Diary of a Nerd King #2: The Complete 2nd Season - Episodes 1 to 8 Read Free Page B

experience with women than him, but I still didn't have a clue what just happened between me and Jordan. 
     
    All I knew was I didn't like the feeling, and I wanted it to stop right now.  That's probably part of this whole angry girl game they play. 
     
    They know how bad it makes you feel, so they know you'll do almost anything to get it to stop.  Pretty smart if you think about it.  It's like a devious female conspiracy to secretly control the world.
     

     
    I spent the whole next period, and then the next, trying to think of ways to make Jordan happy again.  My dad calls it trying to get out of the dog house.  I'm not really sure what that means, but it sounds kinda cool.
     
    My biggest problem was that I still couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong to get her mad at me.  It wasn't until half-way through my third class that it finally dawned on me.
     
    I probably didn't do anything wrong! 
     
    This was probably all part of how the world-wide-upset-girls-conspiracy worked!
     
    They got you so focused on trying to figure out what you did wrong, that you felt SO bad you'd do anything for them to get out of trouble, when REALLY, you didn't do anything wrong in the first place!
     
    Wow!  Girls are a LOT more complicated than I EVER thought! 
     
    You know, if I could invent a special tool to fix things when girls get mad at you, I’d probably make four hundred billion dollars!  Everybody’s Dad I know would buy one!!!
     

     
    But, even though I'd just made a major break-through, I still wasn't any further ahead in figuring out how to fix things.  I mean, it wasn't like I could just walk up to Jordan and tell her I knew all about the world-wide-upset-girls-conspiracy so she should stop being mad at me right now.
     
    I may not know much about women, BUT I sure know that wasn't going to work!
     
    I decided to write Jordan a poem.  Girls are always falling for mushy stuff like that, so I figured it had at least a 50/50 chance of working.
     
    It took me the rest of third class and all of fourth, but I was pretty pleased with what I finally came up with.
     

    (I started by addressing it to her with some hearts and a smiley face.  I don’t want her getting the wrong idea and getting even madder before she even reads it!)
     

     
    Pretty wicked awesome eh!  I especially like the last line, the part about her hair.  Girls are always obsessed with their hair, so I think working it into the poem is a stroke of genius!
     

    (I used the word “Love” to make sure that even if she didn’t like the poem, she’d hopefully still see I wrote it from the heart.  I drew another heart to emphasize the heart thing.  I drew lots of X’s and O’s for hugs and kisses.  Yeah, I know it’s a little mushy, but hey, I’m fighting for my life here!!!)
     
    I raced out of class as soon as fourth class ended and headed straight for Jordan's locker.  If I could catch her in time, I might be able to get this all straightened out before lunch!
     
    I made it there just in time!  Jordan was just closing her locker door and spinning the dial on her combo lock when she saw me coming. 
     
    I was a little worried that she'd storm off before I had a chance to give her my poem, but she smiled at me, which kinda' caught me off guard. 
     
    Next thing I knew, there she was throwing her arms around me, giving me a big hug, and gushing about how silly she was, and could I ever figure her, and she was so, so sorry, and on and on.
     
    I just kinda stood there dazed for a minute, my brain trying to figure out what had just happened. 
     

     
    I think I mumbled something like “sure,” “no problem,” “of course,” and a few other things that just seemed to come out naturally.
     
    Whatever just happened, it was over before I knew.  Jordan and I were holding hands and walking towards the lunch room together like this morning had never happened.
     
    I didn't even get a chance to give her my poem!
     
    Oh well, I