The Not So Perfect Life Of A Perfectionist 1 Captain America Is Hotter!

"I declare that Captain America is hotter than both Spider-Man and Thor."

I looked at my opponents. Two to be exact. Was this their strategy? Being straightforward and confident? I smiled. Two can play at that game.

"Shut up you complete and utter idiots. Thor is hotter and I stake my life and knowledge on this fact. If what you're saying is true then swear on the lives of your brethren."

The enemies' faces were taken back as they coughed in anxiety. I have not only insulted them but threw dirt on their faces. I smirked. All that's left for them is to admit defeat.

A laugh rose into the tension filled air. I and the two opponents looked to the source with glares.

"For h.e.l.l's sake people! You guys should look at your faces! It's like you're discussing the future of the world right now!"

The previous foes have now become my friends as we face a new enemy.

"Kayla, did we ask you to b.u.t.t in?"

My voice dripped with venom. Kayla's previous laughter was now stifled as tears came to her eyes.

My enemies smirked. That's right. Kayla can cry all she wants. There is no remorse for the enemy.

"Stop the fake tears Kayla and join our side of the fight."

Oh wow. The enemy's commander was quite a brazen bi**h.

Kayla looked at me and smirked. I watched her walk towards the other side of the lunch table. So captain America was garnering more support than the love of my life Thor? Hmm. Interesting.

"Thor has more muscles, as he got them naturally compared to the scientifically modified captain America of yours."

This was my last shot. Done out of desperation. It was a tactic which I refuse to use usually, but I have to this time.

The commander of the enemy turf banged the table with her fist. Her features contorted with pure rage.

"Do not sully the name of captain America with your dirty Thor loving mouth. We are at war but we must be civilized!"

Kayla's glare burned a hole in my forehead. I was not going to be intimidated. I'm only getting started. I rolled up my sleeves and stood up. This had to be a fight to the death!

"Macy, Kayla, Nanami, Aysha, Zoey, and Colette, how many times have I told you all to stop yelling at lunch!"

That's it. The war has reached an armistice. We must form an alliance against this new enemy. Mrs. kadjil. Her short temper and sharp tongue cause all sorts of havoc.

The sound of stilettos vibrated the concrete ground below.

A "b.i.t.c.h" was whispered into the air. I nodded at the enemy commander. Her dark locks and tan skin contrasted with her white t-shirt. She may be an enemy but I have to admit that she is a looker!

"Macy how many times have I told you to watch yourself while we're in lunch?"

Aysha looked over to me with concern. Her hijab covered her overflowing black hair and part of her emerald eyes. I turned my head to look at my surroundings.

My ears tickled as the sound of someone typing sounded. I looked to the source. Of course, it was the strategist of the enemy lines. Nanami. Her straight black hair swept back in a lazy bun as she covered herself with a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

What the h.e.l.l?

What the absolute h.e.l.l?

Why am I surrounded by such beautiful friends? I don't think of myself as being unattractive but they're supermodels for h.e.l.l's sake!

"Wtf is wrong with Macy now?" A slight accent allowed the r to roll.

Ugh. The true beauty, Colette. She moved to the states from Paris four years ago. Her trendy outfits and doll like face have allowed her to be elected as the school's beauty queen three years in a row. What hurts is how she doesn't know it.

Tch. I'm sure that she has a boyfriend in every state.

(Says the jealous single girl who has never dated or been touched).

Sigh. Beautiful people, am i right?

Just to be clear if you thought that this was going to be your typical popular vs nerd kids story, then your dead wrong. But if you're expecting a popular guy and nerd girl dating story then you may be right. But if you're expecting a story about the comical and awkward moments of a teen girl then,

Congratulations mother trucker you have come to the right place. Now enjoy the story of my imperfect life as a perfectionist.

Warning

Don't drink milk while reading. I repeat do not drink milk or any liquid too be exact. There is a high risk of snorting and choking while reading this. Don't say I didn't warn you!

The author has stated that she will not take responsibility for any accidents

Now sit your a.s.s down and enjoy.