Because I'm a Nerd.

Chapter 1- "You're on then!"

Chapter 1- "You're on then!"

SCARLETT POV

Before we move on, I would like to say that the very fact that I agreed to that stupid bet and managed to convince myself I could dance is all Allie's fault.

She should really have known better than to agree to shower me with the one thing I detest more than Dolores Umbridge: Attention.

So here goes the tale of how Allie Jones agreed to participate in the talent hunt and almost got her best friend to murder her.

It all began as a dare on a clear, sunny morning. It was March and grades for the half-yearly exams were being given out. It was a bad morning to be a freshman at Green High.

For others, that is. I was a nerd, inside and out. The very kind who made people around her squirm with uneasiness, the one who never came second, the one who was born with the blessed ability to make situations awkward for herself.

You get the picture. There's one of me in every grade, if not every class. We are the ones who almost fall of our chairs trying to show the teacher we know the answer. The ones who never forget their homework. The kind who could forget wearing decent clothes on picture day but never forget that there was homework in Algebra. Enough about me.

Anyway, we were in seventh period Business Studies when the whole thing started. Mr. Wesley was giving out our papers and the whole class wore a solemn look.

As he handed out my paper, I discovered that I had gotten an A+ on the test (No surprise there, for B.S happens to be my strongest subject after English!) I turned around to fill Allie in, who by the way, had gotten an A. She seemed to be happy. I showed her my test and she high-fived me, laughing.

Mr. Wesley, who was still handing out others their tests, paid no attention to us but I suppose something about Allie and I ticked off Amy Davidson, the Regina George of Westridge High.

Amy and her bunch of cronies walked up to my desk with synchronized steps. It seemed like they were all powered by a single remote-controller. They were dressed impeccably, and if I may add, sluttily, as always.

Amy took a step in front and faced me, her hands placed on her narrow hips.

"So nerd, how many marks did you score this time that's made you so happy?" She jeered at me.

I sighed but gave her no response. Allie, who thought better than to leave a question from Amy unanswered, jumped in for me; "She's always this happy and if you must know, she's gotten an A+. Now buzz off."

"Tsk, Tsk, someone's awfully protective of losers." Clarissa stated, chuckling while she made a face at me.

Before I could even say anything, Allie jumped in, "She's not a loser. Will you just tell us what we've done that's annoyed you?" She demanded, exasperatedly.

"Well, the fact that the two of you exist is enough if you know what I mean.", Amy replied, smirking.

"I think you belong in the second grade, because, well that's where this insult belongs." Allie snapped and I sniggered.

"Why Scarlett, you seem to be exceptionally confident with your friend by your side. A stark contrast to when you're alone somewhere, I must say." Clarissa butted in, eager to soothe Amy, who by now looked redder than a Manchester United jersey.

Damn, even in times of conflict my creative juices are on fire!

"She is not a scaredy-cat!" Allie replied with gritted teeth, but really she was fighting a losing battle.

I'd just been acting like one, hadn't I?

"Fine, prove it. Participate in the talent show in the dance category and get a place in the top 7. I'll leave you alone. However, if you fail you'll do my Latin homework for the year. Deal?" Amy declared, now looking at me.

I was about to protest to the deal, saying how I didn't dance and how I was lagging behind on my own Latin work, but before I could say anything Allie piped up and agreed.

Amy and her cronies smirked at us before murmuring a see you there and walking back to their seats as Mr. Wesley demanded everybody's attention.

After Amy left, I made a mental note to strangle her. But first, I had to get past without permanently hurting Allie. "What did you do that for? You know I cant dance!" I whisper-shouted. "Well, she was insulting you! What should I have done?" She whispered back.

Okay, Allie did have a point. Plus, I realized that the only reason she'd said Yes was because she was my best friend. I mean best friends don't let each other get beat up, do they? Certainly not if the pair in question were Allie and I.

I let it pass. There were more pressing questions I had. For one, how I was going to form a dance routine in exactly 9 days. Two, even if I could choreograph one, taking Youtube's help, who on earth would agree to be a part of my group? Okay, that one was easy... My friends! Allie and her boyfriend Evan were actually great dancers. Emmett and Adrian were also passable. It was me who was the gangly, uncoordinated klutz. However, since I was up, I knew I had to do something... And boy, was I up for it!

I walked into the cafeteria and spotted everyone sitting on a corner table. Emmett, my closest guy friend, sat across from Adrian. Evan, who was Allie's boyfriend and as a result,  someone I had to tolerate, sat next to Emmett.

I made my way over to them and started to fill them in about what Allie had gotten us into, because there was no way I could do it without them.

"Hey Em, Adrian and Evan, Allie and I want to tell you guys something..!" I began.

"What is it Scarlett?" Emmett asked me, his blue eyes filled with concern.

" So, the thing is I have gotten myself into a bit of a mess. A huge one actually. And yes, Allie can be thanked for making the mess pit deeper." I paused and glared at Allie.

"Well, Yeah... The thing is Amy challenged Scar for a dance-off and she agreed. So, now we are actually taking part in the talent show" she defended herself.

"By we, do you actually mean all of us? No way. No freaking way! I am not going to make a fool out of myself in front of everyone!"Adrian half hollered, earning her a smack on her arm from Evan.

"I guess if Allie's in, I have no choice, do I?" Evan agreed, sending an adoring look Allie's way.

"Thanks, E. Adrian?" I pressed.

"Em, are you sure you wanna do this?" Adrian asked, looking towards Emmett.

"Uh-Huh! I am not going to let them be alone in this, Adrian." He declared.

"Okay then... I'm in!" Adrian agreed, albeit a little begrudgingly.

"Whooo! Thanks Ad! Thanks Em!" I squealed, pulling them into a hug.

"But Scar, since all of us are actually putting our already small shreds of reputation up for sale, you're gonna have to treat us with red velvet cupcakes in return." Emmett suggested, smirking.

I nodded my head frantically and pulled all of them in for a group hug.

Okay, so the gang had officially agreed. That made my problems go down from a hundred to a ninety-two. They were always there for me and I had to show them that red velvet cupcakes would make up for any humiliation they might go through.

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