The Nerdiest Bad Boy [UNDERGOING EDITING]

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"Gross, you look like yourself again," was the first thing Amanda said to me when I entered the kitchen the next morning. "I mean, who even wears sweater vests anymore?"

"Clearly I do," I said defensively. You can't blame me; I love sweater vests!

"But I do like your glasses," Amanda told me. "How'd you even afford Raybans? They're, like, way expensive."

"You have sunglasses from the same company," I pointed out.

"Graham bought them for me." Of course he did. "So who bought you those?"

"Remember that girl who nearly ran me over with her car?"

Amanda was painting her nails while I spoke. "Mmmm."

"Yeah, well she owed me a pair so she bought these."

Amanda placed her bottle of nail polish on the dining table. The table where we eat food. Hence the terms dining table. "No one simply buys someone expensive things for the hell of it, Nico."

"Why are you painting your nails at the dining table? That's highly unsanitary."

"Don't change the subject," she barked. "Graham buys me expensive things because he loves me."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care about Graham. What I do care about is a clean dining table." I popped two slices of bread into the toaster.

"The girl who bought you those clearly likes you in some way." She paused. "Oh my God, does she like you?"

"She doesn't like me, Amanda. She's just loaded with cash so she bought me nice glasses. That's all." The bread leapt out of the toaster but luckily, I caught them on my plate.

Amanda frowned. "We need a new toaster."

"We need a ton of new appliances."

"Amen to that."

I smeared some strawberry jam on my toast before I joined Amanda at the dining table.

"What's her name?" Amanda asked while I took a bite from my breakfast. I opened my mouth to speak, but Amanda made a face. "Chew, swallow, and then talk, Nico."

I did as I was told before saying, "I'm not going to tell you. Then you'll get all obsessed and harass her until she goes out with me."

Amanda continued painting her nails. "It was one time, Nico. Get over it!"

"Stop painting your nails at the dining table!" I yelled.

"There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. I'm not making a mess, therefore it's fine." Amanda looked at me but her eyes darted to my mouth. Uh oh. "Why is your jaw so pale?" She froze. "Is that makeup?"

Shit shit shit.

Oh Lord, please help me. She's on to me! Please help! I promise I'll be good from now on!

Miraculously, Amanda accidentally knocked down her bottle of nail polish with her elbow. Not surprising at all, the contents in the bottle spilled all over my plate.

I remained cool, calm and collected. "I won't say I told you so, Amanda. But I freaking told you so!"

With that, I grabbed my backpack and sprinted out of our apartment.

Thank God I made it out without Amanda finding out the truth. Crap, I guess I have to be good from now on... Psyche!

Since I couldn't go back and get a ride with Amanda without her finding out about my injury, I decided to walk to school. The sooner I get to school, the sooner I can fix my makeup. Oh no, I'm starting to sound like Amanda. What's happening to me?