Dude, I Kissed Your Mom! (DISCONTINUED)

8. 💋

You know how everyone, regardless of how ugly they are physically or personality wise, has that one person that is obsessed with them? That one individual that would walk on hot coal just to make you happy? That one individual that constantly slips love notes inside your locker when you're not looking because they think it's hella romantic despite the cringeness of it all?

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Leslie Jenkins, my not so secret admirer. I hate alot of things, but nothing could come close to my hatred towards Leslie Jenkins. She's a close call between paper cuts and elevator music. I can tolerate alot of pet peeves shoved my way but I won't hesitate to draw the line when it comes to that girl. Maybe she's the reason why I stopped liking the idea of dating someone in my age group. Can you blame me though? The girl dips fried chicken inside her coca cola drink and slurps it! I mean who does that?!

If I ever had to choose between Leslie Jenkins and Charli Dawson to get stuck with me in a deserted island, I'm sorry but I'm going with Charli Dawson. And that's saying something seeing as I can't stand Zac's sister. But I can't stand Leslie Jenkins more.

The reason I brought Leslie Jenkins up is because Mr. Stephenson, our chemistry teacher who owns the largest pot belly my eyes have ever been subjected to and an unattractive goatee that framed his chapped pouty lips , thought it would be fantastic to pair me up with Leslie as my lab partner for chemistry. Something tells me he's still mad at me for breaking that boiling tube during that one chemistry practical. Or was it that time I dared Evans Smith to drink Hydrochloric acid after convincing him that it was Vodka. Or was it when I dropped a huge chunk of potassium inside a beaker filled with water and it almost exploded thanks to the volatile nature of potassium metal.

Honestly, I've done alot of things to warrant his negative emotions towards me but that doesn't give him the right to pair me up with the world's most annoying human being ever! It's times like this that I wish I could just drop out of school and work for my father in his multimillion dollar company which I'm certain is build from fraud and discrepancy. As much as father is a business tycoon, he gets his hands dirty to achieve so much. But let me not delve into my father's insincere dealings.

" Isn't this exciting?" That impossibly high pitched voice produced by Leslie's vocal cords pierced my ears in a rather painful sting as she asked. Her shoulder bumps against mine as she slides her wooden stool closer to me.

" What is?" A flat voice, completely uninterested in her small talk.

" Us. Working together, side by side, holding hands -"

" What?!"

" All I'm saying is that from now on, you and I are practically dating," Her face inches closer to mine, her damp breathe colliding with mine and I get a whiff of popcorn butter and pimple cream from her.

" We are not dating," I inform through gritted teeth before reaching for my safety goggles and fixing them on my face.

" Not with that attitude, we're not," Leslie remarks, following my actions and pulling the safety goggles to her face. " Besides, it's not like you're seeing anyone. I'm single, just like you." Her slender index finger finds its way on my chest and stabs me with it as she  punctuated her words.

" I wouldn't date you even if you were the last creature living in my world," I say, gingerly prying her finger off my body.

" Playing hard to get won't stop me from chasing you,"

" Even if I told you that I'm taken?" I asked, squinting my eyes at her.

" You're not taken!"

Her reaction brought an ingenuous idea flickering inside my brain. Would she finally give me some peace if I lied to her that I was involved with someone romantically? Would she finally give me a moment's peace? Those amber eyes had widened to near golf balls , her face, the perfect testimony of her disdain to the idea of me seeing someone who isn't her. Maybe if I lied.....