chapter ten

c l a r k c a m e i n l i k e a w r e c k i n g b a l l

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Character Picture: WAS NAMILY 5EVA and now is clark on a wrecking ball. don't even question it. accept the weirdness.

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Sometimes I doubt whether or not being 'one of the boys' is a good thing or not. It has its perks and disadvantages, some disadvantages overrule the perks however.

The perks would have to be the fact that you get a free show of shirtless boys whenever you're over their house, the second being that they're not bitchy and won't tell everyone your secrets.

But then, the disadvantages. One would definitely have to be how hard it is to get a boyfriend. I found that out today, because Clark is a dick and doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

And it goes a little like this:

Every morning before school my large group of friends stand around this huge oak tree out the front of the school. It has the perfect amount of shade for hot days and is also a great pillow to catch up on winks when you forgot to go to sleep early the night beforehand.

But, at the moment, it's definitely not the place I want to be.

As per usual, Tyler and I arrived together to school as a couple, holding hands and acting stupidly in love. I'd always wondered when or if people would see through the huge façade we put on. Turns out, it isn't even that hard.

But the person who would see through the façade was someone I was entirely not expecting.

This is the guy who eats chicken and jam on a sandwich we are talking about, after all. Of course, he is none other than the Clark Fletcher - possibly the funniest, weirdest and stupidest boy you will ever meet. The guy with all the weird attributes packed into one lean but muscly body with a killer smirk and tousled blonde hair. I would never think of him 'that' way anymore, but it is hard to admit that he isn't a ladies man and attractive to the eye.

Just like most of the other guys, also. They breed them pretty here in Octavia.

Other than Nate and Emily, Clark Fletcher is probably the only guy who I can sit down and have a decent, meaningful conversation with. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Clark? Crazy Clark? Yeah, he's one of my best friend's and trusty with secrets. I guess that's why I thought it would be a good idea to date him.

"Nova, Tyler," he nods, walking towards us and away from the tree that he was leaning up against beforehand. His hard is messier than normal and his bright blue eyes are dancing with mischievousness. "My favourite couple."

I gulped. Clark obviously knows what is going on. "That's us," I plastered on the biggest, fakest smile and patted Tyler's hip with my hand.

"Oh, cut the act," he rolls his eyes, "I'm not stupid. Although, some people think I am," he taps his chin with his finger in thought. "Any who, I just want to know why you thought it would be a good idea," he smirks proudly.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tyler and I aren't the best of the best actors, but we definitely aren't horrible. I know that Clark has known and been friends with us for many years, but I didn't think we were that transparent.

"I-uh," I gulped, "Because. How did you know?"

"That's a productive answer," he breathes out a laugh. "It's obvious for me, I don't know about anyone else but I sure as hell can see through your act. Why would two people, who are enemies, randomly start dating one day?"

Come to think of it, maybe Tyler and I should have thought it over a bit better.

"One day you're fighting like cats and bloody dogs, the next you're acting as if you're the golden couple of this school. Plus, Tyler hasn't kissed you yet, so obviously it's not real," he finishes it off with putting his hand on his hip. "Bam, Clark is the best."

"Clark," I shush him. "Please don't tell anyone, not even Brandon."

He ponders it for a minute. I look at Tyler who is staring ahead emotionless. Wow, he really does hate having to be in a fake relationship with me. I should have known that he just sees me as some annoying little bitch who can't think of ways to get rid of some stupid not-even-bad reputation.

"I won't tell anyone, if you break up within the next week," he says it deadly serious. "What you're doing is wrong. You're just digging an even bigger grave. Allie is pissed beyond beliefs, people are getting curious. You need to finish what you started. Don't break up today, heck, that will look so suspicious only dating for a day, wait until next week. You need to find an excuse."

"Since when are you apart of this relationship," Tyler finally speaks up, sending Clark a harsh glare. I flinch, since when does Tyler even care about this? He's so good of an actor that he probably faked every single emotion in the book.

"I'm just trying to help," he shrugs, "I don't want Nova being pulled down by you and having to deal with heaps of students hating on her. Just think about it. Nova, please."

I cast my eyes downwards, mumbling a faint yes. I can definitely see where Clark is coming from, but surely it couldn't be that bad.

Clark walks off, back to the tree where Brandon and Eloise are making out like dogs in heat. Ew. I hate PDA, surely people can hold off eating their partners face until they're not in the public's eye.

Clark came in like a wrecking ball.

Before he came, everything was fine and dandy, but he obviously caused more destruction than expected.

I take my hand off Tyler's waist, looking him in the eyes. Our height difference isn't that much, so I don't even have to look up to stare at him. "I think what Clark said was a good idea."

"What?" Anger dripped from his words venomously. "Why would you listen to that asshole? I'm trying to help you Nova, not tear your reputation to shreds."

"I just think that maybe there are other ideas of how to do that," I bit my lip. He looked disappointed and angry at me. I didn't like the looks of it. Tyler can have a hell of a temper when he feels like it. I sure as hell wouldn't want to get in his warpath.

