A/n: This story is sort of like the Disney movie how to build a better boy, but with an Naked Brothers Band twist. Hope you enjoy!

High school sucks. There are two classifications for high school: popular and unpopular. In popular you have the jocks, the cheerleaders, the dancers, the heartthrobs, the varsity jocks, the preps, the rich kids, the yearbooks, the musicians, and the class leaders. And in the unpopulars (the UPs) there's the nerds, the gamers, the wallflowers, the filmmakers, the writers, the class clowns, the anime lovers, the hackers, the robotics nerds, the artists, the drama nerds, the slackers, the emos, the skaters, the hipsters, the hip hop dancers, the rebels, the parkours, the street artists, the punk rockers, the goths, and the auto clubs.

Me, I'm a robotics nerd. Well, I'm also classified as a nerd, gamer, a filmmaker, and a hacker, but I mostly go by robotics nerd. My best friend, Rosalina, she was a popular in middle school. But she spent more time on her grades and got bumped down to UPs once we started high school. She's now a robotics nerd, a gamer, and a hacker. My brother, Alex, he's only in the seventh grade but he's an unpopular. He remains as a robotics nerd, as do my other friends: David, Qaasim, Thomas, and Cooper. Although David and Thomas are also hackers and Cooper and Qaasim are extreme gamers too.

Being unpopular is not fun. Especially when your best friends was once a popular, and her exboyfriend hates you and your friends for some reason. Trevor Madfinch is a junior, and he hates our guts. We're just 'lowly sophomores', according to him. So today, the first day of October, Rosalina and I were heading to robotics class. Qaasim, Thomas, David, and Cooper had a different period of robotics.

"How do you think you did on that math test?" I asked her.

"I was so distracted," she admitted. "I probably did really awful."

"You couldn't have done that bad," I said. "Your Rosalina Tai, you're the smartest girl I know."

She had a small blush on her cheeks. "Oh stop it," she said, shoving me playfully.

"Watch, tomorrow when we get our grades, your gonna have the best grade in the class," I said.

"No, you're gonna have the best grade in the class," she said, nudging my shoulder.

"Maybe we'll have equally awesome grades," I said.

"You know it," she said, slapping my expanding hand.

Rosalina and I have been close friends since kindergarten. I was taking apart a remote control car and trying to put it back to together when she first came over. She sat on the floor next to me, taking one of the part I was holding from me. "I think this goes over here," she said, placing it. I screwed it into place, then smiled at her.

"Thanks," I said.

"If you want I could help you finish it," she offered.

"Thank you," I said. "I'm Nat, by the way."

"I'm Rosalina," she said. "But if want, you can call me Rosie."

We've been best friends since. Rosalina is the best person ever. She's super smart, but all of middle school she acted like a dumb cheerleader. She was really good at cheering, but it felt awful to have her so distracted and distant from her grades and stuff. She once got an 91 on an English test. She did not care either! She's never scored so low before. Before that her lowest score was a 98. So I had to do something drastic.

But before I get to something I should regret but don't, let me tell you about my first kiss. Rosalina and I were toying around with an Xbox in the middle of the night. It was off season from her cheer career, so she was fully focused on school. It was before she started dating that douch Trevor, so she was pretty much happy. After we finished our tinkering, we started watching a Channing Tatum movie (her choice, not mine), Step Up, and eating popcorn.

"How do you become a kisser like Channing?" Rosalina asked in a daze.

"He probably has practiced on like, all the people working on set," I said, making her laugh.

"If that's true then you'll be an awful kisser," she said. "You have no experience what so ever."

"It's not like you've had a kiss," I said.

"Then let's kiss," she said.

"What?" I asked, pausing the movie and looking at her.

"Yea," she said. "Not that it'll mean anything. Just so that once we do get into a relationship we won't be awful kissers."

"Makes sense," I said.

"I told you, I'm very logical." she said.

"Alright, no science, no logic," I said. "At least that's what Qaasim told me."

"How hard can this be?" she asked, turning to face me.

I smiled at her, seeing her smile back. I brushed the hair from her face, leaning in closer before our glasses crashed together. We both started laughing, leaning back. She took off my glass, and quickly leaned in and kissed me.

