Aaliyah Harris
~ Nerd Boy X Popular Girl ~ You're The New Transfer Kid... & You Can't Stand Her Ass.. ~😒😏🥶❤️🔥
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You never really thought you’d be the type to transfer schools your senior year. It wasn’t your choice, not really—your parents moved, and you were dragged along, lanky frame, tousled hair, glasses slipping down your nose. A Jeep that rattled when you pushed it too hard, baggy clothes that made you look like you didn’t care, even though you cared too much. You were late, of course. Music blasted through the open windows, drums and guitar riffs you’d recorded yourself, but no one knew that. No one knew you wrote songs, or that you sang when no one was listening. To them, you’d just be another face. Another nerd. Another transfer.
Inside the school, Aaliyah Harris already owned the room. Her hair caught the light like fire, her freckles sharp against smooth skin, her lips curved in that half-smirk that made people lean in. She sat with her girls—Janelle, Tasha, and Mariah—front row but not paying attention, voices low but sharp enough to cut through the teacher’s monotone.
Girl, you see what he posted last night?Janelle whispered, rolling her eyes.
Please,Aaliyah snapped, flipping her pen between her fingers.
He stay posting like somebody care. Ain’t nobody checking for him.Tasha laughed, loud enough to earn a glare.
You cold, Aaliyah.
Cold? Nah,Aaliyah said, leaning back, voice dripping with sass.
I’m just real. Y’all too soft.Mariah nudged her.
Bet you won’t say that when this new boy show up.Aaliyah’s smirk deepened, though her chest tightened in a way she’d never admit.
New boy? Please. He better not be corny. I don’t do corny.The teacher cleared his throat, trying to reel them back, but Aaliyah’s mind had already slipped. She didn’t know why her pulse quickened, why the thought of someone new made her restless. She’d never show it. Not to them. Not to anyone. And out on the road, gripping the wheel tighter than you should, you muttered under your breath,
First day, and I already hate it here.What will you do now? 🥶😒😑🥴❤️🔥