Shortie

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•Amethyst•

I quickly pulled out my black, off-the-shoulder long-sleeved shirt, my denim shorts with black and white, plaid suspenders, and my black fishnet tights and whisked into my bathroom. I quickly put on the clothes and sighed when I realized I had to do my hair. I hopped onto the counter, since I was far too short to reach the cabinet above to sink, and grabbed all of my make-up and hair products. After spending about thirty minutes on my hair and make-up, I had put my wavy auburn locks into a messy ponytail with too strands of hair framing my face. I had on foundation, concealer, winged eyeliner, mascara, and nude lipstick. When I was happy with that I smiled and ran into my room. I quickly put on my glasses, grabbed my phone off of the charger, put on my black and white high top Converse, grabbed my backpack and keys, and skipped downstairs.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed a Granny Smith apple before kissing my dad on the forehead, his already dressed self reading his phone at the table, and waved goodbye to him. I hopped into my car that was in the driveway and smiled at myself in the rear view mirror.

My hair was looking extra wavy that day and was shiny and soft. My eyes were still their mix of green and brown and looked big with my long lashes and winged eyeliner. My lips were plump and soft and my face didn't have any mess ups on it. My tan skin was glowing in the sunlight and I looked really pretty.

Not pretty enough to be noticed at my school, but pretty.

I pulled out of my driveway and rode to school, singing one of the songs that I made when I was younger. When I got to school, I quickly pulled into a parking spot, grabbed my stuff, and ran to my locker.

I was what you would call a "nerd" at my school.

I wore glasses, cared about my schoolwork, got the best grades, hadn't had my first kiss yet, didn't flirt with guys, was fairly unpopular, was the teachers pet, and didn't have many friends. I did have one, Samantha, but she was super popular and gorgeous and I don't know how she ended up being my friend. She just liked me.

I wasn't a complete nerd, though. I had a sense of style, I wore make-up, and I was really athletic, you could tell just by looking at me.

Once I got to my locker I unloaded my stuff and grabbed all the things I would need for my first class: Chemistry AP. I had that one with Samantha, as well as some other popular people but I didn't talk to them (as I was too shy to).

When I had all of my stuff I walked to Samantha's locker and waited for about ten minutes until she scurried up to me a large smile on her face.

Samantha was absolutely gorgeous. She had long, silky, blonde hair that went all the way to her butt, even when curled! Her eyes were an icy blue that went to green on the outsides. She also had big doe eyes so she looked really innocent all of the time. Her eyelashes were long and surprisingly black, though her hair was really light. She was taller than me, about five-foot seven inches, and was just as athletic as I was.

She was wearing a light pink skater dress that went well with her fair complexion with black knee-high heeled boots. She was wearing the same amount of make-up as me yet she looked so much better, not that I was surprised.

"AMY!" She squealed as she crushed me in a hug.

I laughed. "Sammy!" I cheered back.

She pulled away and looked me up and down with a large smile. "You look beautiful, not that that's anything new."

I blushed slightly, but thankfully for my Latina heritage, she couldn't really notice. "Thanks. I was thinking the same about you myself."

Samantha giggled. "Thank you!" She turned and opened her locker. "So," she started as she grabbed her books. "What did you do this weekend?" She asked.

"We both know that you know what I did this weekend and that you just want to tell me what you did this weekend. So, come on. Spill," I stated bluntly.

Samantha laughed as she closed her locker. "Xander and I hung out and watched Netflix, made out a little, you know, the usual." She shrugged with a huge smile. "I really like the usual!"

I sighed happily. "I finished the book, by the way! It was so good!"

"Don't spoil-" Samantha screamed as Xander picked her up before she could finish her sentence.

"Hey babe!" He chuckled as he kissed her on the cheek.

Samantha blushed. "Hey."

I waved. "Hi Xander."

Xander put Samantha down and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Hey Amethyst." He nodded. "I like your hair."

I smiled. "You're just saying that so I can compliment yours."