"Whatever," he shook his head. "Maybe we should just break up today to get it over and done with."

"Yeah," I sighed. Yeah.

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Ever since Tyler and my breakup, I couldn't get over the fact that what I did may have been the worst idea ever.

Wouldn't Tyler breaking up with me cause more trouble than good?

Wouldn't that mean that the guys would think that I'm undesirable?

But, I sure as hell wouldn't have expected what was going to happen once the breakup was official. It was if all the guys heard and they immediately started talking to me in a way other than friendly. I knew something was up when in second period. Camden Harris came up to me and asked me out on a date. I couldn't take it anymore, and confronted him.

"Why are you asking me out all of a sudden?" I frown, fiddling with the pen in my hands.

Camden isn't ugly, but he definitely isn't up to the hotness of Tyler. I need to snap out of it and forget that bastard, because it will never happen since he is a downright pendejo (stupid) ass.

Camden has blonde hair that is all the same length and fairly curly. He's tan and has warm brown eyes with built shoulders. He's the definition of a surfer boy and it's not surprise that he wears a shell necklace around his neck.

"You didn't know?" He cocks his head to the right.

I shook my head slowly. What don't I know about?

He lets out a breathy laugh. "That's for all the guys to know and you to find out."

"Tell me," I hiss, "I'm sick of people not telling me anything nowadays."

"It's to do with Tyler," he winks, "Now I have to go, because class is starting and I don't want to get a detention. I found this killer cove where I'm going surfing this afternoon and if I don't go I'll be devastated."

I nod, "Thanks anyway."

I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, pulling at the loose threads and watching as they frayed out of the fabric. It's a habit I have when I'm confused and frustrated or just bored.

I still can't believe Tyler and my fake relationship only lasted for one day. How pathetic.

I can't even keep a fake boyfriend.

Tyler said that we aren't going to act as if we absolutely hate each other, because we don't. I frowned at that, because I thought that we did. He just said that we only dislike each other and fight because that's just how our hateship works. Great. Even he calls it a hateship.

Second period Maths is a bore. I hate having maths in the morning before lunch, because it definitely doesn't get me in the mood for the food that I made for myself this morning. Plus, it didn't help that the teacher made a seating plan so I couldn't sit next to Clark and Nate anymore. I'm still a little tense and pissed off at Clark, but Nate is just confused and wants answers now.

Thing is, I don't want to give him answers, because I don't even know entirely. Stupid, stupid boys. I knew I should've listened to my mother and grandmothers when they said boys are nothing but trouble.

The maths teacher though it was great to seat me next to this girl called Hannah. Hannah isn't mean, but she needs to learn a little more about hygiene. I didn't tell her that though, because I didn't want to be a bitch.

Miss Heard is Clark, Nate and my maths teacher. She is fairly new, and most of the guys call her a TILF. Which, grossly, stands for teacher I'd like to f*ck. I heard Clark saying that beforehand, whereas Nate kept his mouth shut which is seriously weird.

Miss Heard has long brown hair and almond shaped eyes with sharp features. She's strict and demanding, but we learn a lot when she teaches us new subjects which I'm thankful for since Maths isn't my strong point.

I nearly cried with happiness when the bell went and we were dismissed from hell. I put my book and pen into my book bag and speed walked out of the class, only to be held back by someone when I was on my mission towards my locker.

"Te quiero matar (I want to kill you)," I growled under my breath. "What do you want now, Clark."

"I'm sorry," he bites his lip, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I was just in a mood this morning and-and-"

"Its fine," I waved it off, "You made some really good points."

"I didn't mean to break you guys up," he winced while running a hand through his light blonde hair, "Allie is going to feel so victorious. You watch out for her, okay?"

I grinned, "I'm a big girl now Clark, I can take on a few smug bitches."

Obviously, I've ignored Allie many times before, I'm sure I can do that again. Clark smiles and lets go off my arm I forgot he was holding, walking off with a small wave. I sigh, heading towards my locker when I realise that my bladder is ready to burst.

I changed route to the toilet, trying not to walk like I am about to pee myself when in reality, I'm very close to.

I sigh in relief when I finally reach the toilet. It's only when I'm sitting on the toilet that I notice that there's other people in here with me.

"Did you hear that Nova and Tyler broke up?"

Allie. I can recognise that annoying voice from anywhere.

"Oh me gawsh," a voice I suspect is Sophia, gasps loudly. "Now you can get back with him."

"Obviously," I can just imagine her flipping her hair over her shoulder victoriously. "He only ever dated Nova because he felt sorry for her. She's not even pretty. She's practically a guy," she laughs nasally.

I slump back against the toilet seat in defeat. I want to scream-no, I want to bash the living daylights out of her.

"Definitely," Sophia replies, "Hurry up and finish putting on your lip gloss; I need to drink my smoothie before it goes hot."

"Whatever," I hear Allie's small heels clack against the tiles. "First, I need to put Nova in her place. She can't go around thinking that Tyler even liked her, or should I say him."