"Woah," I said. "That was, cool."

She smiled, taking the remote from behind me. "Now you have your experience and I have mine."

So now onto my biggest mistake ever. Don't worry, I'll get to the point of this story. But you need all this info first. When we were in the seventh grade, Rosalina was really thriving as a cheerleader. She was actually taking that elective instead of robotics or an extra science. The only time I saw her was in math and lunch, and in both class she didn't even think about talking to me. Ed and Trevor were going strong, and I was losing my best friend. Until one day Trevor, Mackenzie, and Ashley (two of the cheerleaders) came up to me when I was walking home.

"Hey Nat," Mackenzie said. "We need your help."

"I don't care how much money you give me, I'm not doing your homework." I said, stopping to face them.

"It's about Rosalina," Trevor said.

"You mean the girl that was oxen my best friend but you stole her away from me," I said.

"Yea," Ashley said. "We want you to take her back."

"Why?" I asked.

"She's throwing off the balance of everything!" Ashley exclaimed. "She can't be a cheerleader and a geek. It's not right. You can cross over from UPs to the Popular."

"So what am I supposed to do about it?" I asked. "She hasn't talked to me in almost two years."

"If she can't cheer, she can't be popular," Mackenzie said.

"You want me to break her?" I asked in disbelief.

"No, we want you to make a robot that can break her," Trevor corrected.

"I don't want to hurt Rosalina," I said simply.

"If she can't cheer, then she'll join your robotics squad again," he said. "And you can have her all to yourself."

"And we'll give you the money you need for supplies." Mackenzie said.

"So if I do this, Rosalina will stop hanging out with you guys and will come back to us?" I asked.

"Yep," Trevor said.

"This sounds like a bad idea," I mumbled. "I'll do it."

So, a few weeks later, my evil device was finished. I put it in place in the gym where Rosalina was going to do her amazing cartwheels. Me and the guys went to every game, and I didn't tell them about my evil plan. When I saw Rosalina do her cart wheel, I activated the machine which sprayed water on the floor. She slipped and broke her leg.

I had regretted that since I saw her laying in the hospital. Now everyday, she has a little limp in her walk. But she's pretty happy that we're still friends. After the accident, she couldn't cheer and Trevor broke up with her. She was really upset, but she's better now. So yea, after robotics today, Rosalina and I were sitting at our favorite spot in the cafeteria, the perfect distance between the bathroom and the trash.

"So, how's your side project going?" David asked, sitting down across from us.

"Great," I said. "I'm almost done with the exoskeleton and then I can start with the outer layer."

"Is it working?" Rosalina asked.

"I don't know yet," I said. "That's why you guys are gonna come over today, remember."

"Well if it isn't the nerd squad," Trevor said, standing over the table.

"Actually according to your made up statuses, we are the robotics group," Thomas said.

"Actually I don't care," Trevor said. "Cause I'm cool and your not."

"Do we look like we care?" Rosalina asked.

"Nat does," he said. "Look at him, he's such a sad sack. Hasn't even kissed a girl."

"Actually I have," I said.

"Your robot doesn't count," he said, making people around us laugh.

"First, kissing a robot is a jock move because everyone knows that doing that would send electricity through your body and not the good kind." I sad, making people laugh harder. "Second, I have kissed Rosalina."

"Maybe if you ever listened when we went out you'd know," Rosalina said.

"Well at least I have a girlfriend," Trevor said.

"I have a girlfriend," I stated. Well, I lied.

"You do not," Trevor argued.

"Yea I do," I said. "You just don't know her cause she's from...Jersey."

"Yea, you have a Jersey girl," Trevor said. "Like I'm supposed to believe that. And what might her name be?"

"Her name is..Brooklyn," I said.

"And how come no one has heard of Brooklyn?"

"I already told you, she lives in New Jersey," I said.

"I'll believe it when I see it," Trevor said.

"Well lucky for you, she's coming to visit." Close your mouth Nat. "She's spending October in New York as a part of a musical program she's in."

"Can't wait to meet her," Trevor said. Tomorrow."

"She'll be glad," I said as he walked away.

What did I just do?