He shrugged with a smirk. "You caught me." He ruffled my hair a little bit. "I've got to go to class but I'll see you two later?"

I nodded while Samantha kissed his cheek. "Yep!" We said at the same time.

Xander chuckled and walked away but not before hugging Samantha.

Xander was part of the hot, popular guys group. He had hazel eyes, sharp jawline, was tall, about six feet, had messy brown hair, and played soccer so he was pretty toned. Most girls swooned over his kind personality or good looks.

I wasn't like most girls.

Neither was Samantha, since she hadn't fallen for any guys in the hot and popular group but Xander fell for her. After she saw how nice, sweet, and funny he was, she agreed to go on a date with him and it all went up from there. They had been dating for a year and I hadn't  seen her happier.

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I was walking to my locker when I heard someone calling for somebody.

"Hey! Little cutie!" They called.

I kept waking, since no one noticed me and I doubted that it would've started then. It was a hallway full of cute girls, all of them much cuter than me, so why would they be calling for me?

They whistled. "Shortie with the ponytail!" They called, their voice now closer to me.

I still kept walking to my locker since there were still several other girls, who were taller than me but still relatively short, wearing ponytails.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder once I got to my locker. I turned around and my breath caught in my throat at who was looking at me.

Maximus King. The hottest guy in all of Hillside High. With his jet black hair that was always messy but still looked amazing, his steel grey eyes that all the girls talked about, his sharp jawline that could cut someone, his tall, six-foot five inches form that towered over me, his really tan skin, and his strong form that could easily take out pretty much all of the guys in school, he was what every girl looked for.

He had a bit of a bad reputation, well, a lot of a bad reputation, but most girls didn't care about that. I cared, and was very afraid of him and all of his friends except for Xander. In fact, if he had a reputation of sleeping around, I think I would've avoided him like the plague.

Good thing he only flirted with girls and never slept, kissed, or touched them.

"Hey, shortie, I was talking to you," he said with his deep voice.

I cleared my throat after a few seconds of me gaping at him. "S-sorry. I-I didn't k-know," I squeaked.

He chuckled. "I even said 'shortie with the ponytail!' yet you still didn't know." I gulped. "That's cute," he said.

I blinked a few times before turning to my locker, trying to hide my embarrassment, and opened it up.

When I was getting my stuff for next period I could still feel his presence next to me. Once I had gotten all of my stuff I turned to him and saw him smirking. I cleared my throat a looked down at my shoes.

"I-is there something y-you wanted?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged. "Yeah, but you seem a little busy staring at the floor." He waved. "I'll see you later."

I don't know what possessed me to say this, but whatever it was it had to be from the fiery depths of hell because God knows I wouldn't have said it otherwise.

I snapped my head up. "You can tell me now!"

Maximus turned around and smiled. "Let's go to history, shall we?" He walked over and wrapped an arm around my shoulder and started to lead me to our class. "I've noticed some things about you, shortie. One, your name is Amethyst Stone which is pretty cool. Two, you have never been in trouble in all of your years of school, I know since we've been in the same schools since we were three. Three, you're super athletic and usually win all the time in gym but you don't brag about it unlike other kids. Four, you only have one friend, two if you count my man Xander. Five, you're super shy and tend to bite your lip when your nervous, like your doing now," I quickly let go of my lip from my teeth as soon as I realized I was doing that. "Six, you're always getting the best grades. Seven, you let people say what they say about you and you don't react. Eight, you're so tiny! Nine, you've never flirted in your life. And Ten, you really like to read."

He dropped his arm off my shoulder once we got to the classroom and walked in behind me. I scurried to my usual seat in the front of the room and sat down while Maximus went to his seat in the back. I put my books in the desk, except for my notebook, as I could tell we were going to take notes that day, and fiddled with part of my suspenders.

