown skinned girl said and the prom queen sighed, then got out of the way.

"I'll just sit by my freaking self..." she murmured and went to an empty table. She started eating her meal quietly as she watched at everybody. How silly everyone was... Making cliques and sitting on specific tables.. Putting labels on themselves, as if they were a piece of fabric on a hanger.

"I told you I'll be here.." Timothée's voice sounded as he placed his tray on the table and sat next to the lonely girl. She gave him a weak smile and he made their shoulders connect as he tried to hold back his innocent giggle.

"You're unbelievable Chalamet..." Anya playfully groaned and then turned her head to the side to hide her big smile from him.

"You're unbelievable too Davis! You know, you're not what they think you are... You're more than that! Don't let anyone insult you and make you feel unworthy. You're not like the Barbies over there, you're funny, smart, and talented... And you're not like the Einsteins at that table, you're carefree, outgoing, communicative... My point is, you don't have to fit to any of these templates when you have so much potential." the French boy said.

"Timmy... Stop talking like that, you make it impossible not to li-"

"Hi Tim! I was wondering... Do you want to rehearse for the play with me after school? I could really use some help... If that's okay with your girlfriend of course." Kiara stood across from them, Anya gave her a death glare. Her rival had just ruined her and Timothée's moment.

"I mean... Yeah, if you're okay with it?" he looked at Anya.

"Oh, totally." she fake smiled at the tall girl.

"Great! See you after school Tim!" Kiara waived and walked away.

"You're not mad, right?" the boy asked.

"No... Why would I be mad?...... You're just my fake boyfriend." then the bell rang.