Umpteen Disadvantages of Being Awesome

Disadvantage 15 - Date

Disadvantage 15 – Your 'awesome' personality isn't all about the notions of romance.

I yawn widely not bothering to cover my mouth as I walk up to the shower. I let the cold water run down my body in hopes of making me feel fresh.
Oh no it isn't. Whom am I kidding ? I am always as sleepy as I am before a cold water shower. Ha. Mental high five brain for reminding me to put on a shower cap. I can always utilize the time for hair drying and all of that for sleeping.

 Date day today, huh ? D-Day.
 I kept the envelope away, yesterday, so it is the last thing I read at night and voila, I have a date. Rain was hardly useful. In fact, quite mysterious. It took me calling her 4 times before her mother picked up her new and in well working condition (she can't make excuses anymore) phone. Only to tell me that she was fast asleep and would be skipping school for following two days. Really smooth. Just when I need her the most, she vanishes away. Though I wonder why won't she come. Mrs Rain hardly explained further than 'family needs'. 

I step out of the shower and put on a white tank top with normal denim blue jeans. I throw my hair in a bun, pick up my backpack and walk down the stairs. "Beck, you're late! You are so late! I won't be dropping you to school." My mom shrieks as I enter the kitchen.

 "Mom I have total ten minutes for the bus to arrive and the bus stop is just five minutes away." I reason with her, munching on a granola bar. 

 "Didn't you say that last time too ? And what happened ? You missed the bus." She sneers while her hands are working on the pans and toasters. 

"Okay I'm going, I'm going chill." I say raising my hands to shoulder level. Seriously is this women not knowing of how punctual I really am ? I peck her cheek lightly and walk out of the house. I hear yelling at me to run from behind the doors. 

I didn't dare call Geny yesterday, though Lize did. She had her usual cool and calm demeanor but was waiting to pounce at me. The very mention of the date and I was showered with profanities. What ? I didn't expect it to be otherwise anyway. But at the end of the call she was okay about everything, asked me to be 'careful'. 

Oh come on now! I am not a ten year old pre-pubescent teenager with hormonal activities playing quidditch inside.

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"Geny! Hi." I speak casually as I see Genevieve standing near my locker. Acting like nothing happened and acting that I am not scared of her.

"Hey fucker." She greets me with her well known pointed looks.  

 "Woah. When did you start talking to yourself ?" I open my locker to take bunch of notes out.

 "Shut up Beck." 

 "I am bad at doing what am told to. No apologies." I say as I shut my locker back and turn to her.

"Can you stop ? Beck this whole Marc thing ... and you're going to a date with him!" Her voice turns shrill. "How desperate is he ? He already planned it!." She starts, her hands moving everywhere while a handbag dangles from her arm. 

 "This isn't even that bad Geny. Remember when we used to imagine this happening all the time ? It finally is." I explain nonchalantly. I literally have repeated this line over and over again so many times to everyone, I don't even have to think before.
Her expression suddenly changes and a more civil and professional look crosses her face. 

 "Beck." Marc's clear voice calls out. I turn abruptly without realizing how close he is standing.  

"Oh! Hey." I reply with same casualness I spoke to Geny, as if I didn't get caught up by his closeness or his handsome face or his hair. As if. Shit, I really hope he didn't listen to our conversation. Not like I care if he did. But ... I kind of do.