Connie strained and wheezed as she lifted a hefty brown cover book onto the table and set it down with a thud.
"Nerdology?" Nat asked.
"It's supposed to say Intellectualism... but there are SOME unnamed meatheads who found that name humorous and wrote over the true title." Nerma said as she glared harshly at a chucking redhead wearing a tank top and shorts.
"Which brings us to our first major item: The Intellectual's place in this school." Jeanette said as she opened the book.
Each of the school's groups was on a scale of 1 to 5, with one being incompatible and 5 being compatible.
"What's this really mean?" Nat asked.
"Simple: the groups at 1, the jocks, the punks, the cheerleaders, the bimbos, the back alley gang (Nat saw that they looked pretty ghetto, and one of them scowled at her)... they basically hate us." Connie said.
"The groups at 5, the goths, the golf and swim teams, the drama club, the business students, the anime club... they actually like being around us." Nerma said.
From there it was a discussion of basically how to be one of them: talking intelligently, dressing in the style of a nerd (mostly blouses, polos, t-shirts themed after something like Star Wars), the proper diet (Nat's sandwich was tossed and replaced with pickled herring), and so and so forth.
"Yeah, I'll be sure to meet up with you guys later." Nat said, groaning as soon as the brainiacs were out of sight.
"What a bunch of... *hurf*" Nat grumbled as she bumped into someone.
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you there." Nat said as she looked into the face of...