Operation: Loser by C. Joyce & Jessica Pham -or- Jessica Pham & C. Joyce (books for 8th graders .txt) 📕

guess who I saw? Brittney, Nate, and Chloe. And the rest of the school. I got out of my car and slammed the door shut.

A few heads turned my way, but most were too focused on the fight.
I stood there silently among the crowd and observed my former best friend and girlfriend's spat.

"...why not let whores drive? I mean, seriously, we're a lot safer on the road instead of you sluts stopping in the middle of a highway just to bang some jock."

God, I couldn't help it, as everyone 'oohed' and 'burned', I was cracking up and slapping my leg. I looked like a lunatic, but Chloe dissing my ex is just hilarious!

Brittney started yelling again, so I tuned out and walked away.

After the fight broke off, I caught up with Chloe at her locker. Just because I turned to a jock doesn't mean that I completely block out my old friends.

When Brittney and her gang made fun of Chloe, I was forced to laugh and play along. I can still remember vividly, that day that I chose Brittney over her. That look of betrayal. And then her eyes clouded over with hate. And raw anger.

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As I made my way down the hallway, There were stares directed my way and whispering from all around. I ignored them all, but it felt weird. I saw Chloe at her locker with a Asian girl.

"...Jake practically lost it and started to beat up Nate. Along with breaking up with Brittney in front of people after the game!" She had tear tracks down her face because she was laughing so hard. "OH MAN! You should've been there!" she burst.

I was already right behind her as she whispered, "No way.."

I decided to make my presence known, so I answered her, "Yes way, Chloe Vanessa Jay Willows." her body froze and she slowly turned around.

"No way.." she repeated.

"Uh- buh-bye!" Her friend waved and ran off. She refused to look anywhere near me as we were left alone... Well, as alone we could get with the whole school in the hallway.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and rocked back and fourth on my heels. We stood there in an awkward silence before I decided to break it, "So... How's life?"

"Good." She still wouldn't look at me.

We lapsed into another silence. "You're a loser, right?"

She scowled at me, "Gee, thanks for pointing that out."

I took my hands out of my pockets and held them up in surrender, "Just asking."

"Why...?" She asked suspiciously.

I avoided the question and asked another one, "Do you hate me?" Her mouth shut and formed a straight line. She didn't say anything. That was my answer. I gave her my best puppy dog face.

Her eyes seemed to melt for a second, but then they turned blank. "What do you want?" She asked icily.

I flinched back at her tone. I decided to get to the point, "Teach me how to be a loser."
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"What?"

"Teach me how to be a loser." I repeated.

"I heard you the first time." She shot.

She was silent for a moment, "Why? Why do you want to be a loser?"

"Drama." I answered. When she didn't say anything, I asked her again, softly. "Will you teach me?"

"No." Her answer was quick and sharp. There was no hesitation, whatsoever.

So I resorted to my begging mode. "Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Aw, come on!" I begged.

"I said no!" she yelled, as the bell rang. She smirked because we don't have homeroom together.

I squinted my eyes at her. "This isn't over."

"Yes it is!" she yelled.

"No, it's not."

*Edited by lose.it.to.you*

Chapter 5

~Chloe's POV.~

"Ah! Will you stop following me! It's really annoying!" I screamed past my shoulders.

Short summary: I said no to help Jake to turn him into a loser. He thought it was good idea if he learn from the best, me. God, he calls me the biggest loser and now he wants my help to turn him into one. Why would he want a life like me? It's horrible!

Anyways now, he's following me like a lost puppy all around school campus. Little puppies chasing you are cute but a hormone-filled teen boys aren't.

"NO!" Jake stubbornly said back, "Not on till you agree to help me with my problem!" I paused my heels so did he.

I gave him my best 'I'm warning you' glare, which caused him to smirk.

"You're not scary at all, you actually look pretty, cute." And that...caused me to blush. Damn! This boy's good playing with my feelings.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah save it playboy." I replied back to him rolling my eyes.

He started to pretend to pout.

"You think I'm a man whore?" Damn again! He's using my weakness, those puppy dog eyes! Curse you Jake Marshall!

All of a sudden, my throat harden causing it hard to talk,

"N…No! I..I called you a PLAYBOY! There’s a difference… Sort of…?“That's when I knew I was losing, to him.

