Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 33 ~

"So, Declan, what else do you do apart from reading at the school library?" The hint of amusement in her voice tells me that she's either making fun of me being a book nerd, or she's genuinely amused by my hobby. Not every day a person would stumble upon someone who appreciates book reading, so I'll go with the former.

"I have nothing else to do than that," I didn't know her perfume has some kind of truth serum when you smell it. Does truth serum even travel through the nose? I thought it's just something a person can digest or inject. If there is a truth serum in a form of gas, she might have it. Anyway, hearing the truth from my mouth sounds awful. I just made myself sound like the most boring person ever—right when the first date is over! Well, at least the date is over, all I have to survive is the talk while walking her home. I can't believe she's insisting on walking her home after a first date, a date where two parties will get to know each other a bit.

"So you're telling me, you just read all day after class?" She raises an eyebrow at me, again I can't tell if she's asking out of curiosity or asking out of boredom. I'm quite a pessimistic person, so I'll go with the latter on this one.

I shrug my shoulders at her, "It's quite calming." Sorry, if I'm not an adrenaline junky like those men in the football team. Judging on her demeanor and appearance, she's perfect being on the cheerleading team. "Enough about me," Woah, where did that boldness come from? I am indeed had enough talking about my boring life, I need to know about hers. "How about you? What do you do after class?"

She gives me a sly grin, "You're thinking about me being on a cheerleading team, aren't you?" Her finger gently presses on my nose like I'm one of those stuff toy where there's a button on their noses for their voice box to work. "Me, Sarah Hennington, ain't in the cheerleading team because Sarah likes everything organized and less... Chaotic." Sounds like she has some grudge on one of the girls in the cheerleading team. If I had known better, it's not recommended on asking a woman about their grudge towards another woman, it's best to just wait for them to elaborate. At least that's what my mom told me when I ask her about not to do and say in a date with a girl.

"You don't like chaos, huh?" It's best not to be with me since my mind is chaotic. What will she do when she finds out that this book nerd has a lot of chaotic thoughts inside of him? Worst-case scenario, she'll ghost me and pretend like I didn't exist when we walk around the campus.

"Not chaos in general," She crosses her arms over her chest as if she's maintaining herself to snap on a memory on her life. "I just don't like drama, and in the cheerleading team has a lot of drama." I didn't miss her eye roll when she says the phrase a lot.

"What are those dramas in the cheerleading team that made you feel irritated?" I have to asked since I crave for the tea to spill. Yeah, it's shocking how a book nerd loves when the tea is spilled. I blame my mom for watching gossip girls when I was still inside her womb. That's what my mom told me when I asked about her cravings when I was inside her womb because for some reason, I had a thought that whatever the pregnant woman do, it'll affect the baby psychologically.

She shrugs her shoulders, an arrogant grin plastered on her beautiful face. "Oh, you know, the 'how dare you sleep with my boyfriend behind my back' kind of drama." She glances around us to make sure no one can hear us, but we've been walking late at night, and I'm just worried about a serial killer following us, but the tea is worth it though. When her voice drops into a whisper, I can already tell that this tea will be sweet. "And I heard that one of the girls in the cheerleading team had slept with every single football player in our campus."

"Damn, whoever that girl is, she has some dedication to having a time of her life." I'm not saying that out of disgust, but I'm genuinely impressed by that. Part of me is just hoping that she won't be in any trouble. If there's a feminine part inside of me, I would just go and shriek at the girl to keep going.