He knows so much about me. I've never talked to him, I usually run away from him when he comes my way in the halls, heck I rarely look at the guy! But he's payed attention to me. He's learned a lot about me. He must be a really observant person because I try my hardest to stay under the radar. Most kids don't even know my name yet he knows that I bite my lip when I'm nervous! Why has he paid so much attention to me? Why did he notice my small self in the halls? What important things have I done at this school? I'm so confused.

Before I could analyze the situation any further, a paper ball hit the side of my head. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around the room to see who would throw it at me. I saw Maximus shamelessly ripping out another paper from his binder, crumpling it up, and throwing it at my head. I quickly dodged it and turned back to the board, thinking that he would be done with whatever he was trying to do.

He wasn't, but that didn't really surprise me.

He then threw another paper ball, yet that one had a sticky note that said "read" on it, and it landed on my desk. I unraveled the ball and saw, in rushed handwriting: nice dodge, shortie. P.S. Eleven: You're the cutest girl I've ever met.

What the fuck? Was the first thought that came to my head.

The bell rang before I could think of anymore insults. I looked up at our teacher, Mr. Rogers, and got ready to write down some notes.

"No notes today class! I'm giving you your partners for the new group project that I just decided I am going to make you all do!" He cheered.

Everyone groaned except for me, since I didn't care who my partner was, as long as they would do the work I was fine.

"This will mostly be done out of school and you guys will talk to me or ask peers about it in here... if that makes sense. Anydoodle! You guys are going to teach the class about the history you learned in middle and/or elementary school! Now for the partners," he grabbed a clipboard from God knows where and started reading out names. "Daniel and Hali, Maximus and Amethyst, Jack and other Jack..." I sighed and rested my chin on the desk with a pout.

I'm with Maximus. I groaned in my head as Mr. R said all of the names. I was already scared of the dude, more scared than before since he knew so much about me, and I also knew he was more into playing games than actually working. I mean, he played on his phone in pretty much all of our classes except for gym.

Once I saw everyone get up to move to sit by their partners, I looked back to see Maximus doing the same. I pushed up my glasses and opened my notebook to get some ideas down. He placed his notebook down on and smiled, which, I have to admit, made my heart beat a tiny bit faster at the sight.

Damn him for being so hot! I cursed to myself.

"So, shortie, what do ya want to teach?" He asked and he pulled up a chair.

I shrugged. "I liked the Civil War in seventh grade. We could do that," I suggested quietly.

He tilted his head to the side. "The Progressive Era was exceptionally better... but I'll write down Civil War as a possibility," he said as he scribbled down the two ideas we had.

I nodded and did the same when another idea popped into my head.

"How about Reconstruction? That one was actually pretty cool!" I said.

He chuckled. "Carpetbaggers and sharecropping was cool to you?" I nodded. He shrugged. "Okay then, let's add Reconstruction."

I smiled and wrote it down with him. "Why the Progressive Era?" I mumbled.

He looked up from his paper with a raised eyebrow. "Why Carpetbaggers?"

I shrugged. "The name was always funny to me. Plus, the south were the ones who were doing all of the damage with the slaves and all that yet the people from the north who took advantage of their poor state were 'awful people'. Yes, it was wrong what they did, but the slaveowners deserved it. They got a taste of their own medicine in my opinion."

Maximus smirked. "I was joking about the question, sweetheart, but good answer." He clapped and I blushed in embarrassment. "The Progressive Era was pretty cool, I think. I mean, the child labor, Unions, women's marches, ghettos, the Hull House... all of it was super interesting to learn about. There were kids six years younger than us, age eleven, working for twelve hours a day! That's always been baffling to me." He smirked. "But I do like the Reconstruction idea, shortie."

I smiled gently before thinking. "Well, The Progressive Era does have a lot more to teach and if we want a good grade, I'd choose more so we can impress Mr. Rogers. I like the Progressive Era, actually. Let's do that."

Maximus nodded and circled The Progressive Era on his paper. "We've got ourselves a project, shortie."

My name isn't shortie!