I felt a traitorous tear escape my left eye. It ran down my cheek and dropped onto my leg. I looked down and realised I was still on the toilet, gross, so I pulled my pants up and slammed the cubicle door open.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror after washing my hands with the school's discount horrible soap. My hair is messy and tangled in curls hanging down to my ribcage. My face is bare of any makeup other than mascara, and I couldn't help but tell myself that it was no surprise that Tyler wouldn't like me.

As always, I'm just 'one of the boys', always will be. Who cares that heaps of guys are starting to talk to me romantically - they probably only did it because they feel sorry for me.

Yeah, that's it.

But, in the meantime, I'm going to give Allie a piece of her own medicine.

She can't keep sauntering around the school like she is the Queen. I'm going to make her feel like shit - exactly the way I feel right now.

When she comes up to me and tells me that Tyler never liked me, I'm going to tell her that good, because I never liked him. It's the truth-right?

I stomped to lunch furiously. No longer am I feeling defeated-I feel like attacking someone. Gosh, I really need to take up boxing because there are only so many pillows you can bash before they lose all their stuffing.

Yeah, I kind of have anger management problems when I want to. 'Selective anger' I call it. When I want to, I can go crazy ninja, while other times I can do internal anger and stab them with my eyes. I've been sticking to my internal anger lately, but it's about time I bring out my inner beast.

No, I'm not going to bash Allie. I'm not supportive of violence-if I need to defend myself though, I will-so I will just have to stick to giving her a piece of my mind and showing that I couldn't care less about what happened this morning.

I stormed over to Allie's table. "Allie," I growled lowly.

"Nova," Allie fake grins. Her smile was so fake that I could even see the daggers her eyes were shooting me. Ugh, that's why I'm friends with more guys than girls. Guys are horrible at doing emotions like that other than jealousy. "Just the person I wanted to talk to. Tyler told me that he never liked you," she cocked her head to the side, eying me like an animal eyes their prey.

"Oh really," I raised my eyebrow, "Good thing that it was mutual then, hey." I smiled a sickly sweet smile, "You think that you're the Queen, don't you? I hate seeing you sauntering around like you own this school. Because, you don't. And, if you ask ninety percent of this school, they would admit that they dislike you because you're so immature. Immaturity is an understatement for you. You make up so many lies like a kid in middle school."

I crossed my arms over my chest. Allie stood up from her seat, anger blazing in her eyes.

"You take that back," she warned. Her blue eyes were glaring at me and her painted pink lips were turned up into a snarl.

"I refuse to take back the truth," I deadpanned, "Now, if you excuse me, I have to go eat my food now with my friends. Because unlike your friends, mine actually like me for who I am and not who I pretended to be."

I sent her a small wave, backing away from the table and right over to mine. People hollered and cheered. I felt much better that I got that out. I'm sick to death of Allie acting like she is the best, when we are all fair.

"Good job Nova," Nate grins and high fives me. "You kicked her butt. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," I grinned back, "I had to get that off my chest. I was on the toilet when they were bitching about me," I rolled my eyes, "They can't even think of good reasons to bitch about."

Emily stood up and hugged me, "If she bitches about you again, you have permission to bash her," she whispers in my ear. I chuckle lightly, "I know you're against violence though so I'll do it for you."

"Thanks Emily."

I sat down to eat my food which I packed for myself this morning. I got up earlier than usual and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and packed a small packet of chips since the food the cafeteria serves is barely edible. I pulled out my sandwich and started to devour it, when someone took a chunk out of the side of it.

I gasped, turning to my head to the side to see who it was that bit it. I gaped, it was Tyler. He was giving me the puppy dog eyes, sitting in the seat beside me. With his bottom lip jutted out and his eyebrows furrowed a little-the perfect concoction for an irresistible puppy dog face.

"I'm sorry."

I hit his arm. Hard. "Like you're getting away with it that easy," I grinned.

Maybe Tyler isn't so bad after all. Maybe being in a fake relationship wouldn't have made a difference. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I pulled it up only to see a message from Nate.

I looked up at Nate, who sat right in front of me, with an amused look. I opened his message and read it.

Nova, Nova, Nova.

I knew from the start that what you were doing wasn't going to work, but it's hard to stop you and Tyler when you guys are on a mission. I want you to know that just because there aren't guys dating you or asking you out every waking moment-doesn't mean that you're a guy. Maybe being one of the boys isn't such a bad thing? Because, wouldn't it make it more special when you date someone who doesn't see you that way? A guy who sees you for who you really are, not some stupid stereotype that everyone calls you.

You aren't a guy. You have boobs, obviously.

And no, I'm not professing my undying love for you-I would rather date my cat-because I like someone else and I know for a fact that you know who. I'm saying that fake dating someone was putting yourself out for failure. You need to find a guy who will see you for your personality, your humor, your quirks and flaws and love every single one of them.

I'd say that I don't know someone who may feel like that, but then I'd be lying ;)

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