"So I have come to the conclusion that you are claiming you don't like me so there's not that much evidence as to why you would stalk me."
I banged my head on my desk. "Parker Lee, we are in art. Is there any way I could draw this apple without having to convince you that I'm not stalking you? Is that such a difficult request?"
Parker laughed. "No fun."
It had been a week since school started, and Parker was profusely trying to get me to admit I was stalking him, despite there being nothing to admit to. I wasn't stalking him and I didn't like him. So there.
Parker nudged my arm. "Just three words, eight letters. Say them and you'll feel so much better."
I started at him. Seriously? He wanted me to say I loved him?
He huffed. "C'mon, I know you know what the words are. Say them."
I started at him. There was absolutely, positively no way...
He three his hands up in exasperation. "Is it really that hard to say? C'mon! Say it! 'I stalk ya!'"
I slapped my hands to my cheeks, a shocked look on my face. "You stalk me?" I whispered, a dawning expression on my face. "It's all coming together!"
"Ha ha," he said sarcastically.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "I know I'm desirable and all. It's a compliment."
"Yes, yes I am desirable," he said cheekily.
I just rolled my eyes and went back to the apple I was drawing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You can't."
"So can."
"There's no way."
"I'm just that cool."
"Because of your cold heart."
"True."
Grayson and I were at or lunch table, arguing, and Rebecca was calmly watching in the background.
"You are not inviting Parker over here. You don't even know him!" I screeched.
After having a long conversation with Grayson about how annoying Parker was in hopes of gaining some support, Grayson perked up and casually said he wanted to meet him, which led to the discovery that he was in our lunch period. And now, much to my dismay, Grayson wanted to invite him to sit with us.
"Exactly!" He yelled back pointing at me. "You, my friend, are greedy and hogging the sarcastic amazingness for yourself. I deserve a turn."
I put my head down. "I refuse to be held responsible for all injuries resulting from your actions."
"Thanks," he chirped. He stood up and made his way across the cafeteria, walking backwards and sticking his tongue out me. I stuck mine out at him then turned back to my lunch.
Then I was rudely interrupted from Mr. Sandwich by a high-pitched squeal.
"You guys are too cute!" Rebecca squeaked, a huge smile on her face.
I knew it was coming. Only took a week.
Grayson owes me twenty bucks.
I grimaced. "We're friends," I insisted.
I could practically see Rebecca's ears perk. "With benefits?"
I sputtered on the water I was drinking, coughing and choking.
"Darling, I know I'm hot, but don't literally die from it."
I shot Parker a death glare.
Meanwhile, Grayson was laughing. "I like you," he said, slapping him on the back. They grinned at each other and sat down.
They chatted about nerd guy stuff. Meanwhile, Rebecca was occasionally shooting sneaky looks at me and giggling. I rolled my eyes at her antics, trying my best to ignore it.
"Poke."
I turned to face Parker, but he was still engaged in conversation. I shrugged and turned back.
"Poke."
This time, Parker had a cheeky grin on his face, his hand still extended. He slowly brought his extended finger back to my arm.
"Poke."
"Great," I sighed, throwing my hands up in the air. "Just when I thought you couldn't get more annoying."
"...Poke."
