Mr. Popular And His Nerdy Sister novel Chapter 5

After grabbing my lunch from my locker, I make my way through the many hallways of Ridgeway and enter into the crowded cafeteria. One can seriously get lost in this school; I would know because I pretty much have. Anyways, students fill every table situated in the large room that is in desperate need of cleaning.

Though this is only my first day at this school, you can pick out the cliché groups: the jocks, the popular's, the studious (I'm not going to call them nerds because that can be offensive), and the foreign exchange students. There are other students gathered here and there that don't look like they're apart of a group, but I don't know what they would be classified as. Normals? Averages? Okay, no need for me to classify or stereotype them.

Looking around, I try to spot the new but familiar red head that had greeted me this morning. That very said red head starts to wave at me from a table in the corner of the cafeteria. To reach Ryland's table I have to pass by the popular's table where my brother currently sits with some people I recognize from my first night in California. I am so dreading walking past them because I just know they're going to make comments.

Adjusting my backpack on my shoulders, I build up enough courage to make the dreaded walk to the table. When I near the popular's table, a few of the girls and boys cough out loser, nerd, dork, and any name that you can think of that tears someone down.

Conner and I make eye contact and I am hopeful that he will stand up for me, but to my dismay he doesn't say anything. In fact, he looks away and engages in conversation with the girl next to him. Rude.

"What was all that about?" Ryland questions me as I take a seat across from her facing the popular's table.

"I'm being stereotyped and picked on by the popular's as one would call them," I reply staring at my brother who is currently staring down his sandwich. I wonder who's winning? Ha ha, I'm funny. Just then he looks up and we make eye contact once again, but this time he looks down shamefully. "And the fact that my brother doesn't say anything to stop them makes it even worse," I grumble unzipping my lunch box.

"Ignore them. They think they're all high and mighty, but they really aren't. I can't wait till they go to college and realize that their popularity in high school wasn't all that. Reality is going to hit them like a truck," she encourages before taking a bit of her Mac n' cheese. My favorite. "Who's your brother?" She adds taking another bite of her deliciousness.

"You're right. Their popularity isn't going to matter in the real world. And Conner Parker is my brother," I reply pulling out my ham sandwich. Ryland's mouth falls open causing me to knit my eyebrows in confusion. "Shut your mouth before you swallow a fly," I tease her causing her to snap back into reality.

"Okay, maybe I do," she admits. "But I'm in no way, shape, or form obsessed. I promise you that." I smile at her before we finish lunch and head to our next class.

The school day could not have ended any sooner. Most of the classes I am in are boring. Not because of the subject, but because I literally know everything they are teaching. Back at Creekview we were ahead of every school which means that I have already learned everything they are teaching here. And I may or may not be a book worm and read educational books. I also may or may not be a hopeless romantic, but that's a secret that you cannot tell anybody. And I mean anybody! Not even your pet rock if you have one!

"Marley," my brother approaches me at my locker.

"Oh, so am I not too much of an unpopular that you can talk to me? Or is it because your friends aren't around to make fun of you for talking to me?" I snap. Okay, that was a tiny bit rude, but I can't take it back now.