Geek Chic 19

I would have to say, that my soon-to-be boyfriend would have to be someone straight out from the storybooks or novels. You know, the ones with happy endings and the gals land straight into a big, nice, sensitive, (the list goes on and on) guy's arm?
I let the whole Andrew thing slipped out of my mind after I got this argument with Adam.
I was going to spill the beans on Adam, you know the girlfriend thing, when Adam decided to wrestle me on the hallway.
I mean, wrestle me?
That's crazy, even if he got me bashed up till my last tooth falls off, I'm still going to tell. And anyway, Adam's too immature to handle a girlfriend. But fortunately, Mum climbed up the stairs with the basket of laundry before I could kick him at the you-know-where.
"What do you two think you're doing?" Mum ordered. She stopped at the stairs and stare at the both of us, bug-eyed. I looked from Mum to Adam, and hurriedly let go of his arms, as he hurriedly straighten himself.
"Tae-Kwondo."
"Dancing class."
The both of us answered differently in unison.
I slapped my forehead. TaeKwondo and Dancing Class? Doesn't clash.
"Whatever, just get down." Mum said again, leaving this case close. "And since when did you two have Tae-kwondo or dancing classes?"
I glanced at Adam as we walked down the stairs, "Mum, I have something to tell you." I said, shooting him a very dangerous look. Then I smiled smugly. "You're not gonna like it..."
"What?" she asked, walking down the stairs after dropping the laundry upstairs to be done after dinner. Adam, finding no more excuses or anymore ways to stop me, finally tickled me on my belly.
Hello? No touchy-touchy!
Then I slapped him, not that he had enough of slaps from Mary and I. And he gawked. Mum totally stopped and looked me, her mouth open.
"Did you just slap your brother's face?"
"That's cuz' he touched me!"
"He what you?!"
"I tickled her."
"Why?"
"Because..."
There's the time I could spill the beans out!
"Because he has a girlfriend and I wanted to announce it and he wanted to stop me!" I grinned, filled with pride and self satisfaction. There, in any time now, mum's gonna totally blow. And I just can't wait.
*
Here I am, sitting across from Dad at the dining table. And no, Mum didn't blow.
Actually, she did. But not from anything I thought she was supposed to, but for joy. Because Adam had a girlfriend.
Mary.
And Mum doesn't even know who she is, what more how the both of them could be such a match. Dad just kept silent the whole conversation, and then he voiced out at the end.
"Bring her home, and we'll talk about it." And then he brought the plates to the sink as I slumped down my chair, playing the mash with my fork, and looking disgustedly at Adam and his overturned embarrassment to relief.
"Mum, how could you be happy for him?" I asked, "He's 15, and Mary's 13."
Mum didn't look up from her plate, nor did she stop smiling. "13? That's sweet."
WHAT?!
"Okayy... you have officially gone crazy." After dinner, I was going to scoop the truth out of Mary, and leave Mum and Adam, talking about what I don't want to know about yet.
You already guessed it.
*
My maroon coloured cordless phone was laying right there. And I had to just pick it up, dial her number, and talk. I was sitting leg-crossed on my bed, Adam downstairs with Mum and Dad watching news on TV. No one was going to invade in right now. I have two choices:

1. Call Mary.
2. Listen to Mum's conversation with Adam and watch him go red, since it wasn't such a comfortable topic.

I chose one, of course.Considering Adam might be having a ball listening to number 2. He wouldn't go red, he'd just be enjoying and asking more intimate questions that would make me go 'EWW' anytime.
So whatever, I called. And dialed.
"Heyyy." She said into the phone. Ugh, she must have thought it was my brother.
"Look, this is not Adam. This is Winnie, and I need explanation."
She snorted. "What kinda explanation?"
I snorted back, way louder.
"The explanation that you are irrevocably in love with my brother."
"Gosh, you make me sound like I'm Bella Swan or something."
"Whatever, just spill. How could you like him, when you've slapped him on the face, and accused he actually got your brother into this situation?" I wasn't boiling or anything, but I was gittery and nervous. Talking to Mary at a time like this, I would actually pass.
"I didn't accuse him of spoiling my brother's future, because he really did it. But my mutual feelings for him, is - is - " she started, "real. I do like him, spoiling my bro's future or not."
I wanted to laugh out loud. This is so stupid, me and Mary? Talking about my disgusting, grotesque brother.
"You know, I don't know why you're angry at me for." I tried to turn the topic to us. "You know perfectly well, that I have no other friends apart from you..."
She didn't talk for a while.
"And I had no clue that whatever happened in the past concerned me or whatsoever!"
"I know," she replied."I thought, that, it was some joke, you bringing your brother. But I know, you didn't know. So I just had to calm down a little. I'm sorry I still haven't talked to you, I wanted to. I just didn't know where to start."
Okay, so there we go: I straightened out with Mary. Or Mary straightened it out with me. I guess I asked too much for explanations because as I listened, she explained further and further that she was sorry and that we should be friends and she even said if we were there, together, she'd be giving me a hug.
So finally, I stopped her because I totally got the message straight.
"Okay, I get it, Princess Mia." I said, because you know, Mia goes into details in Princess Diaries? Yeah, I was trying to say that, but she didn't get me. And I heard footsteps coming up, so I just told her I was going to talk to her tomorrow and that she was in trouble for dating such a low-class guy. And I hung up.
I heard Adam walked into his room and closed the door behind him.
I could snoop now and put my ear to his door and see what he's doing, but I guess I've been snooping enough.
*
When the clock hits midnight, I walked out of my room in my cotton PJs and down the staircase. Since it's Friday, I'm treating myself ice-cream in the middle of the night and watch some stuff on the TV. It's been long I haven't hogged a remote control out of someone's hand. I probably should do it soon. Randomly, out of the blues.
I opened the fridge and took the chocolate chip ice cream, Haagan Dazs, Yes! out of the fridge and got a spoon out, too. Then I climbed over the couch at the living room and turned on the TV. Today turned out to have accomplished something. I smiled to myself.
90210 was on right then.
You know, the guys are hot and all, but seriously, there's no need for the girls to just go bed-hopping all the time. It's just risking their own rep. I browsed through loads more of shows, and finally I found my all time fave -- iCarly.
In the middle of the night, yes. I haven't watched this episode, so I cleared out all of the stuff piling up in my brain and just threw it. After that show, I lingered a while longer. And at 1.55 am, I crept up and slept.
*

