Michelle J
Michelle J's Book(1)
The Nerd Can Fight
Young Adult 'You have got to be shitting me! You are fucking kidding me! A girl, you paired me up with a girl?!" .
'Go home, little girl. This is not where you belong," he mocked me and my attention flew to the big board, ticking off the time. The fight had already started.
'What are you going to do? Cry and slap me?" With that last sentence, I caved into his latter wish. I slapped him.
'You hit like a girl!" He spat. His hand reached up to pat his cheek. His palm came in contact and he winced, his eyes becoming glassy and he gritted his teeth.
'What the fuck?" He whispered audibly and the crowd went wild the minute they saw red, raw fingertip marks were visible on his cheek.
'Thanks for the compliment," I taunted with pride referring to his taunts of me being a girl.
'Still think I'm not worth fighting against?" I mocked, pretending to file my nails and I heard him growl.
I saw him advanced by the ends of my visions and the second he lunged, I side stepped him and tut him at his dubious state, 'Too slow."
Cassandra Johnson is Pixie. Pixie is Cassandra Johnson. She's the same girl who's leading two extremely different lives.
Nobody would suspect the school's nerd as Pixie. 'Cause Pixie's a street fighter badass and the nerd does not have a single badass bone in her body.
The chances of people discovering this peculiar secret is close to none but of course this is where fate inserts the certified new boy into the equation and makes an exception for him. 
