Serious Déjà Vu

Serious Deja Vu - Chapter 3

Chapter 3-The Unexplained.

I trudged into class the next morning, still feeling awful.

It was biology first up.

That only meant one thing:

Awkward Andy.

I sighed heavily as I dumped my backpack on the chair next to his.

“Here’s an awkward question. What would you do if a girl walked right up to you and said that they liked you?” I asked Andy all of a sudden.

He started to babble at first, “Well…I have seen quite a few movies where…err…just, it…”

I ignored him and tried to tune out the babbling.

My eyes drifted to the black frame of his glasses. It was simple yet it somehow suited him. Everything he wore, though nerdy, fitted and suited him ever so perfectly. Even our drab grey and sky-blue uniform somehow looked good on him. Not just good, amazingly perfect without a single flaw. Not even the occasional hole slashed in his jersey or trousers made it seem flawed.

I could never figure out how they got there, though. I’d asked once but he made something up.

I knew he was lying.

After that I didn’t bother to ask again.

It never really seemed that important. I mean, he was perfectly fine if not better.

 “…it depends who it is.”

His babbling ended with the obvious flirty note in his voice.

My heart literally stopped.

His gaze was now fixated in me.

I could feel the hot prickles as they crept up the back of my neck.

“What if it was someone like…me?” I asked, completely unaware of what I was saying.

I was stunned by my own words.

The first if which in nearly a decade.

The first time being when I told my Aunt Stephanie that I hated her and tried to run away from home. I was only five and lasted about ten minutes hiding in the backyard before I ran back in and was forgiven.

Aunt Steph didn’t even look for me. She knew I hid there, behind her big flower pot filled with pink Hydrangeas.

Ashley suddenly jumped in and Andy tried to cover up what we were really speaking of. He started on about how, back at his last school, all of the girls, “No really ALL OF THEM”, always came and said that they’d liked him and…blah…blah…blah…Is he trying to make me jealous? God when will he shut up!

I sighed.

Grin and bear it. It’s probably a phase. (That must’ve been some really f***ed up school he’d gone to before coming to Riverview.)

P.S. Jealous I am not. I just use bad words when…Oh, forget it. Think what you will.

“You know that question you asked me in Biology…” Andy asked me later.

We were in the last class of the day and we were both tired and had piles of homework to complete.

Andy’s rant from earlier ended abruptly when Mrs. Evermore, the headmistress, yelled at us to keep the noise level down which she tends to do a lot these days.

Maybe she just got divorced?

“Yeah, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you by it.” I finished for him.