Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter Thirty One

Sookie's eye bore into the back of my head. I huffed. Really? Can't she mind her own damn business too? Just because she's my friend doesn't mean I won't smack the shit out of her. I can put a good one on the back of her head and feel no remorse whatsoever.

"You know-"

"Nope." I interrupted her.

"If you'd just let me-"

"No." Not having it.

She stomped her foot on the ground with a groan. A temper tantrum? This was new. Her eyes grew big in frustration and her mouth formed a tight line. I glanced over her shoulder back at the cafeteria which we had just left. From here I could see Vasco going back to sit down at his table. Eun, on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen in front of us. I wouldn't put it past the freak to be waiting for us around some corner.

"Fine. If I can't talk about Vasco we'll talk about that girl. What the fuck is your problem and meeting weird people?"

Honestly, I wish I knew. I'm born with the specialty apparently.

"Sookie, if I knew I'd fix it years ago."

I continued walking and Sookie rushed up to catch up to me. Our height difference was enough so that she had to take about half a stride longer to catch up with me. Hehe. Another thing I loved about this body. Being 5'6 technically wasn't super tall but it sure was as hell taller than most of the other girls in this school.

Something about looking down on people all day made me happy.

"But back to Vasco..."

I rolled my eyes, "Can you not? We've actually talked about this."

Like every other self respecting teen, Sookie was the first person that I reached out too to finalize my decision on not proceeding to egg that, golden of a retriever man, on. I felt kind of offended that she wasn't surprised by the dilemma at all. According to her I need to stop checking people out so obviously in public.

What else did she want me to do though? Not check them out? That's like putting a steaming steak in front of a starving dog and telling them not to eat it. It's practically impossible!

"Well, even though we talked about it, I wasn't the one blushing like crazy just a few minutes ago. Look, I don't get it...actually, I kind of do, but if you want him that bad then just ask him out. There's no harm in that."

I glared at her. We've been over this damn it.

I. DON'T. LIKE. HIM. THAT. WAY.

It's purely an attraction type of thing mixed with deep admiration. Not to be confused with love. Besides, I have a feeling that if I ask Vasco out I better have some sort of long term thing planned out. For people like him relationships have a much deeper meaning beyond physical contact. He wants to have a girlfriend out of love's sake. And I want someone out of desire's sake.

Oh, and imagine when the time comes to break up with him? It will probably destroy the dude. I'm crazy but not evil.

"He's not that type of person, Sookie. If I ask him out, it's like asking him to go look for a wedding ring. I'm not looking for that kind of commitment. I just want to fool around with a chill person. There's also nothing wrong with that. Breaking up with him will probably ruin him too."

She gave me the most body curling, eye rolling, gag she could muster, "Oh my god. Since when did you care about other people's feelings? It's disgusting."

I'm done with this bitch. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Wow, it's nice to know you think so highly of me."