Geek Chic 18

I missed talking to Mary.
She was the only one I could confide in for my stupid, indescribable, totally-nobody-would-do-that-sorta thing problem with.
And now all I'm left is, myself. I still couldn't believe I told Andrew I smooched him, though I could swear (not that i actually do) I didn't. I'd be too afraid to.
Andrew just profusely jot down the notes with his pencil into his small orange notepad. "C'mon, you know you wanna make it public."
He shot me this coaxing look that I thought I was going to puke looking at it. But I know I've gone too far admitting some crap I've not done, so I just shut my mouth.
"No, I don't wanna make it public."
*
After the class, Geo was next. We had a substitute teacher, Ms. Roselind. She's a bummer. She stops all teenager activities and she just oppress to any teen-like material. Not that it had anything to do with her, so we all don't really like her.
She told us that since our teacher was absent and after a long explanation of useless information such as why our real teacher wasn't here, she handed us 2 sheets of pop quiz paper to be filled up within 60 minutes.
Suddenly, it's like the subjects had all gone from teaching in class, to quizzes from A-Z. And besides juggling all these drama, I barely had time to concentrate. What's more straining is that my brain is doing questions I didn't know of.
I know, this is so unlikely me to not know anything and lose focus.
After about everything, Ms. Roselind asked to see me personally. Well, as far as I've been here, I haven't been handed any detention slip, or any extra meeting with the teacher or whatsoever. So I really didn't know what was going on. Everyone left after the bell rang, and I stepped up to Ms. Roselind who was marking the papers, wearing her ancient glasses.
"Winnie, right?" she asked, looking from the rim of her glasses. I nodded my head and pushed a chair opposite of hers.
"I checked your quizzes,and you seem to be the worst in class," she said, sounding concerned. My mouth automatically dropped open," but no worries, I'll keep it private. But you'll have to stay back every Monday. I'll need to recap you with all these work." she continued.
"Sure, thanks Ms. Roselind." I said, thanks a lot.
*
Great, not only have I

1. made a mistake by telling Andrew an absolute lie
2. Still not making up with Mary
3. AND confused about Ian

