Geek Chic 10

"Nooo..." I said slowly through the phone, "He just bought me because he bumped me like, thrice?"
"Uh-huh." Cece replied, sounding excited, "and it's a craa-ushhh... Come on, don't deny it!"
I actually don't know, was it really a crush? Did I even like him? Sure I said his eyes were hazel and big and good-looking, but I'm pretty sure that I didn't have feelings for him. Did he?
"Well, whatever." I answered, giving up, "I don't have any feelings for him. So just, leave it."
There was a quick silence.
"You...," Cece started, now sounding a little worried, "like Dame, don't you?"
"NO!" I shrieked in the phone. "Wait, are you thinking that because of Dame I'd rather give up Ian?"
"Yeah? Hey anyway Mum and Dad just got back, I have to go. Bye!"
* * * *
I stayed up late that night, watching an old blockbuster, with popcorn, and an imaginary friend right beside me. His name is DODO. He's an inverter and a liaison in both reality and imaginary, and he doesn't talk much.
I've never actually watched movies like, let's say, X-Men or all those crazed movies. It's just something that doesn't suit, like Ian. Ian's sweet and all, but in truth, I've known him for 3 days? That couldn't be the duration that I'd immediately fall for him.
"Hey! Switch it off, we're trying to sleep here." Dad shouted, slamming the door again. I turned down the volume. It was a stupid show, where the boy meets girl and becomes a jerk when he met another lady. Another UGLIER one. Boys are so stupid.
Adam haven't started talking to me, and I kind of missed it. Of course I didn't actually tell him that, but I'd know he'd already realized it by now? So why isn't he going like, "Hey pucker." or annoy me?
I switched off the television when the clock turned one, there was still school tomorrow. And watching until this late was also an attention-seeking thing. My parents are supposed to stop me from watching this late, but instead, they went to sleep at 10.
It's unbelievable.
* * * *
The next windy morning, something told me it was gonna be a great day. The flowers were blooming and I had an interview today, to be the school's editor in the papers. The beautiful silence walking down the aisle of the school was abruptly disturbed by a group of prima donnas. I walked past them and accidentally brushed shoulders with the leader of the PDs. She stared at me coldly, her hair streaked pink and her make-up over the top.
I looked at her quizzically. What does she want? I'm not giving her anything so back off.
In a split second, her stare softened. "Aren't you Ian's crush?" she asked, one eyebrow popped up. Crush?
"Uhm, crush? I wouldn't exactly sayyy...that." I replied, walking backwards. I really had to go to Ms. Nelson's office.
"Yeah, whatever." she rolled her eyes and gestured a girly movement. "Well, are you interested in netball?"
I actually was, indeed. At least I had some skills during my previous' school's training.
"Okay. I'm in." I said, shaking her hand. "By the way, my name's Winnie."
She smirked, "I know."
* * * *
I closed the door behind me carefully. Ms. Nelson's eyes were still glued on a piece of paper. She looked dull than before, and she looked so bad. Bad hair day for her, I guess.
"G'morning Ms. Nelson." I greeted, walking towards her.
"Oh!" she jumped, she finally stopped looking from the paper to me, "interview, right?"
"Yeah," I answered, "I just - "
"You're in for the job." She interjected, and it carved a smile on my face.