"What's that difference?"

"I-I don't know! Do you or do you not want my help!" Check mate. Game over. I lost, he just won.

A victory smile showed up on Jake's face,

"Like I said. Turn me into a loser without any drama in my life." So that's why...drama...he hates his life because of it. I wonder who causes drama in his life, Brittney.

"Fine..." I raised up my hands in surrender,

"Under my conditions though."

"Like...what?" Jake questioned in confusion.

"Well..." I started to make a list, "One you will not question my lessons."

He interrupted me, "Deal."

"I'm not done yet!" I shouted at Jake.

"Ok. Ok. Calm down." Jake muttered at me.

I just breathe in my nose, annoyed.

"Two never interrupt me. Three only one lesson each day. 12 lessons is the max. I will only help you if you help me on my problem."

"What problem?"

Let's see what do I always want in my life. Hmm...no...I have that already, no, o.k. I got it!

"You have to find me the perfect boyfriend for me."

Jake snorted,

"I'm teenaged boy not a magician."

"Fine! If you don't want to I'm going now!" With that I storm my heels away for him.

"W…w…wait… WAIT!”" I heard him yell and again I stopped walking.
"Maybe I can't find a perfect boyfriend for you. But, ah-maybe I can transform you to a girl every single guy likes."

"No, you have to find me a perfect boyfriend. Or no deal!" I shouted at him.

"Fine..." One real life fact, if you shake your hands, it means you accept. So I took out my hands and Jake quickly shook it.

He wouldn't let go of my hand. Weird...."Ah, Jake." I was looking in his sapphire blue eyes. Those dreamy blue eyes...wha-what?! No, No, No, No, calm down Chloe. You hate him remember!

Jake stared into my hazel eyes and then down on our hands that were still holding.

"Oh! Sorry..." He finally let my hand go causing it to drift down to my side.

"Bye then... I'll see you later." Jake said before he started to walk away off to his next class. Shit! Class, I forgot about it. Oh man, oh man, I'm going to be late! I grab my book bag tightly huffing to my next class.

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I had music class next. I race and slammed the door open.

"You're late!" Mr. Mute, my music teacher, yelled at me.

I just muttered a "sorry" and down on my chair in the back.

Mr. Mute went back to the blackboard. "O.k. class you're doing a song in front of the class." Everyone groaned, "You're singing with a partner." Once again the class groaned.
"Will you stop groaning! I'm not done yet! You have to come up with your own song about your partner in rhyme with Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Who has the best song, wins. Who wants to go first?"

No one, at all, raised their hand.

"I'm choosing then, huh- Chloe..." Oh. Shit!

"And...how about...Brittney..." Double shit!

We both got up to the front of the class. Brittney grim like a devil.

"And...begin!"

Brittney started to ‘sing’ A.K.A screaming

"Little, Little, little loser you stink. Now go now cause you reek." She smirked at me. Oh, is this her best? I'll show her my best,

"Twinkle, twinkle little whore. Keep your legs close, you're not a door." I smirked back her, take that whore! The class just

"OH!" and laughed. While Mr. Mute had a full amusement on his face. He was clearly enjoying this.

She just glared at me and began to bleed my ears, "Little, little, freak. No one likes you so go drown and weep." So, that kind of hurt....

"Twinkle, twinkle little whore. You're at school not in Jersey Shore." I heard the class slack their knee laughing their ass off, but I just continue,

"Twinkle, twinkle little whore,
Keep your legs close, you're not a door.
Twinkle twinkle little whore,
Your at school not Jersey Shore.
You are such an ugly mess,
Please go find a longer dress..."

"Song over! Miss Willows wins!" Mr. Mute shout to the entire class as I bowed. Brittney stormed off, stomping back to her desk.

*Edited by lose.it.to.you*

Chapter 6

~Jake's POV.~

As I made my way to lunch, it seemed as if everyone was whispering about me. Jake this, Jake that. I wanted to turn around and scream at them to shut the fuck up.
But I kept my cool.

I trudged to the lunch line, and payed for my sandwich. Now came the hard part. Before, I used to sit at the popular table with Brittney.

But sitting there is out of the question, now. I couldn't sit with Chloe, because she still hated me. Just because she agreed, doesn't mean that she's automatically my friend.
And I couldn't sit with anyone else, because before, when I was a jock,