I now, too, have to add another thing to my list to worry about. You can say that tuition isn't so bad, but not if I had to pay for it, not me, my mum. And if my mum have to pay for it, she'd know I'd be flunking this certain, useless-to-me subject and have a fit.
Seriously, a tuition for Geo? I'd rather brush up my skills my own.
Ohh, and she said she'd be including a lot more than Geo, because she had the initiative to find out my advancement in my other subjects. Thus, she found out I was neither good in ANY subject, so there you go: she'll be madder knowing that, because I'm practically flunking everything.Well maybe except Domestic Science and Music but, you know what I mean.
I didn't care, I had to make one thing right at least.
Sometimes, I actually wished I had more drama in my life, to actually screw me up to think I'm such an ungrateful girl right now. At least my relationship with my family isn't that rocky now.
As I'm saying this to myself, or more likely cussing, Adam and I were sitting on a bench nearby the school waiting for the same ol' late bus to come along.
"So how are you and," he cleared his throat, "Mary?"
I looked up from looking at my shoes. "We're still ice. Since when did you care?'
He stayed silent for a while, and then he had an outburst.
"SINCE SHE SLAPPED ME!?
That girl is crazy.
Do you know what happened?! SHE ASKED ME FOR A DATE."
She WHAT?
I was so dumb because that was what I was going to say, instead, I choked. And I wasn't even drinking anything.
"That's great?"
He shook his head, "the worse thing is, I think I actually like her."
Now it's crossed the line.
*
In the bus, we were still continuing our talk.
"You like her? That's great, right? I mean, since when have you actually had someone liking you? Back in the 90's?" I asked, hoping my face wasn't as retarded and demented and full of confusion as I hope it seem. I'm bemused.He didn't buy it, of course.
"You're nuts. I have people liking me, since I was in the 7th grade." he tried to compromise with this truth of mine.
"Oh yeah? EXCLUDING that weird girl, that said she liked your sense of humour. WHICH was a lie, she only liked you because you'd bake her cupcakes every single day." I laughed, remembering those days.
Adam was so vulnerable, even back then, he'd tell me everything.
See what's the consequences? I get back at you.
"Oh yeah? Explain..." he tried to think, "explain...Buffy!" he spat.
"Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" I asked, filled with amusement. "It was a fanmail reply,dope! She'd probably wrote that to everyone who sent her a mail, girl or boy."
What did it say again? Wait, let me think. Oh yes!
Dearest (there was a line here and it printed out Adam's name) Adam:
Thanks for the mail! I totally appreciated it.
:)
Thanks for liking my character, Buffy, in the movie(even though he never added, 'I like your character'). If you were in it, I'd like you too!
Thanks for the fan mail again, and no worries, I've got it kept under my bed! (Yeah, right.)
See you next time, and I'll spare you; even if you turned out to BE a vampire.
Loves; Buf. (what a cutie, isn't she?)
Seriously, Adam went jumping and screaming like a girl meeting Jesse McCartney or Leonardo DiCaprio(I'm so into him, though some people say he's passe. But you know, people like these, set trends.) He jumped up and down on my favourite couch, which thanks to him, got spoil and soon after, got thrown out. One of the reasons I treat him so badly.
I never forgot that day, neither did he. For different reasons, of course.

Back to the point:He blushed, so openly, I felt like I was going to burst out laughing, rolling onto the floor. But I know the bus driver would probably open the bus door and kick me out, for good. So I spared that chance. Maybe in another bus, yeah.
"SHUT UP!" He shouted in a whisper. "But what I mean is, if she really likes me back, then I'm doomed. I don't know how to like somebody. And y'know, girls are so..." he squinted, "committed."
"Yes." I nodded in pride, "and we're also very vain. So she'd need make-up, toys, cards and et cetera to make her happy. And that's not all, if you ever break her heart, you'd have to spend your whole allowance just to see her lit up."
Maybe I was going too far, but I really didn't know if Mary dating Adam was such a brilliant idea...Not that I'm against it or anything...I think.
"Whoa, that's just over the top. Maybe it's just you, Winnie."
I raised my arm up, giving him a cue to apologize or not he'd be seeing a slap mark spread all over his face. THEN he'd be sorry.
"Okay Okay! Sheesh, women these days. Super sensitive."


At home during dinner, I settled into a small gown Mum had recently bought me after I really recuperated from that falling incident.
"That looks so nice on you," Mum gleamed, "I really didn't make a mistake."
Of course she didn't, I said I wanted it. It was just her money, but I didn't want to start an arguement. Dad was coming home, and Adam was still upstairs. Doing don't-know-what. "Thanks mum," was all I said.
I went up the stairs and knocked at Adam's door, "Dinner." I called out.
No response.
Hmp, respect or no respect, I flung the door open.
"Hey knock, wouldja?" he asked, as if he's been on flame the past decade. Or maybe it's just me, as always. He was on a phone, omg.
"Who's on the other line?" I asked, my hands on my hips, as I asked for a very reasonable explanation.
"OH NO, it's just my weird sis." he said into the phone.
"Ugh, her." I heard the other line. She was loud enough for anyone to hear, actually. Was that Mary?!
I snatched the phone away from him and held it in my ears as she continued to rant about me,
"she's so, ugh. I can't believe she hasn't told me she was on a date with Ian, too!" and it continued.
Oh thank Goodness Adam didn't hear that.
Must be that Andrew behind all this. Anyway, back at the scene, I hung up on her, whether she'd care to think her future-boyfriend hung up on her, or she'd just be so super duperly depressed she'd cut this whole going-to-be-blooming relationship an end - just because I hung up on her.
People like her can get overly depressed, and overly crazy.
Adam scrambled out of his bed and shouted at me, as if I were a dog.
"EXCUSE ME." I begged his pardon, did he just call me...a b*t**?
"And you!" I pointed at him furiously. Because I stand on my principles: which is not to swear as I'm a very devouted Christian, I defiantly cried out, "You stop being a smug, you don't know her that much! And more importantly, I'm sorry for her --because she doesn't even know you that much, to how a big stupid beefy jerk you are!"
"Save it," he replied as I walked out of the door grumpily, "all your doomy doomy complaints. And lose that dress, it's jang!"
Jang!?
"It's a gown, cow!"
*